aerie

Garrett didn't have quite the right ring?

And still, when I get together with extended family over the holidays, the very sweet and concerned relatives never hesitate to ask me when I am going to "finally settle down".

Yikes!

Oddly enough, my family has always been really really good about not badgering me about marriage. Nobody gives me a hard time. Thank fuck.

Colorado Springs police cited a man after he falsely reported a burglary at his house early Wednesday morning.

Kevin Gaylor, 24, invited a woman he had met via the online service Craigslist to his home in the 4900 block of Picturesque Circle just after 3 a.m. so they could "get better acquainted," police said.

When Gaylor's girlfriend came home unexpectedly, Gaylor called police to report the other woman as a "burglary in progress," police said.

Gaylor was cited on suspicion of false reporting to authorities.

Can you imagine being the "other woman?"

I also was intrigued by the author's conclusions on the current state of men and women in terms of education, accomplishment, life choices, etc. It was just interesting.

I don't go around thinking I'm some sort of loser by any means, just because I am not married. But I am coming to realize that I made a lot of decisions that directly led to not getting hitched. When I was at Oracle, for instance, my cohort of women, all of us cute and in our late 20's/early 30's, were MAN CRAZY. They wore the cutest outfits, always had on perfect make-up, went out of their way to be exactly what they felt would attract men. And by and large their efforts worked. Really. Three women I met my first year at Oracle were engaged readily. They worked it.

The truth is that I didn't. I was never good at it and actively disliked doing the cute thing to get boys. Always have. But it meant that I wasn't part of the cadre of chicks reading "the Knot" and planning the perfect Napa wedding the next summer.

So it's been interesting to look back on life and accept that I've dated some exceptional men and I always just thought it would happen "in time". Kind of like how the Atlantic author starts off her piece.

It's a complicated mix of feelings.

I also was intrigued by the author's conclusions on the current state of men and women in terms of education, accomplishment, life choices, etc. It was just interesting.

This was me.

I've made choices, consciously and not, that have led to me to where I am. And I'm not unhappy with the outcome. In fact, I fucking love where I've ended up thus far. I do think that I stopped mostly internalizing society's expectations in this regard rather early, so expecting couplage and kids is a distant memory, though I'm not entirely sure how that evolved.

I just noticed two baby (decorative) pumpkins on my tv. My mother must've done that. I keep finding little things dad fixed here and there. And random cash.

I keep finding little things dad fixed here and there. And random cash.

My parents used to do that. Once they visited with me and complained about my dining room chairs, and then months later I found several hundred dollars stashed inside a wristband designed to carry a key in during a workout (and that I never used)... Wacky.

that sounds like the tooth fairy to me.

the chair fairy?

Does anyone know where I can get the full text of the email that Obama sent when he announced his re-election campaign? And a link to the video of the announcement. We are doing a unit on political speech and watch Cain's announcement (shucky ducky!) today. Tomorrow will be Rick Perry then I'd like to do Obama for equal opportunity deconstruction.

I could just lower my standards. But why date someone I think isn't as awesome as I am?

I realize the conversation has moved on, but I just want to respond to this idea. I would NEVER tell someone to lower their standards, but what I would suggest in some cases is reevaluating them. Only because it made such a difference for me in my relationships. I had spent so many years looking for someone who, on paper, looked compatible with me. And I kept winding up with guys who just didn't want to commit.

So I asked myself what I really wanted, and the answers surprised me. I didn't really care how old someone was, how successful, what career or how much schooling, turned out I didn't even care much about whether I fell in love with a man or a woman. What I cared about was that committment. I wanted someone who wanted to be with ME, who wasn't still looking to see if someone better might come along. And then I met my DH. I could point to all sorts of superficial reasons why the relationship was a gamble, but none of that mattered because it was the first relationship I had ever been in that felt stable.

java, at least you've BEEN in long term relationships, even if you didn't get married in them! I sometimes suspect I should go to therapy just to determine if there is something bizarrely off about me that I have never dated someone more than about six months at a time...

In happier news, I am eating TJ's pumpkin cream cheese AIFG! NOM. I would not have picked it up were it not for Teppy's recommendation. I suspect I'm not meant to eat the whole tub in one sitting, though, which may be a problem.