Monday, January 19, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Tomorrow when I smile.....
It has been a challenging week...trying to focus on the task at hand, but instead I keep day dreaming about what Saturday will be like when I FINALLY meet Mr. Match. !
Tomorrow I will meet him at a local restaurant downtown. The plan is that he will drive home (200 miles away) if it is not happening. If it does go well, he will stay.
I need to think about this...it seems like (so far) it has been tg2bt (too good to be true)...Honing in my super lady senses, I have identified and ruled out some possibilities on why he has been so 100% pro-super lady:
1) He needs a green card (RULED OUT- he is here for at least 2 1/2 years on a student visa and can apply for permanent citizenship in 2010)
2) He needs a sugar-mama (RULED OUT- I am broke, just bought a house and he knows it)
3) He needs sex (POSSIBLE- but my friend who is currently unemployed thinks most men wouldn't put up the front for this long just for a quick lay)
4) He is really a gross, 40 year old perv who is sending me fake pics (RULED OUT- I googled him and an image came up constistent with his other pics!)
5) He has dated all the available women in his home town, and now has to come to mine (YES, this could be a motive for him courting me so sweetly. But the women in his town blow- so it doesn't say much)
6) He might really like... me
Tomorrow I will meet him at a local restaurant downtown. The plan is that he will drive home (200 miles away) if it is not happening. If it does go well, he will stay.
I need to think about this...it seems like (so far) it has been tg2bt (too good to be true)...Honing in my super lady senses, I have identified and ruled out some possibilities on why he has been so 100% pro-super lady:
1) He needs a green card (RULED OUT- he is here for at least 2 1/2 years on a student visa and can apply for permanent citizenship in 2010)
2) He needs a sugar-mama (RULED OUT- I am broke, just bought a house and he knows it)
3) He needs sex (POSSIBLE- but my friend who is currently unemployed thinks most men wouldn't put up the front for this long just for a quick lay)
4) He is really a gross, 40 year old perv who is sending me fake pics (RULED OUT- I googled him and an image came up constistent with his other pics!)
5) He has dated all the available women in his home town, and now has to come to mine (YES, this could be a motive for him courting me so sweetly. But the women in his town blow- so it doesn't say much)
6) He might really like... me
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
I woke up at 3:30 am and couldn't go back to sleep. With all that I am doing right now, it is a constant roller coaster (in my head) of deadlines, responsibilities, to-do's and what-ifs.
I started thinking....am I as much of a Super Lady that I think I am or am I just 'delusionalary ignorant'?
My friend Julie would say I am the latter. She, along with a handful of others who know me better than most, think I take on too much.
Do I?
Nevertheless, I get shit done. No one can argue with that.
When it comes to opportunity, I can't pass a good one down. I think I almost have to be delusionalary ignorant of these situations in order to succeed... because the formidable challenges that can face me are so great that a sane person might be afraid to face those same challenges. They could miss out. Or I can just keep telling myself that. Nonetheless, I get shit done.
I started thinking....am I as much of a Super Lady that I think I am or am I just 'delusionalary ignorant'?
My friend Julie would say I am the latter. She, along with a handful of others who know me better than most, think I take on too much.
Do I?
Nevertheless, I get shit done. No one can argue with that.
When it comes to opportunity, I can't pass a good one down. I think I almost have to be delusionalary ignorant of these situations in order to succeed... because the formidable challenges that can face me are so great that a sane person might be afraid to face those same challenges. They could miss out. Or I can just keep telling myself that. Nonetheless, I get shit done.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Super Heros, Secret Identities, ect
In case you missed my last few entries I have met a man from my 4 week trial from match.com.... but not really met him in person!
As Super Lady, I am very aware of my inability to just let someone in. I have a lot going on here to protect! And, yes, I am using this blog entry to justify myself and my selfish reasons for not driving 200 miles to see Mr. Match. He, however, has offered himself to drive here anytime I am ready.
I am not ready.
As time goes on, and we fall deeper and deeper- I am more and more nervous and reluctant to meet and reveal my secret identity. It is almost a sure thing that we will work out. So much so that if he decides he doesn't like me after our first date- then I will lose my Super Lady status. There could be catastrophic consequences for many if Super Lady goes down.
