the code

today, we're going to talk about the universal code of ethics that ought to be understood and practiced by all women.  this code is critical in maintaining the respect for and of other women, particularly your friends.

karma is a bitch.  so, thou ought not be one.  right?

throughout my female experience i have been witness to many a crime against the code.  and it's never pretty.  although unspoken, there are certain rules which all ladies should live by, and be prepared to suffer for if they choose to break them.

don't put your friend(s) in the situation where she has to say, "back off, bi$%#."  "hands-off" should be self-explanatory in the world of female loyalty.  make smart decisions.  and continue reading...


i've decided to write down a smattering of examples which should provide a decent outline as to the mandates of the code.  after polling several of my wise lady friends, we came up with the following list of "thou shalt not" and "thou shalt", all with the caveat: if your friend has been asked permission and granted it, your window of opportunity has opened and you are welcome to disregard the code in that instance.

...i'm betting the above caveat scenario doesn't happen often.  just putting it out there.  good luck.

and now, without further ado -

the code
established: the beginning of time
termination of contract: the end of time
applies to: all vagina-bearing beings and all those who choose to live a life of femininity

THOU SHALT NOT...

  • kiss or have sex with a man with whom your friend has or would like to sleep with/date
  • talk shit about your friend to men with whom your friend has or would like to sleep with/date
  • sleep with the father of your friend
  • "make eyes" with a man with whom your friend has or would like to sleep with/date
  • conceal from your friend facts about spending time with her ex
  • occupy the lap space of a man with whom your friend is involved
  • flaunt your breasts with the intention of capturing the attention of your friend's lover
  • deny that while all may be fair in love and war, pursuing a relationship - friendly or otherwise - with a girlfriend's ex does hurt her
  • spend a significant amount of time with a friend's ex (particularly after they just broke up)
  • delight in a friend's misfortune just because it boosts your ego temporarily
  •  partake in the receiving or giving of back rubs with the ex of your friend
  • post cute photos on facebook of yourself and the ex of your friend
  • send a congratulatory message to the ex of a friend to celebrate the breakup
  • tell the ex of your friend that said friend is having a hard time post-breakup
  • tell your friend that her ex is looking great
  • tell your friend that the new girlfriend of her ex is beautiful and/or awesome
  • become close friends with the new girlfriend of existing friend's ex - conflict of interest
  • alert the love interest of a friend that your friend is potentially behaving inappropriately - leave it to her
  • allow your friend to puke in public, especially in front of an ex (take her to the bathroom)
  • tell your friend how to handle an ex unless explicitly asked to do so
  • date a friend's ex immediately following their breakup especially when said friend is a trusted confidant/shoulder to cry on during the breakup process.
    • if you shall choose to engage in inappropriate behaviors with the friend's ex, it is 100% acceptable to consider that friendship null and void.  the then ex-friend is additionally allowed to devise creative nicknames such as "slore" (aka, slut-whore) and shout them when walking by your house. 


THOU SHALL...

  • be forgiving of spirit and acknowledge the complexity of pre-existing friendships, friendships formed during your relationship, needs, and that everyone makes mistakes
  • speak openly and honestly with your friend about missteps, challenges, motivations and hopes
  • recognize that you can't start the next chapter of your life if you keep re-reading your last one
  • acknowledge that the greatest risk of loyalty is deceit
  • analyze your motivation and consider the feelings of others before acting on impulse regarding the object of another woman's affection
  • come up with creative names for ex boyfriends of your friend and the replacement girlfriends
  • assure your friend that there was a reason for the breakup in the first place
  • make sure your friend looks sexy before going out on dates
  • google stalk the men your friend plans to date in order to ensure her safety and sanity
  • keep the secrets of your friend to yourself
  • buy your friend wine, beer and spirits as needed on hard days
  • provide quality hugs in any and all instances required or welcome
  • make your friend aware if you think her current man is inappropriate for her - gently
  • respect the fact that you will never fully understand everything that went on or goes on in the relationship of your friend
  • purchase for or offer to accompany your friend if she needs a pregnancy test or plan B
  • tell the truth if you think your friend is behaving in a bat-shit-crazy manner
  • love your friend - and tell her so


keep 'em coming!  let me know what we missed, and always, always, follow the code.



christmas brains

so, it's christmas time and naturally the season has had me pondering intelligence.

