Note: I am counting Spring Break as three dates. My blog, my rules, I win. Well okay, mostly I lose, but give me a break.
The Set Up
I get back from spring break and I am done, DONE, with men. I have been flirted out and hit on so many times that I am utterly exhausted and disgusted by almost all members of the opposite gender. If Gen-Xers are any representation of what is to become of our generation’s men, I am scared out of my mind, because they use the same exact moves as their sons, who are twenty years younger. Also, cruise socializing has zapped me of the high energy that is required for dating.
I rant and rave to some of my Yentals, a few of whom were expecting this breakdown much earlier. So I officially throw in the dating towel and step out of the boxing match called “College Dating” in hopes that I will magically bump into my true love while clumsily dropping my books on CyRide. Yes, he will pick up my books and our fingers will graze. Our eyes will glance, both knowing instantly that we have met our soul mate. Then, there will be no spots on the bus except for that lonely un-chosen seat right next to him. He shyly says hello while I mention my clumsiness and we begin a conversation that is so deep we make two loops around campus. It could totally happen, right?
Well my strike lasts one or two days. Then the College Gods, the same spirits who created Thirsty Thursday, magically cancelled classes and winning streaks in beer pong, step in and have their way with me.
The Friday after spring break all I want to do is hang out with my friends. I am not looking for a huge social event or anything that could be a potential college legend. I just want to take it easy. Plus I’m majorly sick. I have been having horrible migraines all week long and my stomach has been topsy-turvy and my body just aches. I blame post-cruise depression, but it’s really probably because I was with several thousand people in a relatively small space for a week. But after taking
several painkillers, I go to a free campus event anyways.
While I am chatting up one of my lovely buds, I see a guy who just looks nice. Also he is foreign. Obviously I can’t help myself. I “black widow” the poor boy and get his number by the end of the night after, no joke, two minutes of conversation. I impress all of my girlfriends by teaching them the new parlor trick of the obviously desperate pickup and go on my merry way.
The Date:
We try to meet up on the weekend but it just doesn’t work. We already have made plans so we try to meet up during the week. However, the first time I see him, post pickup, I’m running really late for class. A lot later than I usually am, so I can’t say anything to him but a yelp of, “Can’t talk! Class!” It’s rude, but I really am desperate to get to class. I see him the following day, and he is also standoffish. However, he quickly texts me that he had to run off to class that day. I get a little worried, but he sends me a text assuring me of plans and whatnot,
We end up meeting midweek on campus to get “dessert” which apparently means a shake or smoothie or something. He gets there first and picks the worst spot right next to the counter. I am able to overlook this glaring oversight because he speaks with an accent. And an accent means prince, which obviously makes me a future princess.
We just talk for an hour or so. We don't have much in common, but he has traveled the world so I pretend that he is a Baron or Earl. We mostly compare the places we have traveled. His life revolves around golf, a sport that I know nothing about so I have a hard time finding common conversational ground. But, things still go well, but I’m getting a little tired so I tell him I have an early morning meeting and have to be going. He tells me he wants to hang out again and I agree.
Results:
Yeah, it was pretty standard. Nothing special or anything. And also I didn’t try because it was mid-week and my Wednesdays are filled with classes and meetings so I pretty much give up on myself. Now, my giving up on myself is a lot different than the normal person giving up on themselves. I was still in a skirt and boots and attempting to be not-too-manically-bubbly, but I didn't wear makeup and I brought a book with the expectation of getting some studying in.
Also, when you hang out with a foreign person it's always a little difficult because the cultural frame of reference is completely different. So even though it seems super exotic, it's not like you both grew up watching the same cartoons or even have the same sense of humor. It can be a little difficult just for the two of you to feel comfortable enough around each other because that instant cultural connection that most people share just isn't there. BUT accents are still pretty awesome.
Grade of Date: B (Nothing special, nothing awful. Just a normal, regular, get-to-know-you date)
Grade of Match: ? (It was really hard to tell)
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
VEISHEA Dating Rules
VEISHEA Dating Rules Top Ten
As a two year Veishea Veteran I have been able to observe some extremely stupid behavior. I have partaken in some extremely stupid behavior. So here is a little bit of Veishea Dating advice I have learned from these experiences.
So background: Veishea is the largest student-run festival in the nation. It also is an excuse for a lot of students to just get extremely wasted and because a lot of students know this people from all over the place visit and act up and out and start shit. There are also other fun activities that go on but it’s a lot of drinking.
These rules can usually be applied to regular college hookups as well.
1. If you must hookup with someone, do it with a person you will never see again, not someone who is in your psychology lecture or someone who lives down your hall. Just because Veishea is like Spring Break Part Two does not make it Vegas.
2. Also, just because Veishea feels like Spring Break Part Two, relationship rules still apply.
3. Just because you are shit-faced doesn’t not mean that everyone else around you is. They will probably remember all of the disgusting stuff that you have done. Keep that in mind.
