I spend a lot of time in the library. Maybe sometimes too much, but I get alot of work done. Lately this guy has been coming and chatting with me. He is so awkward and loud its rather embarrassing being seen next to him. I tell him to keep his voice low, but it rarely works. He repeats over and over again that this is why he can’t get laid. Well duh buddy and I told him. Which was a bad idea, but not surprising I attracted the creepiest of creepers.
Currently I am in the library and yes I saw him today. Since he knows my name he loves to scream it across the room. So I just sit there with my head in my hands praying that he will just leave. He leaves and two hours comes back with massive amounts of food and leaves a bag next to me. So now I have this gift of food. I hope this is the end for me seeing this guy, but I think its just the beginning. xo kaitlyn
It is not a surprise that I am a huge TPF fan or the Partridge family for those of you who live under a rock. In many of their songs Keith Partridge (David Cassidy) expresses his feels about losing a love and the hope that he will see her again. In high school I would listen to Rainmaker and One Night Stand another classic about a lost love, and was able to look fondly on the memories of person that caught my eye. Daydream that maybe I would see them again and it would be just as magical.
I really believe everyday you pass a person by that could be a great friend or a great lover, even Keith Partridge who seems like a god with his piercing eyes and feathery hair. He is really just as human as the rest of us on his search for love. Enjoy this Partridge Family tune straight of their third album Sound Magazine, and think about the last person that touched your heart even just for a moment.
When someone you love is hurt by something or someone, you have their back. Ya time goes by, but the memory is still there like meatloaf leftovers in a vegetarian household. I am just saying nothing really changes so think with your heart not your crotch.
In the fall I was outside of Tim Hortons with my roommate Ali when this man comes up and says “I think you’re beautiful”. The comment is followed by asking me out for drinks, sadly having one of the creepiest voices I had ever heard, being at least 30, and I don’t give my phone number to strangers. I gave him a fake number. Funny thing is I ended up seeing him on style by jury as a jurer shortly there after.
A couple of weeks ago I was at the jazz festival in Nathan Phillips Square sitting down enjoying a lemonade when a familiar face came up next to me. Before I could react he said “I think you’re beautiful” and yes it was him Mr. Style by Jury. I just look at him in amazement and to switch it up this time I told him I had A boyfriend. That night I told michelle the story and after a couple of questions she realized he had come up to her twice. Being unoriginal he also uses the same line, which is also how we found out he had hit on my roommate Ali who was with me that day at Tim Horton’s when he first approached me.
I now wonder if it ever works for him? Does he ever go out for those drinks with that beautiful girl he meets? By going to the same girl multiple is not going to help his game. Deep down I know its in the name of love, which makes me have hope for him. If I were him I would switch it up by saying something like “do I look familiar because you probably saw me on style by jury”.
Considering this is a blog about searching for love, I’ve decided to write about the thing I dread most: looking for love.
It’s inevitable that every time I catch up with an old friend, talk to family or even talk to someone I haven’t seen in a week they all ask about my love life. While I appreciate the interest, it gets embarrassing always having to answer “stagnant.” I’m a girl who has been afraid of boys since puberty – which is odd considering I have three brothers. This fear is, admittedly, the main reason I answer with a word that should only be applied to water.
Lately, however, I have been training in the art of conversation and confidence. I still haven’t been asked out on any dates, but the fear is starting to slip away.
The other reason I am eternally single is that I just like it that way. Ask anyone who has ever dated me, I am much more into the “me” than the “we.” I like to think that I’m a romantic, but when romance is thrown in my face I giggle and wipe it off. I’m happy having my freedom and I’m fulfilled with the life I lead. I guess it doesn’t give me much incentive to find my “other half.” I don’t want to think that I’m just a half on my own, because I’m not.
Don’t I sound like a delicious drink of stagnant water?
Considering this is a blog about searching for love, I’ve decided to write about the thing I dread most: looking for love.