....i know.  not quite sure where this sprang from, but i'm pondering it regardless.

what i find most interesting is how the way in which people try to portray themselves intellectually actually compares with their true intellectual prowess.  i know of some folks who are extremely intelligent; yet, if you were to meet them in the grocery store, you may think they were only slightly above average.

let's use my favorite "if i were to meet [whomever] in the grocery store."  what would a stranger think upon just meeting a person while wandering a generic public space.  put yourself in that mindset, and ponder what folks might think of you or your colleagues, loved ones, etc.  how far off would they be?

i have a friend who is a medical physicist.  a super smart guy. he chooses not to use "big words" (higher-level vocabulary) because he's just fine communicating in every-man english.  he is, in fact, incredibly intelligent - he just doesn't feel the need to promote that fact.

i know of other folks who, while moderately intellectual, regularly employ vocabulary and references which might lead one to believe they are much more brilliant than they, in fact, are.  they're trying to pump up their image as an intellect (and they're probably intensely aware of this fact).

honestly - i don't know that you can figure most people out...and i don't know that you can determine a level of intelligence simply from the career path someone chooses, either.  some folks of extremely high intelligence have a lower level of ambition (or financial desires) and choose to spend their time in a more relaxing, less taxing environment.  other folks of mediocre intelligence work their asses off in order to earn a high-status position.  you never really know until you know them.  really well.

i also wonder whether or not intelligence is something you're born with, or something that can be learned.  i did some research, and found claims to support both.  perhaps it's a combination of the two.  you're born with a predisposition for intelligence, and your drive/determination/opportunity to grow determines your adult level of intellect.  perhaps.

taking the above thoughts, i then turn it on myself and try to figure out: what would someone think of me if they were to meet me for the first time wandering in the grocery store, and how did i get here?

i was talking to my boyfriend over the weekend after having read an article on the "gifted and talented" programs that k-12 schools use in order to determine which adolescents are the "chosen ones" for accelerated classes.  in my early days, i was one of those kids.  one of those pegged as "gifted" and "bright", fortunate to be plopped into the higher-level coursework that pushed me ahead of the pack back then.  i was considered highly intelligent.  i felt highly intelligent.  for a pre-teen.

and then things just started to slow.  my accelerated rate of growth started to taper off and lead me to where i am today (in my opinion): above average, but by no means gifted to a significantly higher degree than others.  moderately intelligent.  not a super intellect.

these days, i feel like i gain one new piece of knowledge, and one old piece of knowledge falls out of my ear. visualize that.  i do.  i have reached my mental saturation point and, in order to maintain equilibrium, must balance new knowledge with the old.

i imagine, if i were to be walking in the grocery store, folks would see my intelligence level as it is - decent, but no sparkling mind.  i'm sure there are also moments i'm judged for having sub-par smarts as well!  like, when i lose my keys or am unable to form words coherently.  or when i try to merge into the right hand lane only to be honked at by the bmw that was immediately beside me (yeah, that happened less than 12 hours ago...).

and i wonder - what happened?  was i destined for a steep early learning curve and a high-school plateau of intelligence, or did i just stop trying?  am i assessing myself correctly, or are there areas of intellect which have developed and gone unnoticed?

(pretty sure i'm just middle of the road.  just posing questions so that you can contemplate this about yourself.)

i found an article breaking down intelligence in a way i had never before seen.  i have provided it below, along with notes as they relate to my vision of myself.

my question for you: how do you rate in the below areas (in your opinion), and do you think that the mind has a capacity that, once reached, just tapers off?

here's a bit from the article that i find most interesting:


Cattell-Horn-Carroll theory

Many of the broad, recent IQ tests have been greatly influenced by the Cattell-Horn-Carroll theory. It is argued to reflect much of what is known about intelligence from research. A hierarchy of factors is used. g is at the top. Under it there are 10 broad abilities that in turn are subdivided into 70 narrow abilities. The broad abilities are:[24]
(Let's do a rating system...1 being pretty shitty, and 10 being effing excellent)
  • Fluid Intelligence (Gf): includes the broad ability to reason, form concepts, and solve problems using unfamiliar information or novel procedures. (i'd give myself a 6)
  • Crystallized Intelligence (Gc): includes the breadth and depth of a person's acquired knowledge, the ability to communicate one's knowledge, and the ability to reason using previously learned experiences or procedures. (i'd give myself a 4 - i swear, things fall out of my ears)
  • Quantitative Reasoning (Gq): the ability to comprehend quantitative concepts and relationships and to manipulate numerical symbols. (solid 3 in this category...not my best area)
  • Reading & Writing Ability (Grw): includes basic reading and writing skills. (i'd give myself an 8)
  • Short-Term Memory (Gsm): is the ability to apprehend and hold information in immediate awareness and then use it within a few seconds. (i'd give myself a 7 - critical as a cocktail waitress!)
  • Long-Term Storage and Retrieval (Glr): is the ability to store information and fluently retrieve it later in the process of thinking. (i will give myself a 5 - i have a selectively good long-term memory, and am better with images than facts)
  • Visual Processing (Gv): is the ability to perceive, analyze, synthesize, and think with visual patterns, including the ability to store and recall visual representations. (i'd give myself a 6...i definitely think visually)
  • Auditory Processing (Ga): is the ability to analyze, synthesize, and discriminate auditory stimuli, including the ability to process and discriminate speech sounds that may be presented under distorted conditions. (i'd give myself a 3 - not my strongest area)
  • Processing Speed (Gs): is the ability to perform automatic cognitive tasks, particularly when measured under pressure to maintain focused attention. (i perform well under pressure...let's go with an 8)
  • Decision/Reaction Time/Speed (Gt): reflect the immediacy with which an individual can react to stimuli or a task (typically measured in seconds or fractions of seconds; not to be confused with Gs, which typically is measured in intervals of 2–3 minutes). (similar to the above - i'd give myself a 7.5)

agree with me.  disagree with me.  tell me about you.  just share :)

don't read this during lunch

...or breakfast.  or dinner.  really, only continue reading this if you have a strong tum and glean any enjoyment whatsoever from the following:

poo.

number two.  poop.  turd.  crap.  shit.  i could go on for a while here...

i happen to find bathroom humor very, very entertaining.  judge me if you will, but don't deny that you have giggled over potty jokes in the past.  you have.

i realized this morning that someone beat me to my potential calling in life: a poo blog.  i've gotta give it to them...they've really covered their bases.  from "first memory of poop" to "shit of my career", they take it throughout the entire life cycle of one's memory of the bowel movement.

the site i found: "the poop report: intellectual appreciation of poop humor"

my favorite section thus far: eternal debates <--check it out.

i'll never forget when i saw the largest number two of my life.  it changed my perspective on (a) the possibilities of poo and (b) related debauchery forever.

i was in college, and some lady friends and i had decided to go ninja-style-ductape-attack the suite of boys a floor below.  it involved black clothing, face paint, and the ever-so-necessary sticky tape of terror.  creeping downstairs, we swiftly ductaped each of the bedroom doors shut, and then tied them to the door knob immediately across the hall with more tape.  we were pretty satisfied with ourselves, and celebrated by going out to dinner.

upon returning home, we heard a shriek coming from the bathroom of our lady suite.  now, in those days a bathroom shriek could have meant a number of things.  a shower rendezvous, an unexpected aunt flow, etc.  in this instance, however, we were all caught off guard.  as we converged in the restroom we saw one of our suitemates staring into the toilet bowl, pointing, a look of horror on her face.  there it was, the largest poo i had ever seen.  it was so large, in fact, that it had to be broken up (use your imagination) so that it could be flushed!  i am brave, but not that brave.  i don't remember who took on the task, but bless her heart.

we could only assume that it was payback from the gentlemen downstairs.  it was absolutely a man-sized dropping, and a monster one at that.  what i still have yet to figure out...

there was no toilet paper to accompany the poo in the bowl.  how did that happen?

i'll probably never know.  and i honestly don't know that i want to.

suddenly, i'm not very hungry for lunch...