4. Always try to remember the name of the person whose couch you are sleeping on. Most people are polite when you forget their name, but you never know.
5. Don’t puke on your date.
6. Also avoid going to bars during Veishea because the cover is obscene.
7. Perhaps avoid regular dates during this weekend because I am not quite sure that they work out so fabulously.
8. Do not do any action that involves an ex. Revenge seems fantastic but it is actually terrible. Especially when you are trashed. You will see this the next morning. A reconnection may seem brilliant when you are sufficiently hammered, but this is a mistake. However, this is also a mistake.
9. While these are several nuggets of knowledge this is the one weekend where you can really toss it all out and live like a hedonist.
10. Be safe. In all ways
VEISHEA Bingo
If you see or partake in a riot you automatically win
As a two year Veishea Veteran I have been able to observe some extremely stupid behavior. I have partaken in some extremely stupid behavior. So here is a little bit of Veishea Dating advice I have learned from these experiences.
So background: Veishea is the largest student-run festival in the nation. It also is an excuse for a lot of students to just get extremely wasted and because a lot of students know this people from all over the place visit and act up and out and start shit. There are also other fun activities that go on but it’s a lot of drinking.
These rules can usually be applied to regular college hookups as well.
1. If you must hookup with someone, do it with a person you will never see again, not someone who is in your psychology lecture or someone who lives down your hall. Just because Veishea is like Spring Break Part Two does not make it Vegas.
2. Also, just because Veishea feels like Spring Break Part Two, relationship rules still apply.
3. Just because you are shit-faced doesn’t not mean that everyone else around you is. They will probably remember all of the disgusting stuff that you have done. Keep that in mind.
4. Always try to remember the name of the person whose couch you are sleeping on. Most people are polite when you forget their name, but you never know.
5. Don’t puke on your date.
6. Also avoid going to bars during Veishea because the cover is obscene.
7. Perhaps avoid regular dates during this weekend because I am not quite sure that they work out so fabulously.
8. Do not do any action that involves an ex. Revenge seems fantastic but it is actually terrible. Especially when you are trashed. You will see this the next morning. A reconnection may seem brilliant when you are sufficiently hammered, but this is a mistake. However, this is also a mistake.
9. While these are several nuggets of knowledge this is the one weekend where you can really toss it all out and live like a hedonist.
10. Be safe. In all ways
VEISHEA Bingo
Girl Crush (A girl talking about girls): Life As Liz Lemon
The Prime-Time Dating Rules
One of my favorite television shows is 30 Rock. In fact, I pretty much adore all quirky, witty television shows featuring strong female characters. However, out of all of these shows, the character Liz Lemon, resonates with me the most.
Liz is a career-driven, food-loving, successful, smart, funny, yet very morally conflicted character. Liz’s primary story line involves her attempting to live out the American dream by “having it all” (and if you haven’t seen the show – yes there are musical numbers that attest to this goal). She struggles to discover a balance between a successful career and her personal life. However, she rarely compromises anything to achieve this. Obviously, because it is impossible for a successful woman to use her inferior brain to accomplish this difficult task, her social life wilts like an abused and ignored bouquet of poorly chosen carnations while her professional life often thrives like a lush patch of hearty Iowa corn. Because of this inability to “have it all” Liz appears to be an immature, childish harpy who is afraid of sex and traditional life.
I freaking love Liz Lemon, but whenever she seems to be solving her problems or is on the top of her proverbial professional peak someone either mentions her personal life, or she gets dragged down by her personal life. Then Liz falls and fails, only to attempt to stumble back up by the end of the episode (For example in a season one episode, after Liz is repeatedly set up on terrible and awkward blind dates, Liz finds the perfect match. At work, she is chosen to pitch an idea to NBC. But she gets distracted her new love and misses the meeting, loses her love temporarily and does not gain any accolades from her office). So even though Liz holds a position of power, she is not a woman to be admired. So why have I gone on this rant about a fictional character on a television show with low ratings? Like Liz, I believe that a successful woman shouldn’t have to sacrifice in order to “have it all”. Yet the show and many others clearly have a polar view on this issue.
Personal Note
I have had the same goals since the 8th grade. Yeah, I am single-minded to the point of recklessness. Obviously I am not going to be deterred or distracted by anything, even if this means compromising my sole-duty in life of making lots of wailing infants who will grow to resent me.
However, this single-minded steely determination has branded me as too immature to pursue an actual relationship. So, by this logic, the women and men who are attending college just to get by or with no ultimate goal are more relationship-ready than I am. I want to be successful clearly, but because I want to be too successful, I am unable to fit in with the standards of the societal standards of who needs a relationship. I am too comfortable with myself. FTS. Or, as Liz Lemon would say, “Nerds!”
One of my favorite television shows is 30 Rock. In fact, I pretty much adore all quirky, witty television shows featuring strong female characters. However, out of all of these shows, the character Liz Lemon, resonates with me the most.
