Punch me in the face
if i ever become one of those people who posts on line about how difficult/demanding my graduate school coursework has become.
or just generally if i ever complain about something that i brought on myself.
Punch me in the face
if i ever post online about weight loss or exercise.
Punch me in the face
if i ever become pregnant and proceed to post a photo of my baby bump on line.
each.
week.
and please God, Punch me in the face if i ever, ever,
use the word,
"hubby".
more Pmitf installments to come.
i'm sure.
Thanks for reading,
Myra Lewis
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
Thursday, December 1, 2011
7
i'm not here to lie to you. that's not what this blog is about.
So i'm gonna be honest.
i
was stood up two weeks ago.
you heard me.
Stood.
Up.
There I was.
Standing there.
* * *
i met him online.
and while I'll be honest, I wasn't like over the moon to meet him person, I was willing. I mean, what the hell else was I doing.
And I'll also admit that I was personally very flattered by how eager this person seemed to meet me. And while we weren't a particularly high match percentage wise, i thought i'd be open and give it a shot..
He asked where I wanted to meet.
I chose a place in my neighborhood.
I suggested we meet there at 7.
He said, "Sure!"
Keep in mind that after the aforementioned "Sure!" he and I had no further communication. Because I did not feel that anything further was needed.
So I get to the predetermined neighborhood place at approximately 6:55pm. And while I am of the school of thought that a woman should make a man wait a bit, and sweat a little, I thought that I'd be a nice person and be a bit early.
This is because i know, for a fact, that when you are meeting someone for the first time, if they are even so much as one minute late, you begin to fear that you are being stood up.
7:00pm
he's not here. i'm looking around, i don't see him. i check his profile online just to be certain that i know what he looks like. ok. i'm certain.
someone comes in the door. is that him??
no.
7:06
maybe he doesn't know where this place is. i mean he lives in South city, I live in the Delmar Loop, I don't know where a ton of places are in South city.
bullshit Myra. everyone knows where the Delmar Loop is.
and yeah you do know where a ton of places are in South City.
7:12
i send him the following message online : Hey there it's a little after 7, are you still coming?
keep in mind that i don't have this persons phone number. BUT that he always, ALWAYS responds back to me online within minutes.
no response.
7:22
still not here.
you should also keep in mind that my self-esteem is decreasing by the second. it feels like there is a giant spotlight shining on me, and everyone at this bar can see that i am waiting for someone who isn't coming. and while i know that isn't true.
that's how it feels.
and so i sit there. looking fantastic might i add. in a fuscia sweater (because men like bright colors), and a fabulous scarf. in cute earrings and perfect make-up. because let's face it folks, i know what i'm doing.
and i decide that since i've already waited this long, i'll give him another eight minutes.
7:27
i ask for advice.
the bartender is a young blonde woman. pretty. wearing one of those i'm-a-bartender-tank tops and push up bra. she has a long ponytail.
i look at her and think to myself that she's probably been on a date or two in her life.
and so i wave her over.
"Excuse me, I just wanted to ask your opinion, if you were supposed to meet someone here at 7:00 and it was 7:30 and they hadn't showed up, you would leave?
Right?"
She says, "you mean, like a date?"
I nod.
"Yeah, I would leave" she says, "because. . . 7 is 7."
7:30
I send him the following message: I know we didn't exactly confirm, and for that apologize, but it's 7:30 now so I'm going to head out and maybe we could try this another time.
still no response.
i suppose i could have stayed and had a drink by myself, like the confident and independent person that i am.
but, i had wine at home,
and i was kinda hoping this would be a freebie.
know what i mean?
and while i hate to waste a full face of perfect make up, i went home.
* * *
In my line of work i deal endlessly with people. some of them amazing, some of them ridiculous. and with people comes the endless possibility that they will dissapoint you.
My friend Ashli says, "Get up for the let down."
but also in my line of work we take our learnings very seriously. so that when all else fails, in a meeting, in a campaign, in an election,
you take the learning from it.
so while i was home with the make-up remover i had an interesting thought.
even with all of the let downs that may come along with dating, i still don't wish i was in a relationship. i still don't wish i was living with someone. and i still don't wish that i was married.
and so with that
i suppose i live to date another day.
and i also thought of a very important learning. something the bartender said to me that i will remember for the rest of my romantic life:
7
is indeed,
7.
