Marriage Stalkers v. Dating Tiger Moms

If you know anything about me you know that I hate desperation when it comes to dating/marriage. I hate how some people make it seem like life isn’t worth living if you aren’t married by the time you are 25 years old. I agree that marriage is important and I do hope to get married some day, but I just don’t think anybody should feel like life is worthless for somebody who isn’t. After all, aren’t their other important things in life as well?

I was talking to my mom about setting somebody she knows up with one of my guy friends when all the sudden a new theory hit me. If you are familiar with any of my other theories you will know that I am always spot on when it comes to these things. And although I don’t get founded thousands of dollars to research my theories, if I did they all would be proven correct.

My new theory is that Marriage Stalkers (AKA a girl or guy who is obsessed with finding a mate, who often feels life isn’t worth living because she/he is “old” and not yet married) are a result of Dating Tiger Mom’s (AKA mothers who are desperately obsessed with the love life of their adult children). If these mothers would back off and stop making their kids feel like something is wrong with them because they aren’t married these Marriage Stalkers wouldn’t feel like miserable, worthless, old, single losers.

I know Dating Tiger Moms who stay up late just to call and get all the juicy details of their adult child’s dates, in hopes that this person is “the one” to save their child from a life of misery as a single person. Other DTM’s, as I like to call them, will ask their child to text pictures of themselves every day so she make sure they look good in case they happen to run into that one special person. These mom’s will also try to set their child up at every chance they get and constantly complaining to their friends about the fact that their child isn’t married yet.

To these moms I say GET A LIFE!!! Maybe if you would back off and stop making your child so hopelessly desperate they would be able to relax and live a happy life, and everybody knows relaxed happy people are much more attractive!!

Lessons I learned after moving to Utah

1. Always look through the peep-hole before answering the door. I live in a large very social apartment complex. Although everybody is really nice, some are higher on the creepy scale. If you just yell to come in or answer the door without knowing who it is you might get stuck entertaining a creeper until somebody can come save you.

2. The difference between a coat and a jacket. When I first moved here I said I needed to buy a warm jacket for when it gets cold. Every time I would talk to somebody about it they would say, “yes, and you’ll need a warm coat too.” I would always think, Duh that’s what I just said, until I was talking to my mom one night and she told me their is a difference between a coat and a jacket. I thought these crazy Utah people just liked to repeat things I just said.

3. What an ice scrapper is. I knew that when it gets super cold at night you have a little ice on your windshield in the morning. What I didn’t know is that you have to scrape 3 inches of ice off your windshield every time you need to go somewhere.

The first time I saw an ice scraper one was sitting on the seat in my roommate’s car. I asked her what the heck that weird looking thing was and she laughed thinking I was kidding. That night she went to the store and bought me one. 2 days later I scraped the ice off my window for the first time and I have almost every day since. I drive my grandma’s old car. Every morning while scraping the window I think of her in heaven yelling, “I moved my family to San Diego so you would never have to do that! What the heck were you thinking? Drive my car back home, NOW!!”

4. Dating is a sport. I always heard that dating in Utah was different from the rest of the country but I didn’t really understand how crazy it could be until I moved and was thrust into the dating seen. I personally don’t like to play the dating game so things for me have been a little different. Here is an example of a text conversation I had with a guy who asked me about a million times when we were going to hang out/party but never actually asked me out.

Guy: Hey, how is your day going? When are we going to party?
Me: It’s going great, thanks for asking! And we are never going to party.
Guy: Oh, ok… Glad your day is going great. Sorry I bothered you.
Me: You want to know why we aren’t ever going to “party”?
Guy: Yes, please
Me: Because you have asked me that a million times but never once invited me to do anything, so I’m pretty sure you never will.
Guy: WOW! You tell things how they are don’t you. I didn’t expect that. But I like it, you got spunk.
Me: HAHA, thanks!
Guy: So… Friday night will you go on a date with me? Dinner and something fun. I’m not sure what yet but I’ll call you tomorrow and let you know because I can tell you are the kind of girl who will call me out if I don’t.
Me: (Thinking to myself: DANG!! I didn’t think that through did I? I kinda have to go now, don’t I?) Oh, I don’t know what to say, you caught me so off guard ;)
Guy: Is that your way of calling me out for asking you out over a text message?
Me: HA! I didn’t even think about that.
Guy: So you’ll go out on a date with me? Or do I have to beg?
Me: You begging… that does sound fun. Maybe we’ll save that for another time though.
Guy: I’ll pick you up at 6?
Me: Make it 6:30.
Guy: Is that you way of being in control?
Me: ;)
Guy: NO I’ll pick you up at 6!!
Me: HAHA! K, now you have spunk.