Liz is a career-driven, food-loving, successful, smart, funny, yet very morally conflicted character. Liz’s primary story line involves her attempting to live out the American dream by “having it all” (and if you haven’t seen the show – yes there are musical numbers that attest to this goal). She struggles to discover a balance between a successful career and her personal life. However, she rarely compromises anything to achieve this. Obviously, because it is impossible for a successful woman to use her inferior brain to accomplish this difficult task, her social life wilts like an abused and ignored bouquet of poorly chosen carnations while her professional life often thrives like a lush patch of hearty Iowa corn. Because of this inability to “have it all” Liz appears to be an immature, childish harpy who is afraid of sex and traditional life.
I freaking love Liz Lemon, but whenever she seems to be solving her problems or is on the top of her proverbial professional peak someone either mentions her personal life, or she gets dragged down by her personal life. Then Liz falls and fails, only to attempt to stumble back up by the end of the episode (For example in a season one episode, after Liz is repeatedly set up on terrible and awkward blind dates, Liz finds the perfect match. At work, she is chosen to pitch an idea to NBC. But she gets distracted her new love and misses the meeting, loses her love temporarily and does not gain any accolades from her office). So even though Liz holds a position of power, she is not a woman to be admired. So why have I gone on this rant about a fictional character on a television show with low ratings? Like Liz, I believe that a successful woman shouldn’t have to sacrifice in order to “have it all”. Yet the show and many others clearly have a polar view on this issue.
Personal Note
I have had the same goals since the 8th grade. Yeah, I am single-minded to the point of recklessness. Obviously I am not going to be deterred or distracted by anything, even if this means compromising my sole-duty in life of making lots of wailing infants who will grow to resent me.
However, this single-minded steely determination has branded me as too immature to pursue an actual relationship. So, by this logic, the women and men who are attending college just to get by or with no ultimate goal are more relationship-ready than I am. I want to be successful clearly, but because I want to be too successful, I am unable to fit in with the standards of the societal standards of who needs a relationship. I am too comfortable with myself. FTS. Or, as Liz Lemon would say, “Nerds!”
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
What Never To Do In A Vacationship
So obviously I have had my fair share of vacationship experiences, but I also glean a wealth of knowledge from other’s mistakes as well. So here are some direct examples of what never to do in or on a vacationship from many others, including my trusty Wing Woman. Clearly this advice applies to vacations that are all expensive paid by mummy and daddy, so therefore I have to deal with them. In regards to the advice deals with parents, feel free to adjust the advice accordingly and substitute “parents” with “prudish friend” if you so choose.
The Top Ten!
1. Do not get into a vacationship just because your mama told you not to. Yes, vacationships should be experimental and fun. But going after a burly, tattooed, mustachioed marine just because mom told you not to is not a reason to go after a guy. That is why you go after a boy in high school. So quick age check! Do you see the title of this blog? Excellent! Are you currently or have you ever been accepted to a university, attended a university in order to attain a degree (not just to not be in high school or transfer later), lived away from home for over four months, and finally know the shitty dorm food BUT also know the schedule so well you know the days when they serve the good stuff? If you answered “Why, yes!” to three of these four questions you are in college and you are in the right place! Congratulations former high school student! So step away from the dish best served cold (he doesn’t look that good anyways) and come into some honey.
2. It is fine if and even encouraged that you take off your clothing in front of your vacationship. It is not encouraged to take off your clothing in front of your vacationship and all of his or her friends. This means that it is not cute to crawl into a hot tub, after nine jager bombs, while wearing only your underwear. It also means it is still unacceptable to strip down to your skivvies even when “I’m in Love with a Stripper” is playing. Yes, even at Senor Frogs. Especially with the advent of cell phones and Facebook – you do not want your one-week fling to destroy your future. The only exception to this rule, and this is an absolute maybe, is if you are playing a socially acceptable game. Now keep in mind that socially acceptable usually means classy and classy means employed. So even then, use your best judgment.
3. Don’t play musical beds (from previous entries if you do this it is not a vacationship).
4. Don’t introduce your parents to your vacationship if he or she is an experiment. If she or he is someone you would be seen with in the real world, more power to you and go ahead and introduce him or her to your parents. This very well may save you a lot of trouble in the future.
5. Do introduce your parents to at least one of your vacation-made friends so when they see you chatting up your vacationship’s dad or scarier, more tattooed friend, they don’t think you’re trying to hit on him.
6. Don’t do anything intimate in places your family members might be. It is fine to be a little intimate in front of strangers. Hell, you will never, ever see these people again (okay, you might, but that is a different story… or stories). But if you choose a location that your family also frequents go back to your bunk and screw on a different head. For example if your dad is a huge swing fan and your little brother is in jazz band, then a jazz club is not a great place to take your vacationship to the next level. Yes, even if it is romantic and fun to disturb the waltzing old folks. The disturbed looks that you might get are not worth it.
