July 23, 2010

How do you feel about Narnia?

While revamping the blog I decided that I need to post more writing along with all of the videos and articles that entertain me - I find myself in many (unintentionally) comical situations. Recently, several of these involve boys and my meeting them. My description of the perfect man-friend is tainted by too much Disney and romantic comedy viewing, not to mention my many contradicting interests. Perhaps that is where the ridiculousness begins? Or its just that ridiculousness follows me.

My navigation through "dating" is a bit stumbly. Most of my relationships have been with guys that were either friends or friends of friends so they either knew me or at least had some background info. ie, they had already discovered how endearing my weirdness is. Now, I'm meeting guys who know absolutely nothing about me and marketing myself is no easy task. I am quite weird. Not to mention my conflicting interests are all over the map. I am moving to Georgetown this weekend, went to an extremely preppy school for undergrad and sport the occasional Lilly dress. But I love nerds, particularly hipstery ones, devour books and secretly wish DC was a little more like NYC. My music tastes range from rap to indie to Disney and terrible pop songs. I have the brain of a five year old and love a good cartoon movie but find guy humor hilariousss. I ride horses, which I guess makes me seem like a princess, but actually equates to my spending most of my weekends missing out on sleep and covered in dirt (much more enjoyable than I just made it sound). So perhaps this is why I feel like I make strange first impressions? Then you toss in that I am most likely imbibing delicious cocktails - that is definitely not a good marketing tool for me. It just results in my either dancing (ridiculously and awkwardly) or telling you stories that I find hilarious but get bored part way through relaying and digressing into giggles. 

Let's take this guy that I have recently hung out with a little, for example (I'm fairly sure he doesn't know about this blog but, then again, I often wonder if he is a hacker. So if you are reading this, eh...its probably not the first time I've been awkward. Hopefully you find this humorous?). He is a nerd and a bit hipstery (bonuses) and I generally enjoy his company. But I don't really think he gets me. I suppose it may come off the wrong way when I ask silly questions like, "Are you a gamer?" and "How do you feel about Narnia?" But really, I'm just curious. Bonus points for witty answers. Again, I heart nerds. He looks a little like R Pattz so I may have asked if he was concerned about the sun exposing his sparkling skin when he mentioned a recent beach trip. He didn't seem too amused. I, however, giggled at my cleverness. Perhaps it is weird that I think Chopsticks (my stuffed panda) waving is so hilarious (it really is).  And I get a little text-happy about hanging out - I just get really excited about doing fun things with people when I'm not traveling and actually in the city of D.C. and awake (and I've probably been drinking so I may have lost count the number of texts). So I guess what I'm getting at is, I know it is tough to resist my mad game.

I don't really want to repress my weirdness, as I find it pretty funny. But I'm also not quite ready to accept a life of collecting cats, gaming, and drinking Capri Suns while talking to Chopsticks about books (oh yeah, I like to talk about books when I'm intoxicated, too. Reaaal sexy). I'll keep throwing my moves around and see what happens. And in the meantime I'll keep a look out for some nice cats. Ideally ones that do cool tricks.

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