Bon Iver, my love...

This interview is so amazing...I love this man...raw...



Its a little long, but so, so worth it...(PS: thanks for reminding me, Jeans...)

Trees, trees, trees...

I wanted to post the token picture of my Christmas tree, but I also noticed how gorgeous my persimmon and lemon trees were looking this December!  Yummmm...

All the leaves drop away and all that's left are the beautiful orange persimmons!!!

Lemonade anyone???

Pretty...

Men, take note...

I've been dabbling in online dating.  Its been quite the trip.  I'll just say that there are ALL KINDS out there and to each his own.  However, can I just make a few suggestions?

Men, in your online profiles:

• Don't try too hard.  
• Listing MMA as one of your interests attracts maybe .005% of women, and those women don't shave (except their facial hair)
• Posting a picture w/o your shirt on is indeed classified as douchebag worthy.
• A picture with sunglasses on doesn't do you any favors either.
• When the site asks "The most private thing you're willing to admit here", your answer of "well that won't make it private then" is just lame...better off leaving it blank...

Simple.

I'm attaching bits of one of my favorite profiles...neverthemind that this guy is hot.  His profile was equal part cheesy and charming...(I hope he doesn't mind...)

Ladies, agree...swoonworthy?  Or at least kinda cute, right?

My Self-Summary

I spend a lot of my spare time with friends and family. I have a reputation for re-telling stories to the same people, which I think will be a charming quirk when I get older. It’s nearly impossible to offend me, and I find comedy in just about everything.  I have a reputation for re-telling stories to the same people, which I think will be a charming quirk when I get older.

I’m a sucker for affection. If you like me, touch me.

What I’m doing with my life

I figured out in college that I’m a “techie”—good at math, engineering, etc.—who wishes he were a “fuzzy”—good at writing, art, and the like. I was lucky enough to get a job that straddles that line, where the techie me can create software that works, and the fuzzy me has the creative outlet of designing something worth having. Fuzzy me.

The first things people usually notice about me

I did a quick survey. I heard:
1) my eyes (blue, blueish green, or green, depending on, um, whatever you like best),
2) my blip on the gaydar screen (it’s caused trouble),
3) my ass (see #2), and
4) my sweet nature plus the fact that I am kind to animals and a true gem.


My mother was included in this survey.

My favorite books, movies, music, and food

Food deserves its own paragraph. Here you go, Food. This one’s for you. I’ve been thinking about you all day. You look really hot in that miniskirt steak, by the way. Did you change your angel hairstyle? Your scent is fantastic. I’d love to drizzle hot chocolate all over you. I’m getting carried away.

The most private thing I’m willing to admit here

I know pi to 26 places, which has proven useful -2 times. I can also recite the entire script of The Princess Bride, which has proven useful +2 times.

Welcome December...

So, over a few glasses of bourbon ('cuz we're classy like that), my friend Aaron and I were discussing the world of dating.  Aaron is recently married to this saucy, wonderful woman...the man scored.  But, he always has interesting insight into the singles scene.  As I shared with him the ridiculousness that has been my you-can't-be-serious November dating life, he came up with this theory.  November brings all the nutcases out from the woodwork.  The men can smell the desperation in the air of women who shudder to think of spending holidays single.  And in the stress of finding a date to various holiday parties and social gatherings, women drop their standards a bit...a warm body, any one really, will do.  Interesting...

Let's recap my November, shall we?

Did I tell you about Worst-First-Date-Ever guy?  Have I mentioned that since that date, he has called, text'd, and email'd me at least 20 times?  And after finally having to email him to tell him straight up I'm not interested, he still text me again a week later.  

Did I tell you about Perfectly-Happy-Being-Unemployed guy?  Have I mentioned that he's living off his unemployment checks (which he refers to as "free money...cash for doing nothing") and wants to "ride this train" until it runs out?  And I might also mention that after putting in his order, he told the lady at Starbucks that the drinks were on me.  

Did I tell you about Can-I-Ask-You-For-Career-Advice guy?  Have I mentioned that over drinks, after finding out what I do for a living, he went on to tell me how miserable he was at his career, stuck, depressed, and asked me how to make a life change?  And I did consider charging him a consult fee after the date.

Did I tell you about "You're-a-bad-bad-girl" guy?  Have I mentioned that throughout our first conversation he would randomly (and I do mean RANDOMLY) respond to things I said in a weird wanna-be-porn-star voice with "you're a bad, bad girl"?  And I swear to you I was talking about things like work or family or Thanksgiving...or the weather or sports...or healthcare...

What a month.  Needless to say, December could not have come soon enough!

Oh, and hey douchebags, deadbeats, and crazies.  I'm letting you know here and now, I'm ok with being single through the holidays.  So, please crawl back under the rocks from whence you came...

It's NOT what you think...

...I know, I know...I'm supposed to be curbing the spending.  And yes, I'm supposed to be avoiding Gilt Groupe like the plague.  BUT, I just wanted to peek.  And I actually have a nice hefty credit on file from all my invited friends buying stuff (sounds like a pyramid scheme).  SO...

Let me introduce you to my new dresses...bless you Geren Ford...  :)

Kinda loving the ruffle collar on this one...and though you can't tell, its a super cute geometric pattern...

Red silk cowl neck...pretty classic...

I have no guilt whatsoever...my conscience is clean...