7. Also don’t pick a place where you can be easily interrupted. Hot tubs seem steamy, but not only are they full of STDs, but also the staff (and you will probably get a staph infection if you do anything in those hot tubs) regularly checks these areas. Elevators also seem super sexy in the movies, but when the door opens to your vacationhip’s sister you gotta go and straighten your dress and shake out your hair and watch him wipe his face and see the look on her face. Yeah, you are screwed in so many ways.
8. Don’t take yourself too seriously. If you are picking an experimental person then your buds are going to make fun of you and make fun of your vacationship. Be prepared for puns, innuendos and a ton of really awful jokes. You’re having fun every night; let them have fun when they see you during the day. And oh, will they have fun.
9. Don’t get too attached to your vacationship. It is supposed to last a week and while texting and Facebooking is fine, don’t get too connected because the magic of the vacation is gone. Ultimately save yourself and don’t get heartbroken over the person. It is really easy to do because you can view this person within the halo of the vacation. Everything seems to have a rosy glow. Plus because the relationship was one week long, things ended perfectly. You never went through the trials of a real relationship. Do not let this rosy hindsight let you get attached to someone you knew for a week. Even if you think you love them.
10. The final and most important rule of the vacationship. DO NOT HAVE A DAMN VACATIONSHIP IF YOU ARE IN A REAL RELATIONSHIP! I do not care if the states don’t touch. I don’t care if it’s spring break. If a line is crossed, no matter how small, within a month the REAL couple is broken up and the vacationship is forgotten about. This has happened so many times. And really, it is NOT worth it.
The Top Ten!
1. Do not get into a vacationship just because your mama told you not to. Yes, vacationships should be experimental and fun. But going after a burly, tattooed, mustachioed marine just because mom told you not to is not a reason to go after a guy. That is why you go after a boy in high school. So quick age check! Do you see the title of this blog? Excellent! Are you currently or have you ever been accepted to a university, attended a university in order to attain a degree (not just to not be in high school or transfer later), lived away from home for over four months, and finally know the shitty dorm food BUT also know the schedule so well you know the days when they serve the good stuff? If you answered “Why, yes!” to three of these four questions you are in college and you are in the right place! Congratulations former high school student! So step away from the dish best served cold (he doesn’t look that good anyways) and come into some honey.
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| Taking off clothing - Not Classy! |
3. Don’t play musical beds (from previous entries if you do this it is not a vacationship).
4. Don’t introduce your parents to your vacationship if he or she is an experiment. If she or he is someone you would be seen with in the real world, more power to you and go ahead and introduce him or her to your parents. This very well may save you a lot of trouble in the future.
5. Do introduce your parents to at least one of your vacation-made friends so when they see you chatting up your vacationship’s dad or scarier, more tattooed friend, they don’t think you’re trying to hit on him.
6. Don’t do anything intimate in places your family members might be. It is fine to be a little intimate in front of strangers. Hell, you will never, ever see these people again (okay, you might, but that is a different story… or stories). But if you choose a location that your family also frequents go back to your bunk and screw on a different head. For example if your dad is a huge swing fan and your little brother is in jazz band, then a jazz club is not a great place to take your vacationship to the next level. Yes, even if it is romantic and fun to disturb the waltzing old folks. The disturbed looks that you might get are not worth it.
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| Evidence: Hot Tub = Not Sexy |
8. Don’t take yourself too seriously. If you are picking an experimental person then your buds are going to make fun of you and make fun of your vacationship. Be prepared for puns, innuendos and a ton of really awful jokes. You’re having fun every night; let them have fun when they see you during the day. And oh, will they have fun.
9. Don’t get too attached to your vacationship. It is supposed to last a week and while texting and Facebooking is fine, don’t get too connected because the magic of the vacation is gone. Ultimately save yourself and don’t get heartbroken over the person. It is really easy to do because you can view this person within the halo of the vacation. Everything seems to have a rosy glow. Plus because the relationship was one week long, things ended perfectly. You never went through the trials of a real relationship. Do not let this rosy hindsight let you get attached to someone you knew for a week. Even if you think you love them.
10. The final and most important rule of the vacationship. DO NOT HAVE A DAMN VACATIONSHIP IF YOU ARE IN A REAL RELATIONSHIP! I do not care if the states don’t touch. I don’t care if it’s spring break. If a line is crossed, no matter how small, within a month the REAL couple is broken up and the vacationship is forgotten about. This has happened so many times. And really, it is NOT worth it.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Spring Break - The Ultimate Day
The Ultimate, Eating, Flash Mobs, Karaoke, Disco, Dancing, Games and Adieus
The final day of the trip. The ultimate day of all of the wonderful relationships that had been created. If you’re wondering if all of the loose ends get tied up – well you will see. I get lunch with Austin, Dallas and WW at the regular place. We once again fight boredom by trying to find every place possible that we haven’t eaten including the Windjammer for desserts and the Brat place as Austin has no idea what a bratwurst is. We then go to watch a dodge ball tournament. We see Abilene, for the first time in what feels like ages. We cheer for him and he smiles and waves. He looks happy but he doesn’t make any effort to try to talk to us. He loses, but it’s all good. We also see the guy who tried to buy me a drink the first night, yes, same guy who spilled the drink on my white skirt, macking on some poor underage high school babe. This makes me feel so happy that I could burst. It is completely possible to find true love on a vacation.
