I Love, Love.

Valentines Day has always been a thorn in my side. Even when I was young. I always thought it to be ridiculous that a day on the calendar says you must express your love for whomever that day.

Some might say it’s not that different from Christmas. It’s a day in the year that says you have to do this. But that’s a blog for another day.

I love, love. I love everything that has to do with it. I long to be a wife, just so I can have a balance of give and take. I love having special inside stories and jokes, and the little things that make love great. Of course I do not have to be married to have any of that, although an exclusive relationship will do just fine.

It’s the heating a towel in the dryer and hugging me when I get out of the bath when I’m sick. It’s sitting in the bathroom with me rubbing my lower back when the IBS/Crohns episodes come. Love is playing with my hair, and touching my leg or arm when we’re watching TV, but not wrapped up like pretzels. The unspoken communication.

Of course this is a two way street. I’ve bought porn and hired a stripper for a b/f’s 25th B-Day. Invited all the guys from his hockey team and took the hockey g/f’s out for drinks and dinner, so they would never be any the wiser while the boys enjoyed a guys night. Hosted by yours truly, the best girlfriend ever!

However, when it comes to celebrating Valentines Day, well, I just rather not. I’m not one for big gestures. Take me for beer and wings, and I’m a happy camper. However if you want to do something a little bigger, do it on a different day. A “just because”. Those I’m a huge fan of. As much of a hopeless romantic I am, I’m not overly romantic. Well not the forced kind anyway. Most guys get off easy while dating me. I’m not a huge fan of PDA’s.  But in private, I’m the biggest cuddle slut there ever was. That of course, is how I like things when I’m part of a couple.

Single-hood and Valentines Day. Surprisingly I’m not all that bitter about it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m bitter, just not about being single and VD. Lol no not the venereal disease. You wienies. I’m happy for others when they find all that and more.

What I don’t care for, are those in-your-face-sappy people that I just want to kick, when they thrust upon me their unsolicited input. “Don’t worry, you’ll find the right man to treat you this way." Great. Yes I want a man, but I don’t want all the sap. No poems, gifts, over sappy compliments.

I’m Okie dokie with not being overly affectionate with my spouse spilling all over each other in public like I’m trying to prove something. If it works for you, great, but keep it to yourself. I don’t like feeling like a third wheel or uncomfortable on a bus while you two make out.. just sayin.

What I do hate about V-Day is the hype. All the hallmark stuff that the media seems to want to instill into our brains that us women [as a target] are less of a being if we do not have someone to shower us with things! Grrrrrr.

How do men get off the hook so easy? Why are they not targets? Why do women not have to do any big ta-da’s for men? Maybe we do, like wearing something slutt-ish in the bedroom, spicing it up for our men. Wait, isn’t that a just a random Tuesday night when you great him at the door, beer in hand, in your French maid outfit? Meh, maybe that’s just me. ;-)

I find some of the most romantic things between two people, just happen. It’s not forced.

You could be running errands together and get into a food fight in the farmers market at Granville Island, and promptly get kicked out. Drinking beer from the microbrewery and decide to take the water taxi’s everywhere, just because you can. Get into a leaf fight after rolling down some semi-wet hill on the seawall like little kids.

Random is romantic.

Being single, again for this time of year, isn’t that bad. I’ll get together with girl/boy friends and hit the bar. See some live music, enjoy their company and smile at those who are in glorious bliss having a special someone in their lives, as I watch in my own blissfulness with those who are special to me.

I will continue to never let anyone feel less special or loved cos they do not have a spouse as per the evil media would suggest. And with that, one day, someone will naturally fit into my life.

I love love.

How to Break Up With......Anyone

I"m currently having a giggle over my coffee reading I Hate The Way You Eat Cereal.

It's a blog written by 3 women and some guest writers about their trial and errors in the dating world.
The Do's, The Don't's and the Oh No He Didn't!?

This particular entry made me think a little about how I've broken up with people and how I've been dumped and wondered if Silent Scorpion's - How To Break Up With Me is accurate?

Give her blog a lookie loo and let me know your input. Or better yet, let her know your input.

Happy Reading my lovely Stalkers. xo

Cheating.....Or is it? You decide.

Oh Men, how I wish I could give you a brain.
One with enough blood supply to work the brains above and below your shoulders simultaneously.

I have been chatting it up on msn with a guy I use to date.
Of course our conversations lead to the naughty variety. ;)
This has been going on for a while on/off when we're both single... so I thought. (It was implied we were both single)

I learned that he is indeed NOT SINGLE, but dating exclusively since April.
Okay, now we have a problem.

I mentioned to him that he's cheating on his g/f and I could not condone further conversations of this nature whilst he's dating exclusively. Cheater.

His reply was this:
"It's not cheating if it's not in person".

YES IT IS!!!!  There are different types of cheating, and having naughty conversations with an ex who lives only minutes away is cheating. 
Of course I asked how he'd feel if he found out his g/f was doing the same?

Men are weird.
His reply: "I'd be cool with that as long as she came to me when she was all worked up.
Would it be acceptable if I didn't know you in real life?"

NO IT WOULDN'T!
He went on to say I was "no fun". Well friggin booooooooohoooooooooooo for you.
Do unto others, what goes around comes around etc, pick your phrase, doesn't matter.
Karma is coming for you.

I think I've lost complete faith in men all together and their ability to not cheat.
And men wonder why women have trust issues.

Another question has just popped into mind. Are men under the influence that until they put a ring on our finger that they are free to behave like this? 
He claims he's really into this girl, but then does this? How many other women is he "chatting" with?

Regardless this past conversation took him out of the running of ever being boyfriend material again. Ever.

I'm starting to think those little old ladies who live alone and collect cats are not as crazy as we think.
Maybe they just figured this out sooner and chose not to belittle their self respect and dignity with being invovled with cheaters.

I'm going to start embracing single hood, cos it looks like I'm going to be here awhile.

New Love Coach - Elizabeth Singleton - Introduction.Part 1

A girlfriend back east has always had amazing advice when it comes to the matter of the heart.
She has no problem being boldly honest and yet still supportive regardless what my decisions may be.

We've been discussing my latest heartache saga, she put forth her opinion, offering no solutions, and although her words are hard to hear, may even sting a little, however once again she is right. (Are you ever going to get tired of hearing that?)

It dawned on me, that she is in the wrong profession, and should be employed as my love coach.
Payment of course will consist of gushy loving emails praising her, and maybe small priceless gifts by mail. :)

We haven't worked out all the details of our agreement, I'm sure it will be pretty flexiable, since we're a few provinces away from each other, she can not physically smack me when I do something stupid.
I'll keep her abreast of new situations, men, dates, and be seeking her input before I act on my own accord with my shoot from the hip habits.

All this will gradually allow me to cross a few more things of my 40 before 40 list. :)

Welcome Elizabeth Singleton to my blog.
Keep your eyes peeled for her own entries as a guest blogger from time to time, just to keep things interesting.