(have a funny poo story?  comment!)

mixed signals

i know, i know.  i've been a shit blogger lately.  so sue me.  i hear online shopping is just as entertaining (if a bit more expensive) while aQ is elsewhere distracted...it's the holidays, after all.


(what i really mean: i'm sorry!  i'll try harder.)


the past few weeks have been a whirlwind, complete with end-of-the-year work projects with tight deadlines, christmas shopping, tree decorating, holiday party planning, and desperately trying to make sure my friends don't forget that i exist as i'm buried under life's never-ending "to do" list.


have you forgotten that i existed?


speaking of which...my friend c$ recently shared an article with me, an article which has captured an email written by a man who, it seems, was forgotten about (or completely avoided).


prior to allowing you to read the text of the artful piece, let me share with you my friend's take...and then my own...


c$:  "sure, it's over the top, but give the guy a little break... it's kind of what all of us really think when someone doesn't call us back after a perfectly good first date... he just had the balls/lunacy to tell the person. because if you're really honest with yourself, you've totally had this monologue in your head before.  at least, I have.  I just wouldn't seek out an email of someone who has been blatantly ignoring me and demand an explanation. (although I would love one)"


aQ: two sides of this coin in amy land.  of course i've had this conversation with imaginary versions of love interests.  he didn't pursue me the way i had hoped he would, and i (in the privacy of my own mind) would let him know just how fortunate he was that i had given him the time of day.  and also pointed out to him all of his flaws, and the ways in which i would have made his life better.  now, did i ever send an actual message to said less-than-gentlemen?  no way.  perhaps a "this doesn't seem to be what either of us is looking for.  nice meeting you.  best of luck. (effing a-hole dimwit)" but never anything like this....


check it out, babies...and let me know if you've done anything remotely similar!!!!
the eloquent, uncomfortable letter (source: New York Observer)



