When Girl Meets Bus–Column 8.23.07
August 23, 2007 at 5:38 AM
To read my In Utah This Week column click here. You know you want to!
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To read my In Utah This Week column click here. You know you want to!
in utah this week was a sponsor for this year’s pride parade. ben, being the good brother he is, walked in the parade with us. after hearing numerous times how cute his dimples were he shut down and hid in the booth. i think he was just mad i got to ride in a car and he had to walk. it pays to wear shoes that are pretty and not at all sensible. comfortable tennis shoes guarantee you’re walking!
in utah this week is the media sponsor for this year’s pride parade. we’re walking in the parade sunday morning. if you’d like to join us please contact joel at jshoemaker@inthisweek.com for details. what do you get out of it? well, you get a freebie shirt and to hang out with us!
click here to read this week’s column.
and if you’re looking for something to do tonight, come to in’s first birthday party! because really, what else is there to do?
I’m single. Did you catch that? Yes, The Yuppie and I are no longer dating. I wish I had a good reason why we aren’t, but I don’t.
Sometimes there just isn’t that connection you desire. I thought it was there at first, but it quickly faded as we settled into a dating routine. He was great on paper—educated, large, um, vocabulary, nice looking and above all had the patience to deal with me. But there was something missing: the belly warmth. You know what I’m talking about, right? That feeling in your stomach only a member of the opposite sex brings, or wood grain alcohol.
I wanted to fall for him. It just didn’t happen. After two months I should have felt a lot more than for him than I did. In the end I just felt anxious. Anxious because I had this amazing guy who seemed to fancy me, and as hard as I tried I just wasn’t there. I didn’t have any feelings to reciprocate.
What I was feeling (or not feeling) inside transferred into my lousy actions. We had plans to meet for drinks after he finished up work last week. Huge mistake! I’m happy The Jazz are doing so well, but I want my downtown back–the downtown where I can find parking. After 20 minutes of searching for a spot I finally gave up and tried paying for a parking space. The parking lot attendant didn’t have change for a $20. What the hell? After a heated discussion (read: me yelling at the attendant) I got pissed and went home. Sending The Yuppie a quick text explaining my patience was shot and we’d have to get drinks on a non-game night. He was less than pleased.
What followed was sort of a whirlwind.
He left all the items I’d had at his house on my doorstep. Ironically I was in the middle of composing an email to him when he sent a text message informing he’d done so. My email was apologetic for my recent behavior and just explained I wasn’t there. (It may seem crummy to email it rather than discuss in person, but I’m better with written words. I always manage to make a mess of a serious conversation, leaving important details out.)
The following morning I received a reply email from The Yuppie. Which left me in tears. He pointed out my flaws. I know I have them, who doesn’t? I just don’t want them pointed out to me. His email also suggested when I wrote this column I title it, “Convenient parking…more important than the Yuppie?” Another sting.
Like the good man he is, he wished me the best and mentioned there were no hard feelings. It needed to happen, I’m just confused. Who broke up with whom?
Since then I’ve been in a funk. Sure it wasn’t the relationship for me, but I still can’t stand the feeling of failure. And here I had yet another failed relationship.
I have yet to rid my apartment of his toothbrush and contact case. I guess I’m in denial that another relationship bit the dust. I can’t help but notice a similar pattern: Sarah dates great guy; Sarah doesn’t keep great guy. Why this happens I’m not sure… I need Prozac, therapy or wine. I think I’ll go with the latter—it’s much cheaper and I’m on a budget.
the yuppie and i were eating dinner last night, when he mentioned the restaurant we were at had in utah this week. i didn’t believe him–call it what you will, but out of habit when i walk into restaurants i look to see if they carry it. arriving i had only noticed a city weekly rack.
he wanted to bet dinner on it, but since i don’t have a real job i declined. walking out i found we were both correct!
last night i was a judge for superstar 2007— a karaoke contest in utah this week is sponsoring.
for the record i know nothing about singing, but i know everything about being snarky! examples of this were my comments:
you must be every masturbating teenage boy’s dream.
i’m straight but even i’d go home with you.
no comment.
and the best snarky comment caitlyn, my partner-in-crime judge, made, “i’ve never heard that song before, and i never want to again!” i loved her for that, because i was thinking the same thing.
it was pretty simple to determine who actually watches american idol, because after their performance they would stand in front of us waiting for mean comments. god bless simon cowell.
as you can imagine things have been rather hectic in my world over the past couple of days. i want to thank everyone for their amazing support. the blog world, i’ve found, is a tight knit community who take care of their own. thank you for all the kind emails and posts. i’ve read them all and am very appreciative.
i forgot to post my column for this week, sorry! you can find it here, it’s a willie nelson tribute. to see photos of the concert go here.
while on the subject, i want to make sure everyone understands i’m not referring to IN utah this week or the SL tribune as my current employer. i write a weekly column for them, but am not a full-time employee on their staff. the magazine and their staff have been very supportive of my blog, in fact that’s how i came to write for them.