We re-take our flash mob dance class and Austin and Dallas split to study so I have some quality time on the elevator bar with my WW where I meet a dude who lived in Iowa (yeah, this is amazing you have no idea). We then splinter off as WW goes to find her marine and I go to tan.
We re-meet during the flash mob. The flash mob doesn't go as well as any of us would have liked, but it looks pretty cool. Plus, when we find one another we discover we are all matching in white and black. We are amazed that our bond has extended so deep that we have started to dress similarly. We decide to meet up again at family disco but I only see Dallas and Austin’s sisters. I boogie down with them and learn how to do the Electric Slide. They then tell me to check their room so I, like an elementary school kid knocking on a next-door neighbor’s door, sheepishly go to their door. We chill for a bit, watching a recording of last night’s disco night and then go to karaoke where we meet WW and my bro. I see Florida, where he does an incredibly drunken rendition of a Backstreet Boy’s song (he thanks some people that he met the casino for the liquor). I then bump into Canada’s dad who asks if I’m going to sing again and is disappointed when I tell him I am not. He reeks of whiskey and beer and I tell him I’ll see him later at the club.
We then go to the casino where I win $25. We essentially cram all of the cruising activities into one night. But even though I win the money, we lose WW at the casino and after a few rounds of games we also lose Dallas, who wants to go to bed early because he has to wake up at 5:30. So Austin and I wander around the ship, exploring and talking and joking around. It’s kind of like Abilene, except Austin has actually taking to a woman before so therefore I do not gnash my teeth. Eventually we go back to the club where I reunite with WW, Canada and Florida. Canada apologizes for his father’s drunken behavior. Florida is extremely wasted. He doofily dances around. I finally meet WW’s marine. Austin and I decide to go to bed earlier than usual, as we both have to wake up early so we go. As Austin and I bid one another adieu on his floor, he promises that he will never forget me. Then I die a little bit.
Reasons why I died a little when Austin Said Goodbye
Austin is the kind of guy that every girl sets out to marry. Although these entries describe daily events and group bonds, it doesn’t encapsulate the individual friendships that were made.
Austin was hilarious, sensitive and kind. We had nice conversations and similar values. He was so smart (His school accepted the top 8%). We were goofing around a flirting a lot by the time we said goodbye. Yeah we were dancing a lot and yes, he was a good dancing. Also yes, I was majorly crushing by the time we said goodbye.
Oh and all of that karaoke stuff? Yeah, boy could sing. (Le sigh)He is close to his family, but not in an embarrassingly mama’s boy kind of way. He actually reads books. He played soccer. He is planning on going to SXSW next Spring Break. The list could go on and on.
Okay end of girly rant. Especially because writing this only makes me more sad, so I am going to stop and bury my face in a pint of Hagen Das Raspberry Sorbet now, okay?
That Morning
I see WW the next morning and she tells me all about her wild times with her marine. We exchange numbers and then eventually make plans to meet up in the future. This weekend.
Grade of Match : A +( I got to choose my family. I had the most drama free time of my life. It was incredible. It was amazing. I had an awesome time being absolutely free and crazy and wild. Yes, I was constantly mistaken for a drunk person. Yes I lost my voice because I yelled so much. Yes I fell in love - kind of. Yes. I hopefully made some life-long friends)
Grade of Date: A+ ("")
Up Next Time:
I know! I have sucked at updating! I admit it! Last week I had several exams and essays and whatnot so I was super busy.
Anyways- here are a few things that will be covered in the upcoming entries. I'm still not completely done with spring break. I know! It's a lot of stuff! So you get to look forward to "What never to do on a Vacationship" and "The Worst Ways I Was Hit on While on Vacation".
Also I have been on about 4 dates with a guy so there's that.
Also VEISHEA is this weekend and my lovely WW is visiting me.
According to Urban Dictionary VEISHEA is "A celebration of Iowa State University. A really really good excuse to get wasted every single night that week.
Many students will be drunk in class." So obviously I will be having an entry about VEISHEA-dating. That is- if I survive.
xoxo serialdater
The final day of the trip. The ultimate day of all of the wonderful relationships that had been created. If you’re wondering if all of the loose ends get tied up – well you will see. I get lunch with Austin, Dallas and WW at the regular place. We once again fight boredom by trying to find every place possible that we haven’t eaten including the Windjammer for desserts and the Brat place as Austin has no idea what a bratwurst is. We then go to watch a dodge ball tournament. We see Abilene, for the first time in what feels like ages. We cheer for him and he smiles and waves. He looks happy but he doesn’t make any effort to try to talk to us. He loses, but it’s all good. We also see the guy who tried to buy me a drink the first night, yes, same guy who spilled the drink on my white skirt, macking on some poor underage high school babe. This makes me feel so happy that I could burst. It is completely possible to find true love on a vacation.