Hi Lauren,
I’m disappointed in you. I’m disappointed that I haven’t gotten a response to my voicemail and text messages.
FYI, I suggest that you keep in mind that emails sound more impersonal, harsher, and are easier to misinterpret than in-person or phone communication. After all, people can’t see someone’s body language or tone of voice in an email. I’m not trying to be harsh, patronizing, or insulting in this email. I’m honest and direct by nature, and I’m going to be that way in this email. By the way, I did a google search, so that’s how I came across your email.
I assume that you no longer want to go out with me. (If you do want to go out with me, then you should let me know.) I suggest that you make a sincere apology to me for giving me mixed signals. I feel led on by you.
Things that happened during our date include, but are not limited to, the following:
-You played with your hair a lot. A woman playing with her hair is a common sign of flirtation. You can even do a google search on it. When a woman plays with her hair, she is preening. I’ve never had a date where a woman played with her hair as much as you did. In addition, it didn’t look like you were playing with your hair out of nervousness.
-We had lots of eye contact during our date. On a per-minute basis, I’ve never had as much eye contact during a date as I did with you.
-You said, “It was nice to meet you.” at the end of our date. A woman could say this statement as a way to show that she isn’t interested in seeing a man again or she could mean what she said–that it was nice to meet you. The statement, by itself, is inconclusive.
-We had a nice conversation over dinner. I don’t think I’m being delusional in saying this statement.
In my opinion, leading someone on (i.e., giving mixed signals) is impolite and immature. It’s bad to do that.
Normally, I would not be asking for information if a woman and I don’t go out again after a first date. However, in our case, I’m curious because I think our date went well and that there is a lot of potential for a serious relationship. Of course, it’s difficult to predict what would happen, but I think there is a lot of potential for a serious relationship developing between us one day (or least there was before your non-response to my voicemail and text messages).
I think we should go out on a second date. In my opinion, our first date was good enough to lead to a second date.
Why am I writing you? Well, hopefully, we will go out again. Even if we don’t, I gain utility from expressing my thoughts to you. In addition, even if you don’t want to go out again, I would like to get feedback as to why you wouldn’t want to go again. Normally, I wouldn’t ask a woman for this type of feedback after a first date, but this is an exception given I think we have a lot of potential.
If you don’t want to go again, then apparently you didn’t think our first date was good enough to lead to a second date. Dating or a relationship is not a Hollywood movie. It’s good to keep that in mind. In general, I thought the date went well and was expecting that we would go out on a second date.
If you’re not interested in going out again, then I would have preferred if you hadn’t given those mixed signals. I feel led on. We have a number of things in common. I’ll name a few things: First, we’ve both very intelligent. Second, we both like classical music so much that we go to classical music performances by ourselves. In fact, the number one interest that I would want to have in common with a woman with whom I’m in a relationship is a liking of classical music. I wouldn’t be seriously involved with a woman if she didn’t like classical music. You said that you’re planning to go the NY Philharmonic more often in the future. As I said, I go to the NY Philharmonic often. You’re very busy. It would be very convenient for you to date me because we have the same interests. We already go to classical music performances by ourselves. If we go to classical music performances together, it wouldn’t take any significant additional time on your part. According to the internet, you’re 33 or 32, so, at least from my point of view, we’re a good match in terms of age. I could name more things that we have in common, but I’ll stop here. I don’t understand why you apparently don’t want to go out with me again. We have numerous things in common. I assume that you find me physically attractive. If you didn’t find me physically attractive, then it would have been irrational for you to go out with me in the first place. After all, our first date was not a blind date. You already knew what I looked like before our date. Perhaps, you’re unimpressed that I manage my family’s investments and my own investments. Perhaps, you don’t think I have a “real” job. Well, I’ve done very well as an investment manager. I’ve made my parents several millions of dollars. That’s real money. That’s not monopoly money. In my opinion, if I make real money, it’s a real job. Donald Trump’s children work for his company. Do they have “real” jobs? I think so. George Soros’s sons help manage their family investments. Do they have “real” jobs? I think so. In addition, I’m both a right-brain and left-brain man, given that I’m both an investment manager and a philosopher/writer. That’s a unique characteristic; most people aren’t like that. I’ve never been as disappointed and sad about having difficulty about getting a second date as I am with you. I’ve gone out with a lot of women in my life. (FYI, I’m not a serial dater. Sometimes, I’ve only gone out with a woman for one date.) People don’t grow on trees. I hope you appreciate the potential we have.
Am I sensitive person? Sure, I am. I think it’s better to be sensitive than to be insensitive. There are too many impolite, insensitive people in the world.
I suggest that we continue to go out and see what happens. Needless to say, I find you less appealing now (given that you haven’t returned my messages) than I did at our first date. However, I would be willing to go out with you again. I’m open minded and flexible and am willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. I wish you would give me the benefit of the doubt too. If you don’t want to go out again, in my opinion, you would be making a big mistake, perhaps one of the biggest mistakes in your life. If you don’t want to go out again, then you should have called to tell me so. Even sending a text message would have been better than nothing. In my opinion, not responding to my messages is impolite, immature, passive aggressive, and cowardly. I spent time, effort, and money meeting you for dinner. Getting back to me in response to my messages would have been a reasonable thing for you to do. In addition, you arrived about 30 minutes late for our date. I’m sure you wouldn’t like it if a man showed up thirty minutes late for a first date with you.
If you’re concerned that you will hurt my feelings by providing specific information about why you don’t want to go with me again, well, my feeling are already hurt. I’m sad and disappointed about this situation. If you give information, at least I can understand the situation better. I might even learn something that is beneficial.
If you don’t want to go out again, that I request that you call me and make a sincere apology for leading me on (i.e., giving me mixed signals). In my opinion, you shouldn’t act that way toward a man and then not go out with him again. It’s bad to play with your hair so much and make so much eye contact if you’re not interested in going out with me again. I have tried to write this email well, but it’s not perfect. Again, I’m not trying to be harsh, insulting, patronizing, etc. I’m disappointed, sad, etc. I would like to talk to you on the phone. I hope you will call me back at xxx-xxx-xxxx> (if it’s inconvenient for you to talk on the phone when you read this email, you can let me know via email that you are willing to talk on the phone and I’ll call you). If you get my voicemail, you can a leave a message and I can call you back. Even if you don’t want to go out again, I would appreciate it if you give me the courtesy of calling me and talking to me. Yes, you might say things that hurt me, but my feelings are already hurt. Sending me an email response (instead of talking on the phone) would better than no response at all, but I think it would be better to talk on the phone. Email communication has too much potential for misinterpretation, etc.
Best, Mike