(of course i'll always secretly hold out hope,
that he's dead)
thanks for reading,
Myra Lewis
So i'm gonna be honest.
i
was stood up two weeks ago.
you heard me.
Stood.
Up.
There I was.
Standing there.
* * *
i met him online.
and while I'll be honest, I wasn't like over the moon to meet him person, I was willing. I mean, what the hell else was I doing.
And I'll also admit that I was personally very flattered by how eager this person seemed to meet me. And while we weren't a particularly high match percentage wise, i thought i'd be open and give it a shot..
He asked where I wanted to meet.
I chose a place in my neighborhood.
I suggested we meet there at 7.
He said, "Sure!"
Keep in mind that after the aforementioned "Sure!" he and I had no further communication. Because I did not feel that anything further was needed.
So I get to the predetermined neighborhood place at approximately 6:55pm. And while I am of the school of thought that a woman should make a man wait a bit, and sweat a little, I thought that I'd be a nice person and be a bit early.
This is because i know, for a fact, that when you are meeting someone for the first time, if they are even so much as one minute late, you begin to fear that you are being stood up.
7:00pm
he's not here. i'm looking around, i don't see him. i check his profile online just to be certain that i know what he looks like. ok. i'm certain.
someone comes in the door. is that him??
no.
7:06
maybe he doesn't know where this place is. i mean he lives in South city, I live in the Delmar Loop, I don't know where a ton of places are in South city.
bullshit Myra. everyone knows where the Delmar Loop is.
and yeah you do know where a ton of places are in South City.
7:12
i send him the following message online : Hey there it's a little after 7, are you still coming?
keep in mind that i don't have this persons phone number. BUT that he always, ALWAYS responds back to me online within minutes.
no response.
7:22
still not here.
you should also keep in mind that my self-esteem is decreasing by the second. it feels like there is a giant spotlight shining on me, and everyone at this bar can see that i am waiting for someone who isn't coming. and while i know that isn't true.
that's how it feels.
and so i sit there. looking fantastic might i add. in a fuscia sweater (because men like bright colors), and a fabulous scarf. in cute earrings and perfect make-up. because let's face it folks, i know what i'm doing.
and i decide that since i've already waited this long, i'll give him another eight minutes.
7:27
i ask for advice.
the bartender is a young blonde woman. pretty. wearing one of those i'm-a-bartender-tank tops and push up bra. she has a long ponytail.
i look at her and think to myself that she's probably been on a date or two in her life.
and so i wave her over.
"Excuse me, I just wanted to ask your opinion, if you were supposed to meet someone here at 7:00 and it was 7:30 and they hadn't showed up, you would leave?
Right?"
She says, "you mean, like a date?"
I nod.
"Yeah, I would leave" she says, "because. . . 7 is 7."
7:30
I send him the following message: I know we didn't exactly confirm, and for that apologize, but it's 7:30 now so I'm going to head out and maybe we could try this another time.
still no response.
i suppose i could have stayed and had a drink by myself, like the confident and independent person that i am.
but, i had wine at home,
and i was kinda hoping this would be a freebie.
know what i mean?
and while i hate to waste a full face of perfect make up, i went home.
* * *
In my line of work i deal endlessly with people. some of them amazing, some of them ridiculous. and with people comes the endless possibility that they will dissapoint you.
My friend Ashli says, "Get up for the let down."
but also in my line of work we take our learnings very seriously. so that when all else fails, in a meeting, in a campaign, in an election,
you take the learning from it.
so while i was home with the make-up remover i had an interesting thought.
even with all of the let downs that may come along with dating, i still don't wish i was in a relationship. i still don't wish i was living with someone. and i still don't wish that i was married.
and so with that
i suppose i live to date another day.
and i also thought of a very important learning. something the bartender said to me that i will remember for the rest of my romantic life:
7
is indeed,
7.
(of course i'll always secretly hold out hope,
that he's dead)
thanks for reading,
Myra Lewis
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