We re-take our flash mob dance class and Austin and Dallas split to study so I have some quality time on the elevator bar with my WW where I meet a dude who lived in Iowa (yeah, this is amazing you have no idea). We then splinter off as WW goes to find her marine and I go to tan.
We re-meet during the flash mob. The flash mob doesn't go as well as any of us would have liked, but it looks pretty cool. Plus, when we find one another we discover we are all matching in white and black. We are amazed that our bond has extended so deep that we have started to dress similarly. We decide to meet up again at family disco but I only see Dallas and Austin’s sisters. I boogie down with them and learn how to do the Electric Slide. They then tell me to check their room so I, like an elementary school kid knocking on a next-door neighbor’s door, sheepishly go to their door. We chill for a bit, watching a recording of last night’s disco night and then go to karaoke where we meet WW and my bro. I see Florida, where he does an incredibly drunken rendition of a Backstreet Boy’s song (he thanks some people that he met the casino for the liquor). I then bump into Canada’s dad who asks if I’m going to sing again and is disappointed when I tell him I am not. He reeks of whiskey and beer and I tell him I’ll see him later at the club.
We then go to the casino where I win $25. We essentially cram all of the cruising activities into one night. But even though I win the money, we lose WW at the casino and after a few rounds of games we also lose Dallas, who wants to go to bed early because he has to wake up at 5:30. So Austin and I wander around the ship, exploring and talking and joking around. It’s kind of like Abilene, except Austin has actually taking to a woman before so therefore I do not gnash my teeth. Eventually we go back to the club where I reunite with WW, Canada and Florida. Canada apologizes for his father’s drunken behavior. Florida is extremely wasted. He doofily dances around. I finally meet WW’s marine. Austin and I decide to go to bed earlier than usual, as we both have to wake up early so we go. As Austin and I bid one another adieu on his floor, he promises that he will never forget me. Then I die a little bit.
Reasons why I died a little when Austin Said Goodbye
Austin is the kind of guy that every girl sets out to marry. Although these entries describe daily events and group bonds, it doesn’t encapsulate the individual friendships that were made.
Austin was hilarious, sensitive and kind. We had nice conversations and similar values. He was so smart (His school accepted the top 8%). We were goofing around a flirting a lot by the time we said goodbye. Yeah we were dancing a lot and yes, he was a good dancing. Also yes, I was majorly crushing by the time we said goodbye.
Oh and all of that karaoke stuff? Yeah, boy could sing. (Le sigh)He is close to his family, but not in an embarrassingly mama’s boy kind of way. He actually reads books. He played soccer. He is planning on going to SXSW next Spring Break. The list could go on and on.
Okay end of girly rant. Especially because writing this only makes me more sad, so I am going to stop and bury my face in a pint of Hagen Das Raspberry Sorbet now, okay?
That Morning
I see WW the next morning and she tells me all about her wild times with her marine. We exchange numbers and then eventually make plans to meet up in the future. This weekend.
Grade of Match : A +( I got to choose my family. I had the most drama free time of my life. It was incredible. It was amazing. I had an awesome time being absolutely free and crazy and wild. Yes, I was constantly mistaken for a drunk person. Yes I lost my voice because I yelled so much. Yes I fell in love - kind of. Yes. I hopefully made some life-long friends)
Grade of Date: A+ ("")
Up Next Time:
I know! I have sucked at updating! I admit it! Last week I had several exams and essays and whatnot so I was super busy.
Anyways- here are a few things that will be covered in the upcoming entries. I'm still not completely done with spring break. I know! It's a lot of stuff! So you get to look forward to "What never to do on a Vacationship" and "The Worst Ways I Was Hit on While on Vacation".
Also I have been on about 4 dates with a guy so there's that.
Also VEISHEA is this weekend and my lovely WW is visiting me.
According to Urban Dictionary VEISHEA is "A celebration of Iowa State University. A really really good excuse to get wasted every single night that week.
Many students will be drunk in class." So obviously I will be having an entry about VEISHEA-dating. That is- if I survive.
xoxo serialdater
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Spring Break - Day Six
Phone Calls, Disco Dancing, Karaoke Clubbing, Bacardi Dancing and Cards
Although I have a day of no social contact, I have to get a hold of Dallas, Austin and my Wing Woman somehow. Just like the middle school pre-texting days of yore, I actually have to call people’s rooms in order to make plans. This is an embarrassing process I forgot about until I am forced to do so. The phone call in and of itself is such an awkward form of communication. First of all, because in no way the phone call can be casual. The phone call conveys definite interest. Secondly, because many of these people share rooms with their parents or siblings you have to deal the uncomfortable, unexpected people and explanations. Finally, if no one answers the dilemma of leaving a message is raised.
