Websters Dictionary defines Symmetry as:
1: balanced proportions ; also : beauty of form arising from balanced proportions
When you studied geometry in high school, you probably first heard this word. The word lends, in my opinion, to a mathematical origin. How this word became an active word in the dating scene, Ill never know. But I will tell you who knows...
Bad Date #1 THE POLITICIAN WANNABE
It was March 2006. I was fully committed to the reality that I would be purchasing a home.
My real estate agent connected me with a lender. I did my homework, reputable company and he was well versed in the biz. He and I worked out the mortgage details and through the several conversations we had Ill admit there was a little spark...some witty banter. Enough to get my attention.
After the business deal was done, he asked me out. I was a bit surprised that he did not preface the invite, with something like...now I know I probably shouldn't, or...please dont think this is weird...or something along the lines of suggesting he wouldnt want to take advantage of our "chance" meeting through a business transaction, but I thought Id give him the benefit of the doubt.
Fast forward to the evening of the first date. The evening of the date, I was feeling good. He and I were planning on meeting for some appetizers and a drink and at local small venue. A place I secure as my "first date" location because its my neighborhood place and the bartender will pretend like he doesn't know me...and watch out for me! Yes girls, you know what Im talking about.
So, I walk into the restaurant and I see a guy sitting at the bar by himself, his back to me, I quickly start to size him up and think...oh shit...and then he turns. My bartender friend makes eye contact with me as the guy turns to me and I can tell by the horror on his face that this is not going to be good. He steps up from the bar chair and yells "Oh my God, you are absolutely gorgeous". What, I don't even know you?
Mind you this is a small quaint place. Quiet. He grabs my hands and continues to size me up and down, making sure to stop just about tit height and taking a few extra seconds to get a good look. What...creep?
My hands went limp in his and I was like..."Oh, well gosh thanks. I dont think the people on the other side of the restaurant heard you." He totally missed the joke and that fact that he completely embarrassed me (mental note, he doesnt listen) and then he proceeds to say...
"Your face is so symmetrical". What?
The events following that statement included conversation about his ex wife, his most recent girlfriend and his amazing career that has allowed him to make tons of money. What...this is a first date right? Then it really took a bad turn, he was talking about how difficult his divorce was and began to cry at the bar.
Top the evening off with him walking me out of the restaurant to my car, and telling me he is using his body to shield me from reporters that he suspects are following him because he is looking to become a politician. What?
How it ended...I thanked him for his time. Told him I appreciated his help with my mortgage, but told him our professional relationship was the extent I was willing to go.
His response..."No please dont tell me that. Ive had a great time tonight...and your face, its just so symmetrical".
What? What does that even mean?
Sunday, November 30
A Week Of Bad Dates
As the dawn breaks on a new day and a new week, I find inspiration for my new blog this week in humor.
Each day this week, I will post a blog entry detailing the events of 5...yes count them, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 bad dates (suddenly Im thinking of Sesame Street and the Count).
The names and places of these events will be changed to protect the idiotic.
I share these stories with you as a tribute to single women who, like me, continue to "put themselves out there", amidst the moronic, egotistical, oblivious and tasteless men who have the audacity to date when they have failed to mature beyond their adolescent years.
To my guy friends who do have something to offer including RB, JS, DC, JC, JB and BG you can vowge for me. I certainly do not want to get a reputation for being a man hater!
Come on ladies, tell me about your bad date.
Each day this week, I will post a blog entry detailing the events of 5...yes count them, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 bad dates (suddenly Im thinking of Sesame Street and the Count).
The names and places of these events will be changed to protect the idiotic.
I share these stories with you as a tribute to single women who, like me, continue to "put themselves out there", amidst the moronic, egotistical, oblivious and tasteless men who have the audacity to date when they have failed to mature beyond their adolescent years.
To my guy friends who do have something to offer including RB, JS, DC, JC, JB and BG you can vowge for me. I certainly do not want to get a reputation for being a man hater!
