Douchebag of the Week

Douchebag of the Week

The Belton Belle really has the most interesting stories from the dating battlefield.

Just as a reminder, she dated the guy who dumped her via voicemail while she was boarding a plane to go visit him.

Yeah.

So, once again, the Belton Belle has met a douchebag. She met this guy online and they hit it off, finding lots to talk about and laugh about and enjoying conversation. He lived far away, but they finally met and continued enjoying each other. He moved closer and they spent more time together and it was great. There were a couple of sore spots of sorts that made the Belton Belle hesitant to get into anything too serious with X-Man, but overall, things were good.

Then one day the Belton Belle and X-Man started talking about political views. She shared some of her thoughts and he disagreed. The conversation went something like this:

BB: “I voted for Presidential Candidate A.”

X-Man: “That’s interesting. Tell me more about that. Which of the candidate’s programs or principles did you most identify with?”

BB: “Thanks for asking. I appreciate the candidate’s prioritization of blah blah blah. What do you think of those issues?”

Oh wait. For a second there I thought I was writing about mature, educated people who know how to have an interesting conversation, sharing varying points of view. My bad.

This post is titled Douchebag of the Week because the conversation went more like this:

BB: “I voted for Presidential Candidate A.”

X-Man: “That’s interesting. It’s white girls like you who are ruining this country. In fact, I think the US signed its death certificate when we gave women the right to vote. You women just don’t know your role. You’ve been brainwashed by Hollywood and academia and think that you have rights and stuff. If you crazy feminist nut jobs would stop trying to be like men, we wouldn’t have this problem.”

Blink. Blink.

First of all, what the heck kind of rant is that? Second of all, anyone who’s referred to as “The Belton Belle” is clearly not a feminist nut job. Quite the opposite actually.

Seems to be that X-Man is the nut job here. And also, the douchebag.

Here’s to you, Belton Belle and your classy way of dealing with the douchebag. Bless your heart, you dealt with his nonsense and resisted the urge to trash him all over the internet. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of that for you.

It's a hard-knock life

So The Tad has been trying online dating.

And once again:
http://www.thetad.com/theblog/?p=463

OD Update

I gotta say. Not very impressed with online dating so far.

All the guys on Match.com look like total dudes.

eHarmony has a whole big process thing. I have enough paperwork and red tape at work; I don't need that in my dating life.

I googled "online dating for nerds" and found another site to sign up for. We'll see if that's any better.

The good news is, there are tons of free online dating sites. I might sign up for a few. You know, for comparison. If nothing else, it's good content for the book. Stay tuned.

Air Freshener for My Life

I've kinda been in a funk lately. Just a general discontentment. Multiple factors contributed to this malaise: general post-holiday blues, I still think about a guy who's no longer in my life, I'm broke, my clothes are lame, first Christmas without my aunt, I'm broke, anniversary of my brother's death, a rug that won't stay clean, weird stuff at work and a couple of other things.

The funk has been manifesting in weird ways. Like not grocery shopping and eating stupid meals (seriously...Cheetos dipped in queso?). And sleeping on the loveseat. And crying at work. And panic attacks. And bad hair.

But the funk stops here.

A few days ago, I started pinpointing some of sources of the funk and doing what I can to fix it. I talked to some people at work to help deal with the weird stuff and that's getting much better (no more crying at my desk! yay!). I went to the grocery store and bought normal stuff like lettuce and bread and milk (and wine and lean cuisine, of course). I bought a vacuum to help keep the rug clean.

And now, to really get rid of the funk, I think I need to mix things up. So I'm training for a 5K and doing online dating. Yes, I said online dating.

When I mentioned this to some friends, Fritha's boyfriend (Conan), suggested I sign up for multiple dating sites and chronicle my experiences. You know, like on a blog or something. (can you guess what's coming next??)

So I've signed up for online dating. On multiple sites. Stories soon to come. Maybe I'll get a book deal out of this some day. Or MAYBE I'll meet a nice guy who's not a pansy. It's a win-win.