He says I am beautiful. So last night I decided to send him another picture. But this one will not be as good as the other photos I have sent. This one will show my dark side....my zits, my roots, and maybe even a double chin. Why not all three!!
Which picture should I send? The only way I could get away with sending him a zitty, rooty, double chinny photo is if I was standing next to a very important person. Say....Barack Obama. One of the worst photos in history ever taken of Super Lady (and Super Girl) is of me and Barack Obama. Presidential Candidate. Zits. Roots. Double chin. Check. Check. Check....and Check.
In regards, Charlie, to my ugly picture- this is what Mr. Match says: "I've seen your worst picture..could you please keep yourself for me..and see how sweet I will be with you!
I am just lucky to have met you at this point in my life Super Lady...just when I am ready.
I hope you are ready to work on love..something that lasts a long and happy life....let today in your heart be the beginning of a worthwhile journey into intimacy, acceptance, faithfulness, commitment, joy,hope and love unlimited. Hold on to these words."
Can't go back now....
As Super Lady, I am very aware of my inability to just let someone in. I have a lot going on here to protect! And, yes, I am using this blog entry to justify myself and my selfish reasons for not driving 200 miles to see Mr. Match. He, however, has offered himself to drive here anytime I am ready.
I am not ready.
As time goes on, and we fall deeper and deeper- I am more and more nervous and reluctant to meet and reveal my secret identity. It is almost a sure thing that we will work out. So much so that if he decides he doesn't like me after our first date- then I will lose my Super Lady status. There could be catastrophic consequences for many if Super Lady goes down.
He says I am beautiful. So last night I decided to send him another picture. But this one will not be as good as the other photos I have sent. This one will show my dark side....my zits, my roots, and maybe even a double chin. Why not all three!!
Which picture should I send? The only way I could get away with sending him a zitty, rooty, double chinny photo is if I was standing next to a very important person. Say....Barack Obama. One of the worst photos in history ever taken of Super Lady (and Super Girl) is of me and Barack Obama. Presidential Candidate. Zits. Roots. Double chin. Check. Check. Check....and Check.
In regards, Charlie, to my ugly picture- this is what Mr. Match says: "I've seen your worst picture..could you please keep yourself for me..and see how sweet I will be with you!
I am just lucky to have met you at this point in my life Super Lady...just when I am ready.
I hope you are ready to work on love..something that lasts a long and happy life....let today in your heart be the beginning of a worthwhile journey into intimacy, acceptance, faithfulness, commitment, joy,hope and love unlimited. Hold on to these words."
Can't go back now....
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Gotta have you
The cold weather has lightened up slightly (into the 40's now) and the electrician is but a distant memory- but my car will not start properly still. My cell keeps turning off on its own....and I have 3 hours of finance homework every night.
Because I am Super Lady, I can handle this...
Turns out Super Lady has a new cheerleader in Mr. Match and The Electrician has been wondering where I have been. Who cares. Mr. Match is a wise man of numerous theories and (probably) African proverbs...I find myself comforted by his voice and his words. He is also a finance wiz. Mr. Match has come out of nowhere to save the day. Literally...no where. In times where I should be a stressed out, over-eating and licking my super hero wounds- I am, instead, cheerful and vibrant. I look forward to his connections with me, but I don't live by them. Because I know whatever he sends to me will fill me with enough kicks to keep me going for the rest of the day....the week even.
In regards, Charlie, to my texted Emily Dickenson quote "Dwell in Possibility", this is what Mr. Match texted back: "I think we r beyond a possibility, we r now a probability...lol. If I have u, I will never stop trying to be a better man. I am thinking of u every other moment"
Only one catch..... I have yet to meet Mr. Match in person
Because I am Super Lady, I can handle this...
Turns out Super Lady has a new cheerleader in Mr. Match and The Electrician has been wondering where I have been. Who cares. Mr. Match is a wise man of numerous theories and (probably) African proverbs...I find myself comforted by his voice and his words. He is also a finance wiz. Mr. Match has come out of nowhere to save the day. Literally...no where. In times where I should be a stressed out, over-eating and licking my super hero wounds- I am, instead, cheerful and vibrant. I look forward to his connections with me, but I don't live by them. Because I know whatever he sends to me will fill me with enough kicks to keep me going for the rest of the day....the week even.