(aQ: heh heh heh...evil cackle...)

lost in the woods

after a week of self-pitying sickness, pre-thanksgiving anxiety, thanksgiving feasting, and post-thanksgiving digestion, the boyfriend and i decided to bring our pup - brewster - to the park for a short hike.  a relaxing, yet calorie-burning, walk around a nearby lake.  family time.

we geared up, sperry shoes and all, and headed out to crabtree park.  it was just under 70 degrees (in november), and effin' beautiful.

we figured we'd spend about an hour plodding around, allowing the pup to discover new smells and "claim" his territory as he ever-so-manly peed in strategic locations.  and that's how it began.

we started out on the nearest loop, and quickly realized that it was designed for pu$$ies.  a quarter mile was not what we had in mind, and brewster was clearly not yet satisfied either.  so we opted for the 'round the lake route.

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we'd done this route before, or at least part of it.  it circles around the entire lake, which honestly is fairly small.  after about 20 minutes, we met a couple who were coming in the opposite direction, just finishing up the entirety of the trek.  "are you all planning to make it all the way around?" they asked.  we pondered.  looking across the lake, everything looked so peaceful.  so relaxing.  such an easy hike...right?  "maybe." we responded...all the while thinking, "most likely we'll end up turning around so that our poor dog doesn't get worn out.  but We are champions."  leaving the couple in our slow-walkin' dust, we continued on.  and on.  until, finally, we pulled up google maps on the boyfriend's cell phone.  we were almost halfway around, we'd gone about three miles, and at this point, we may as well go all the way.  and so, we went.  a full six-plus miles, up hills and down hills, across mini-bridges and mud patches, blisters growing and sun setting.

and it was wonderful.

it's amazing, how long periods of time without technology or other distraction can open up windows of conversation that aren't otherwise prompted to be located.  significant memories and joyful experiences that get hidden in the recesses of our minds so that, it seems, even we have forgotten them.  but they're there, and rediscovering them that day brought back a world of childhood happiness that increased my level of "thankfulness" over the thanksgiving day weekend.

in getting to know my boyfriend, we mainly focused on our recent past, present, and hoped-for future.  we have predominantly lived in the present, and made goals for moving forward.  if and when the past has been touched upon, it has primarily been in brief summarial format, glossing over the basics in order to better explain present circumstances.  long stretches of time for extended stories or conversations are rare, and generally saved for reviewing our weeks, or planning for the next one.  we have been together for over two and a half years, yet i realized, i had never fully gathered a picture of what his childhood was like.  what did he do?  who did he spend time with?  what was his relationship with his sibling like, and how did his parents become the people they are?

i want to know.

perhaps you think this is unimportant.  unnecessary details that aren't relevant to my current relationship.  but you're wrong.

IMG-20111127-00110.jpgi want my boyfriend to eventually be my family.  and i want his family to be my family.  understanding this, why shouldn't i try to have a deep understanding of his past so that, moving forward, i have a deeper connection to who he is and why he is.

and so, we walked.  and we talked.  at length, in detail, resurrecting our childhoods and reliving fond memories.  i introduced him to little-girl-amy, the shy and passive introvert who loved to play in the woods, catch bugs, and impress others by her progress in reading her big red websters dictionary.  he, in turn, introduced me to adolescent him.  the boy who played street hockey, went camping, and wanted to be an inventor.

laying in bed that night, i started thinking about all of the new information i had gathered.  about all of the time that has passed, as we have gotten to know each other as we are now, without getting to know how the other really started out.  without getting a taste of what it was to be in the adolescent mind of the person we're in love with.

and i wondered - does everyone else know that about their significant other?  do they know the same of their friends made in adult life?  do they ask?  do they even think it's important?

