True stories about dating that will make you shake your head in disbelief!

Once upon a time there was a Disbeliever, Realist, and Skeptic. They were all on the quest of finding love. We are a must-read for those in the dating realm who are confused, frustrated, in love, or happily single! How will their stories end? Stay tuned for their stories.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

There really is a website for everything

Well, with a little urging from Sabrina, I launched a profile on DateBritishGuys.com to see if I could find a charming young single Brit who wouldn't mind me fawning over his accent and manners. The site seemed promising--it was basically built on the premise of connecting British men with American women (exactly what I wanted!), and it certainly has made a lot of press (at least according to a cursory Google search), so why not.

After one day, I'm not overly optimistic. In my first search (not super narrow--non-smokers in a 10-year age range who live in my metro area), I got a list of only 15 guys, only 4 of whom have logged in within the last month. I know it's not really a numbers game, but it wasn't really encouraging. I only signed up for the free version, so I'll leave it up for a while and see what happens. 

Next to try: ILoveYourAccent.com!

Trying to stay positive,
Skeptic

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Birdwatching

My commute includes a very short trip on a subway train, so never get a seat while riding and instead get to stand and surf for 10 or 15 minutes while I ride. I make the most of it, though--as I'm boarding the train, I make a sport out of making a quick assessment of the train car and strategically placing myself standing next to the most attractive male there. I'll be honest, a lot of the time there isn't anyone I'm particularly interested to stand next to. But sometimes there is, and I spend the 10-minute train ride sneaking glances at him, and seeing if I can purposely accidentally make eye contact with him. Nothing has ever really come of it, but maybe someday it will, and at the very least it amuses me.

Today the train was crowded, so I didn't have much choice of strategic location, but instead had to jam myself just inside the door. And lo and behold, Mr. Cutiepants was right there by the door next to me. Hellooooooo nurse! I kept peeking glances at him, and each time I had a different thought (in case you really want insight into what's in a girl's head):
"ooooOOOooohh he's cute...."
"Yeah.... he's really cute."
"He looks kind of like Y (my ex). Oh, is that bad?"
"Nice shoes."
"Damn, move your hand, can't see the left ring finger...."
"Good body. I can see my arms around that...."
"All I need is one good train bump and oops! I fall into him....."

Now, I'm not saying I followed him off the train. I'm just saying he just happened to get off the same stop as I did. I can't help it if he lives in my neighborhood.... As soon as the doors opened, though, that dude took OFF. I walk pretty damn fast, but I had trouble keeping up with this guy. That is.... he just happened to be walking in the same direction as I was. *ahem* After he turned down a street that would actually make me go out of my way to follow him, though, I gave up and let him scamper off. The wild bird can't be tamed.

Trying to stay positive,
Skeptic


Friday, May 17, 2013

Is there a filter on Match.com for a British accent?

I had to have a call this week with BritBoy for work. Yup the crush rages on. The cute British accent, his casual swearing, the joking around.... Even after we were done talking about work stuff I wanted to just keep him on the phone to shoot the shit. AHHHHH stop it. hesmarriedhesmarriedhesmarriedhesmarried. Keep repeating to yourself, Skeptic. Ugh.

Clearly I need to find a new crush. Quickly. Bonus points if he's British.

Trying to stay positive,
Skeptic

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Wax on, Wax off

I charged back up an old online dating profile a couple of weeks ago, but I just cancelled it again. I did talk to one guy for a little while, but I was very meh about him. And it seems like every single profile I read says, "I'm laid back" or "I'm down to earth." *YAWN* Don't get me wrong--I like laid back guys, but it feels like they all call themselves that these days like it's the style or something, and it's so boring to read over and over and over. Plus, I just don't like online dating. I always start it back up again thinking I should do something proactive in my dating life, but shut it down because it feels so unnatural. I feel like I'm picking guys out of a catalogue, when what really attracts me to guys is their personality, which you can't get much of in a profile. I'll keep using it until my subscription expires in a couple of months, but I'd much rather meet someone organically. I just wish I was better at doing that. *sighcatch22*

Trying to stay positive,
Skeptic

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Another one bites the dust

I got to meet BritBoy in person this week. I didn't just meet him, in fact, I actually had three days spending intense time with him at a hotel in Western Jersey. No, no, nothing like that. It was a work retreat. It's the kind of event where it's completely mentally exhausting and a lot of hard work, but you also have great dinners and drinking and really get to know each other very well. And darn it all, BritBoy is completely adorable and smart and funny and polite and we totally hit it off and I definitely felt some electric sexual chemistry..... and he's married.

Darn my stupid luck--that's the one line I won't cross. I'm unfortunately at the age where it's more unusual to find a great guy who is single than it is one who is married. To find one who is single and available is a miracle. And to find one who is single, available, AND interested in me.... well, that's just downright impossible. *sigh*

Trying to stay positive,
Skeptic

Monday, May 6, 2013

Quite a fit bird, right then.

I made a few observations recently. Someone asked me last week who my five favorite actors are--2 out of 5 are British. My favorite band is British. Then yesterday when I caught myself popping in a DVD of Mr. Bean, it hit me--my life does seem to be quite Brit-centric lately. 

Coincidence? Maybe it's because so many people at work are British and it's sort of on the brain? Could it have anything to do with the notion that my latest crush is a Brit? Certainly not on a conscious level, but I'm willing to admit it's a possibility on an unconscious level.

Jolly good. Cheers!

Trying to stay positive,
Skeptic

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Blast from the past

Remember Spiderman? It wouldn't shock me if you didn't--I had to do some digging in the blog archives to find the last time I wrote about him.

I actually saw him today in Hoboken. I wasn't sure it was him at the time, since the town was uber-crowded and that makes things confusing. But he actually posted a picture of himself on Facebook a little while later and he was wearing the same shirt, so I recognized it to be him.

That's really all. It was just kind of weird to see him since that whole thing seems like a lifetime ago. I didn't say anything--he was sitting at an outdoor cafe with some people and I was walking by.

Not much else going on right now. I fired back up an old online dating profile and that's going nowhere. I think it's more difficult now than it was before because all the good guys in Manhattan don't need to be online. It's a guy's market there--there are more single women than men, and the men can be picky (and they are!). Navigating the dating world might now be an uphill battle for me....

Trying to stay positive,
Skeptic