In regards, Charlie, to my texted Emily Dickenson quote "Dwell in Possibility", this is what Mr. Match texted back: "I think we r beyond a possibility, we r now a probability...lol. If I have u, I will never stop trying to be a better man. I am thinking of u every other moment"
Only one catch..... I have yet to meet Mr. Match in person
Monday, January 5, 2009
From Super Girl to Super LADY!
....And just like that I am a lady. Like every femme fetal (Britney, Janet, ect)...I am no longer a girl and I am in control.
So more about the Match. We will call him oh so cleverly "Mr. Match". He emailed me 12/29 and for about a week we would respond to each other's emails to a tune of 5 times a day. His emails always begin with the nicest of words and end with the sweetess, most unique valedictions. His original words, thoughts, ideas and beliefs (even his damn punctuation) make me long to meet this brilliant human. He is, obviously, a better writer than Super Lady. Blogspot does not have a theasauras, but luckily a spell check.
In regards, Charlie, to love.... this is what Mr. Match thinks: On love, my "limited practical experience" makes me believe that love takes on many emotional nuances and flavors..making it hard to define..it is mainly an emotion..which sometimes have to be supported by choices..............well, as you see I am now describing love without really defining it.
No no no no...nothing else will do, I gotta have you.
So more about the Match. We will call him oh so cleverly "Mr. Match". He emailed me 12/29 and for about a week we would respond to each other's emails to a tune of 5 times a day. His emails always begin with the nicest of words and end with the sweetess, most unique valedictions. His original words, thoughts, ideas and beliefs (even his damn punctuation) make me long to meet this brilliant human. He is, obviously, a better writer than Super Lady. Blogspot does not have a theasauras, but luckily a spell check.
In regards, Charlie, to love.... this is what Mr. Match thinks: On love, my "limited practical experience" makes me believe that love takes on many emotional nuances and flavors..making it hard to define..it is mainly an emotion..which sometimes have to be supported by choices..............well, as you see I am now describing love without really defining it.
No no no no...nothing else will do, I gotta have you.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
With this New Year....
With this New Year upon us, Super Lady (yes, I changed my name) has a new adventure...and challenge before her.
Gone are the last few weeks of December 2008, where I could lounge around in my lounging pants and eat chocolate covered caramel corn and watch How I Met Your Mother reruns. Gone are the days of going into work at 11am because I slept in. Gone are days of feeling...alone.
YES! You guessed it faithful reader(s)!! I am back in school and matched up with a hottie from match.com. All at once! Isn't that amazing how things work that way??!!! It's been 2 weeks filled with bliss...yet utter torture and turmoil over finance homework and wall street journal articles. The year has started off with my heart beating loud and proud in my chest, but my brain fried and wired like a antelope with a caffeine buzz.
No one wants to hear about my crappy finance class so I will spare you the mundane details. This beauty of a man that found on match.com has (excuse the pun) swept me off my tiny super feet!!! For those faithful reader(s)....I will tell you that it is NOT the electrician. I will blog more about him/us in a few days....but for now Super Lady signs off all twitter-pated and giddy!!!
Gone are the last few weeks of December 2008, where I could lounge around in my lounging pants and eat chocolate covered caramel corn and watch How I Met Your Mother reruns. Gone are the days of going into work at 11am because I slept in. Gone are days of feeling...alone.
YES! You guessed it faithful reader(s)!! I am back in school and matched up with a hottie from match.com. All at once! Isn't that amazing how things work that way??!!! It's been 2 weeks filled with bliss...yet utter torture and turmoil over finance homework and wall street journal articles. The year has started off with my heart beating loud and proud in my chest, but my brain fried and wired like a antelope with a caffeine buzz.
No one wants to hear about my crappy finance class so I will spare you the mundane details. This beauty of a man that found on match.com has (excuse the pun) swept me off my tiny super feet!!! For those faithful reader(s)....I will tell you that it is NOT the electrician. I will blog more about him/us in a few days....but for now Super Lady signs off all twitter-pated and giddy!!!
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