Luckily when I call I am able to talk directly to Dallas so most of the embarrassment is avoided. We plan to meet up after a day in Mexico. A day in Mexico means that everyone comes back completely schwasted. However, Austin and Dallas are as reliable as they are sober. We end up meeting my WW randomly and we go to see a weird Cirque du Soleil Revue type of thing. I laugh through an interpretive dance to the song “Blue”. Then we go to disco night. Yes, a cruise is a weird world in which all things that are cheesy and dorky are magically acceptable. Needless to say WW, Austin, Dallas and I jam out to “Love Train”, “The YMCA” and “The Hustle”. Next, of course we go to the karaoke bar, On Air, for a bit. This night I actually sing for once. I do horribly but I wiggle a lot and I impress Canada’s dad so much he drunkenly raves to me. As I jam out to other people's songs and basically make a fool of myself, act so crazy that WW's two a.m. and later friend is so alarmed at my behavior, she asks if I am okay and she inquires as to what I drank in Mexico.
Yet I am able to redeem myself and purge all of my embarrassing behavior by going to a Bacardi party after Disco night and karaoke. This party is complete with Go-Go dancers and glow-in-the-dark, electric -looking shots. However, my WW becomes preoccupied with a marine and Dallas is a little less enamored with the party scene after his long day in Mexico. So Dallas, Austin and I lose all cool points that we gained by ditching early to play cards. However, pretty much every drunken person I have ever met on the entire trip decides to randomly say hello and pass by our card playing promenade spot. Needless to say Austin and Dallas are incredibly impressed that I know every single lush. Well, when it is the curfew for the drunkards I know it is time to get to bed so we quickly skedaddle to bed.
Although I have a day of no social contact, I have to get a hold of Dallas, Austin and my Wing Woman somehow. Just like the middle school pre-texting days of yore, I actually have to call people’s rooms in order to make plans. This is an embarrassing process I forgot about until I am forced to do so. The phone call in and of itself is such an awkward form of communication. First of all, because in no way the phone call can be casual. The phone call conveys definite interest. Secondly, because many of these people share rooms with their parents or siblings you have to deal the uncomfortable, unexpected people and explanations. Finally, if no one answers the dilemma of leaving a message is raised.
Luckily when I call I am able to talk directly to Dallas so most of the embarrassment is avoided. We plan to meet up after a day in Mexico. A day in Mexico means that everyone comes back completely schwasted. However, Austin and Dallas are as reliable as they are sober. We end up meeting my WW randomly and we go to see a weird Cirque du Soleil Revue type of thing. I laugh through an interpretive dance to the song “Blue”. Then we go to disco night. Yes, a cruise is a weird world in which all things that are cheesy and dorky are magically acceptable. Needless to say WW, Austin, Dallas and I jam out to “Love Train”, “The YMCA” and “The Hustle”. Next, of course we go to the karaoke bar, On Air, for a bit. This night I actually sing for once. I do horribly but I wiggle a lot and I impress Canada’s dad so much he drunkenly raves to me. As I jam out to other people's songs and basically make a fool of myself, act so crazy that WW's two a.m. and later friend is so alarmed at my behavior, she asks if I am okay and she inquires as to what I drank in Mexico.
Yet I am able to redeem myself and purge all of my embarrassing behavior by going to a Bacardi party after Disco night and karaoke. This party is complete with Go-Go dancers and glow-in-the-dark, electric -looking shots. However, my WW becomes preoccupied with a marine and Dallas is a little less enamored with the party scene after his long day in Mexico. So Dallas, Austin and I lose all cool points that we gained by ditching early to play cards. However, pretty much every drunken person I have ever met on the entire trip decides to randomly say hello and pass by our card playing promenade spot. Needless to say Austin and Dallas are incredibly impressed that I know every single lush. Well, when it is the curfew for the drunkards I know it is time to get to bed so we quickly skedaddle to bed.
Spring Break Day Four - Getting Cheesy and Building Bonds
At Sea, Making Trouble and The Only Friendships are Made on Cruise Ships
Okay, basically this whole series is about friends made while on vacation. Although this isn’t as snarky or even as sweet as some of my legitimate entries I still (obviously) think it’s an important aspect of dating to discuss.
These relationships might sounds simple and a little bit cheesy, but ultimately in these situations you are forced to fight boredom with strangers you randomly meet. Essentially it is the best blind date ever because everybody knows what they are getting into. Even if you have only have little in common, because you are constantly making adventures to fight the boredom, you are constantly creating the shared memories so things are no longer awkward.
This is the attitude I’ve learned to apply to all of my blind date situations. I try to put my best self out there and search for those few things I have in common so that time can pass a little bit faster.
Well onto my description of Day Four.
Day Four
After successfully reuniting with WW and finding a non-highschooler, Austin, as well as his cousin, the twin of Friday Night Light’s Landry, Dallas, I make plans to meet at my favorite café for lunch.
My always lovely Wing Woman is utterly hung-over, but the sun is shining, replacing all of the Vitamin D we lost over the winter, supplying us with energy.