Side note: we ended up becoming really good friends and now whenever he wants to do something he just calls and says, "Hey lets go..."

5. Dating ruins friendships. I learned years ago that when you hook 2 of your best friends up your friendship with one of those people will never be the same. I learned recently, that sometimes 2 of your best friends meet, hook themselves up and your friendship is never the same again. Either way it’s a bummer, try to avoid it.

6. To be continued! This thing is long enough.

Another one of my little rants

Maybe I’m weird but when I’m not good at something and I know it doesn’t bother me. Take sports for example; I suck at sports. Why? Because I have never really cared to play and try to get better. When something comes up where I have to play I mess around and try to get out as quickly as I can. I don’t understand why in the world anybody would throw themselves on the ground diving for a ball that is made to hit the ground. It’s just not my style and I don’t care to try. I’m not a sporty girl, never have been and never will be!

Anyway, tonight my friends decided to go bowling. I suck at bowling. I have only gone a few times and when I have I had the attitude that I do about sports, have a little fun just messing around and try to find a way out of playing. Who really cares right? It’s just a stupid game and the whole point is to go out with your friends and have fun. While we were out we also played pool, another game I don’t care for and one I have never been taught how to play.

Maybe I should have put a little more effort in the games but honestly I rather just chill with my friends than play, so I didn’t really try and I sucked. Of course everybody was making fun of me and I played it up big time and laughed at how bad I was. No big deal, we are all just out having fun together, right? Or so I thought…

Somewhere along the way I guess somebody got annoyed and didn’t like my attitude so the jokes started to get a little personal. I didn’t let that bother me and just kept having fun. After all they were the ones who were making me play; I just assume sit and watch. In response to the mean remarks I laughed and said, “hey next time we go do something I’m good at.” One of my “friends” replied back with. “And what would that be…. A Beauty Pageant?” and then they all started laughing about how I'm only good at “being pretty”.

I should take this as a compliment because they did call me “pretty” but my feelings are kinda hurt. Yes, I’m not good at any sports, bowling, pool, singing, video games or any of those kinds of things, but I am good at other stuff. I guess the things I’m good at just aren’t the type of things friends go out and do every night for fun. I never had a problem with it and I didn't think it was a big deal. But now my feelings are hurt and that just sucks more than me trying to play sports :(

Life lessons from a teacher part 1

It’s been a while since I have bloged but that is because I have had so much going on. I am officially a teacher now! I even got a job! Crazy I know!! It’s like I’m a real adult or something.

I have been thinking about rejoining the blog world for a few weeks now but haven’t really felt inspired to write anything. My mom kept on saying I needed to talk about all the funny things that happen to me every day at school, but after a long day of teaching I don’t really feel like writing about my long day of teaching. Tonight I called to tell her this story and she laughed her tail off. So I decided that I could share it, even if I didn’t think it was that funny. But hey, I’m back and maybe I’ll start posting more again.

So tonight my roommate’s date came to pick her up. She likes to play with her dates a little and make them wait, so as usual I answered the door and let the guy in. I always feel awkward just leaving them alone in the living room so I try to make a friendly conversation. I asked him what they were doing on their date. He said they were going up to Park City. I was a little surprised considering a huge storm is rolling in and the 45 minute drive to Park City easily turns into a 4 hour drive and how in the world was he going to put chains on his tires in the shorts and hoodie he was wearing. I made a little joke about the cold in which he replied, “Let me teach you a thing or two about science…”

After he was done with his little speech about “science” he was nice enough to stop and ask if I understood (stopping and checking for understanding, the number one thing they teach you as an education major! How nice of him!!). In which I replied with a smile, “Yes, I did know that. I taught it to my kindergarteners last year. Did you know that happens because…” He left in a hurry without the prideful grin he had just seconds before, so I’m pretty sure he didn’t appreciate my little remark.

Lesson for next the next guy: If you are going to try and sound smart, at least make it on the high school level. :)

Pic of me and my roommate :)