Come on ladies, tell me about your bad date.
Creating My Personal Space
I bought a home a year and a half ago. What a liberating experience for a single woman. I promised myself that no matter what life served me, I would find a place to call "home" by the time I was thirty. My twenties served me my fair share of bullshit, and at 29 I realized it was time to come home to Cleveland and make good on my personal promise. So it begun, the search for a canvas that I could paint and call home.
My home is small, three bedroom / two bath...no basement. Its a ranch with vaulted ceilings and an open floor plan. Luckily I am situated on a horseshoe street, and I pride myself on the fact that for a mere $100 a month, I do not have to mow, mulch, shovel, plow, water...I dont have to do anything to the landspace. I often wonder how soon it will be that Ill be looking for acreage.
I lived in my home for several months just taking it in. I slept on a mattress that was placed on the floor and took very little furniture or belongings from my past. Id like to try to be elegant and say I feng shui'd...but it was more like a complete overhaul. When I opened that storage unit that I crammed every personal belonging of mine that I couldn't fit into my one of eleven different living spaces through my twenties, I sighed out loud. How overwhelming. My entire past was staring at me. No way...so I loaded a truck and threw all the shit away.
After several months of appreciating my new "minimalist" approach, I started to find my inspiration for the place. I chose to take natural landspaces and incorporate them into the different rooms. I wanted my home to be a subtle representation of traveling through different landspaces.
The dining area, the family room and the kitchen are all open and accessible to each other. They are positioned in a triangle in relationship to each other...much like the ideal kitchen floor plan for appliances.
My home is decorated and furnished in neutral tones. I started with creams, beiges, light greens and have slowly incorporated blues...and will eventually incorporate yellow and terra cotta.
I think of my home as a journey through landspaces.
The family area is "beachy".
The dining area represents the sea.
My bedroom represents a mountain retreat.
The kitchen represents the desert.
Welcome to my blog, Simple Sophistication.
I introduce you to my blog by telling you of my journey in developing my personal space, as a representation of my committment to myself at 30 years old that I was going to take a simple approach to my life decisions...a reason well substantiated after endless bad decisions.
My home is small, three bedroom / two bath...no basement. Its a ranch with vaulted ceilings and an open floor plan. Luckily I am situated on a horseshoe street, and I pride myself on the fact that for a mere $100 a month, I do not have to mow, mulch, shovel, plow, water...I dont have to do anything to the landspace. I often wonder how soon it will be that Ill be looking for acreage.
I lived in my home for several months just taking it in. I slept on a mattress that was placed on the floor and took very little furniture or belongings from my past. Id like to try to be elegant and say I feng shui'd...but it was more like a complete overhaul. When I opened that storage unit that I crammed every personal belonging of mine that I couldn't fit into my one of eleven different living spaces through my twenties, I sighed out loud. How overwhelming. My entire past was staring at me. No way...so I loaded a truck and threw all the shit away.
After several months of appreciating my new "minimalist" approach, I started to find my inspiration for the place. I chose to take natural landspaces and incorporate them into the different rooms. I wanted my home to be a subtle representation of traveling through different landspaces.
The dining area, the family room and the kitchen are all open and accessible to each other. They are positioned in a triangle in relationship to each other...much like the ideal kitchen floor plan for appliances.
My home is decorated and furnished in neutral tones. I started with creams, beiges, light greens and have slowly incorporated blues...and will eventually incorporate yellow and terra cotta.
I think of my home as a journey through landspaces.
The family area is "beachy".
The dining area represents the sea.
My bedroom represents a mountain retreat.
The kitchen represents the desert.
Welcome to my blog, Simple Sophistication.
I introduce you to my blog by telling you of my journey in developing my personal space, as a representation of my committment to myself at 30 years old that I was going to take a simple approach to my life decisions...a reason well substantiated after endless bad decisions.
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