So again our constant quest to battle boredom begins as we try to make trouble and find stuff to do. We obviously attend the belly-flop contest by the secret route I discovered with Abilene the night before (yes, somehow I abandoned my high school boy toy). Then we wander around, attempting to find the helicopter pad, which apparently is inaccessible to the general public. We, however, only discover this after doing several laps around the ship and entering (and very quickly exiting) several crew-only areas.
After walking approximately five miles we decide, or are forced to participate in a flash mob dance class by Austin and Dallas’ families. This is when I see my own mother, who like pre-teen, scampers away to avoid me. Whatever. (This is the point in which you analyze the relationship between my mother and me and how my lack of attention from my mother is why I constantly need approval from members of the opposite sex)
I meet WW, Dallas and Austin later on in the evening. I finally see Abilene after feeling mountains of guilt for leading on my teenaged puppy. So to redeem myself I invite him to go to the adult scavenger hunt. However, Abilene has found some other age-appropriate friends so he decides to meet with me later and opts out of karaoke.
WW, Dallas, Austin, my bro and I all go to karaoke together. Dallas and Austin’s sisters meet us shortly after. Oftentimes at these types of bars there is a group of drunken soldiers who scream and cheer and ultimately make those awful singers, whose only goal is to make it onto an American Idol montage, feel like they are rocking Madison Square Garden. Yes, we get the whole place to jam to horrible covers of R. Kelly and Styx (when you’re on a boat “come Sail Away” is somehow a favorite).
After reveling in the glories or Motown and the wonders 90’s bubblegum past, I go off to the scavenger hunt, crew in tow. As we enter I scream and dance which causes the activities director to ask me if I have imbibed too much tequila. Haha, I wish. Our team gains a glorious victory (with the aid of my bra and splits, of course). Then we go to the club where the St. Pat’s celebration begins. Some form of a messed-up river dance/Hispanic mash up plays.
Naturally I leave early with Dallas and Austin and we live to fight another day.
Okay, basically this whole series is about friends made while on vacation. Although this isn’t as snarky or even as sweet as some of my legitimate entries I still (obviously) think it’s an important aspect of dating to discuss.
These relationships might sounds simple and a little bit cheesy, but ultimately in these situations you are forced to fight boredom with strangers you randomly meet. Essentially it is the best blind date ever because everybody knows what they are getting into. Even if you have only have little in common, because you are constantly making adventures to fight the boredom, you are constantly creating the shared memories so things are no longer awkward.
This is the attitude I’ve learned to apply to all of my blind date situations. I try to put my best self out there and search for those few things I have in common so that time can pass a little bit faster.
Well onto my description of Day Four.
Day Four
After successfully reuniting with WW and finding a non-highschooler, Austin, as well as his cousin, the twin of Friday Night Light’s Landry, Dallas, I make plans to meet at my favorite café for lunch.
My always lovely Wing Woman is utterly hung-over, but the sun is shining, replacing all of the Vitamin D we lost over the winter, supplying us with energy.
So again our constant quest to battle boredom begins as we try to make trouble and find stuff to do. We obviously attend the belly-flop contest by the secret route I discovered with Abilene the night before (yes, somehow I abandoned my high school boy toy). Then we wander around, attempting to find the helicopter pad, which apparently is inaccessible to the general public. We, however, only discover this after doing several laps around the ship and entering (and very quickly exiting) several crew-only areas.
After walking approximately five miles we decide, or are forced to participate in a flash mob dance class by Austin and Dallas’ families. This is when I see my own mother, who like pre-teen, scampers away to avoid me. Whatever. (This is the point in which you analyze the relationship between my mother and me and how my lack of attention from my mother is why I constantly need approval from members of the opposite sex)
I meet WW, Dallas and Austin later on in the evening. I finally see Abilene after feeling mountains of guilt for leading on my teenaged puppy. So to redeem myself I invite him to go to the adult scavenger hunt. However, Abilene has found some other age-appropriate friends so he decides to meet with me later and opts out of karaoke.
WW, Dallas, Austin, my bro and I all go to karaoke together. Dallas and Austin’s sisters meet us shortly after. Oftentimes at these types of bars there is a group of drunken soldiers who scream and cheer and ultimately make those awful singers, whose only goal is to make it onto an American Idol montage, feel like they are rocking Madison Square Garden. Yes, we get the whole place to jam to horrible covers of R. Kelly and Styx (when you’re on a boat “come Sail Away” is somehow a favorite).
After reveling in the glories or Motown and the wonders 90’s bubblegum past, I go off to the scavenger hunt, crew in tow. As we enter I scream and dance which causes the activities director to ask me if I have imbibed too much tequila. Haha, I wish. Our team gains a glorious victory (with the aid of my bra and splits, of course). Then we go to the club where the St. Pat’s celebration begins. Some form of a messed-up river dance/Hispanic mash up plays.
Naturally I leave early with Dallas and Austin and we live to fight another day.
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