...and if not...why?

i had an incredible weekend.  i have some homework to do with my friends, further research planned for my boyfriend, and i'm interested in you.  let me know.

bat-shit crazy awesome

When I’m Drinking, My Cell Phone is a Deadly Weapon and Belongs NO WHERE Near Me
(guest post, written by: anonymous awesome chick)

As AQ mentioned in her VALIDATION post, I also leave girl time with a sense of validation. My ladyboos accept my feelings, understand them and nurture them.

After a phenomenal weekend with girlfriends (and a handful of exceptional, male lovers-of-my-ladyboos), I experienced similar validation Sunday night and Monday morning in the form of a voicemail and subsequent phone conversation from/with my ex.

I was mad when I broke up with my ex. But when I ran into him, I still had this major urge to kiss him. It feels weird to not interact with him at all when I was having such fun getting to know him. I’m curious about what he’s done the past couple of weeks. And I hope that we can have a conversation in the future and not just wave across the room when we run into each other. I feel rejected and ignored.

AND THEN I GOT THIS VOICEMAIL.

He rambled. He apologized. He said this is hard. He sounded sad and miserable. He asked if we could get coffee.

I returned his call Monday and the same thing happened. He rambled. He apologized. He told me that I’m amazing. He asked to have a conversation. Painful feelings acknowledged. VALIDATION.

I was not free for coffee. I felt great all day.

AND THEN I MUCKED IT ALL UP.

Night fell. I enjoyed after-work wine + Jameson with a friend. I pulled out my deadliest weapon and drunk-dialed my ex to tell him that we should hook up before we go out of town for Thanksgiving.  What.The.Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

I am motherfucking self-sabotaging. I made it more difficult for my ex to have a conversation with me and I embarrassed myself with my behavior.

What lessons can I learn from this derail?

1.       My girlfriends have my back and love me and accept me even though I sometimes make poor choices and do dumb things.
2.       I do not need a shot of Jameson.
3.       My phone is evil not a toy.
4.       My behavior seemed bat shit crazy last night, and now, through talking with two trusted listeners, I am laughing at myself.
5.       All of this is connected. I craved validation and after making self-destructive choices, I let out all of these painful feelings that I ignored and that gained strength while I was ignoring them.


Thank you, ladyboos, for validating my feelings. And no thank you, cell phone, for storing phone numbers and connecting calls.

validation

there's something about spending time with great girlfriends that leaves me feeling validated.  or, in this case, i leave the girl time and take with me a sense of validation. 

where does that validation come from, you might ask?  from acceptance.  complete, 100% legit and authentic acceptance of who i am, how i am, what comes out of my mouth (and other orifices), and whatever else emanates from me.

they know me.  and they still love me.  that's not a small task. 

i love my friends.

safe environments among friends makes me crave cheese.  prompts me to admit my love of mini-milkduds despite my typical diet of health foods.  allow myself to drink too much wine when we all know what happens when alcohol removes the aQ filter.

i had the great fortune this evening of spending time with two high quality girlfriends.  ladies who have known me since the time of the unibrow (that's right, i put it out there), and the goofy glasses (pre-cmf-eye-decor), and the prudish version of myself that i now only know of through my old journal entries.  i can revert back to funny times, to scandalous times, to ick times and great times - i can harp on myself, i can brag on myself, i can relive myself and they "get" it.  they understand it and have seen the development of the Q.  and i have seen the same in them.

i love being able to remember the "firsts" of my great gals.  i love being able to witness the firsts that are still coming.  and i can't wait to be there to witness the future "firsts" that are still to come.

there's something about sharing a past with someone that makes you thrilled to witness what the future holds.  that makes you excited to get older and do so together.  that makes you feel awesome about yourself because you have awesome folks who relate to you.  birds of a feather, right?  i hope so.

let's expand this.  enlarge the group of two from this evening to the community of friends and loves that surround me.  not only those friends who know the pre-pubescent me, but those who accept me for the quirky adult i am today.  who, despite the lack of a time-tested past, provide a safe space for sharing both to and from me.

i am so fortunate.  and so fortunate to realize my fortune in this and most moments.

and i wonder...is everyone as aware of their great fortune as me?  does everyone share a similar sort of great fortune?

as a female, certainly the gender more adept at creating and maintaining intimate relationships with members of the same sex, i know that my communication habits and tendencies toward intimate friendly connections are different from those of the opposite sex.

take my boyfriend for example.  he undergoes major surgery.  his best friend finds out either just before or after the fact.  we're in a disagreement.  his guy friends have no clue.  he's frustrated at work and wondering what his next step ought to be.  his best friends are entirely in the dark.

swing those situations into my world.  within 5 minutes, i will have either emailed a friend, called a friend, g-chatted a friend, or send a text to a friend to let them know exactly what was going on, how i felt, with a solicitation for their feedback.  i open up my life, they jump in, and we share our experiences.  this is how bonds, in my opinion, are made.

so how could a male friendship ever compete?  and what the HELL do they talk about?

golf, perhaps.  or basketball.  or "that's what she said..." etc.  these, in my opinion, do not a life-sharing experience make.  and i just.don't.get.it.

how do they get through the day without talking about their feelings?  how do they not explode when experiencing an absence of "you'll never guess what happened..."?  how do they not feel an empty space inside as they live entirely without the joy that is talking in depth and detail about the opposite sex?

perhaps i will never know.  i do not understand.

and so, i will cite this lack of understanding as a valid reason to believe that they have inherently lesser relationships than females do.  that men will forever be at a disadvantage when it comes to understanding themselves - how can one know him or herself, truly, without consistent and honest feedback from wise companions?

the answer is, in my ever so humble opinion (yeah, right...but i am right) - they don't.  they don't know themselves as well as women.  they will never fully fill the forever-friend-sized hole in their hearts, and this is why they attempt to fill it with fluff.

...fluff, otherwise known as: televised sports.

(i love my friends.  i love being a woman capable of having such intimate friendships.  in closing, "yay, vaginas!")

...the end.


(men, if you disagree with me - post a comment!  just keep in mind...you're probably wrong.)

self-absorbed


i spent the past few days in colorado and was reminded of several things:

1.  altitude enhances the effect of alcohol and decreases my tolerance
2.  i really like the industry i'm working in
3. melatonin is a travelers best friend
4.  i LOVE people.
5.  even extroverts need "alone" time.

i love people. new people, old friends, young folks, old folks, (i even try to love smelly folks)...i get a high from exchanges with people, and i love to contribute energy to a group dynamic.

by the end of the trip, however, intense networking and new friend-making had taken its toll. i needed to recharge. which is exactly what i planned to do on the plane ride(s) home.

on the first leg of my trip, i settled into my seat (aisle of course - critical for those of us with teensy bladders) and closed my eyes. curled up under the blazer i was using as a blanket, i probably passed out for a solid hour.

i was roused from my nap by the feeling that i was being watched. opening my eyes, i looked up at a smiling man looking down on me from the seat to my right. "are you cold?" he whispered. "i'm fine" i said, and i quickly closed my eyes again in an attempt to halt possible conversation. this was "me" time, an opportunity to recharge my social batteries, and i wasnt really feelin' conversation. at the same time, i was a little creeped out. what was this dude doing, watching me?  and what was that smile all about?

as the cabin lights came back on and we were told to prepare for initial descent into minnesota (my first stop on the way home), i opened my eyes and sat up...praying for some quiet time, yet quickly aware that my neighbor had different plans. he asked me what i did. same big smile. i couldnt figure him out. i told him why i'd been in colorado, and figured i should at least be generally polite and ask him about himself. it was clear he wanted to talk.

apparently he lives in fargo, and was visiting family in california for quality time and some vineyard tours in napa. we shared napa stories, and then he cut away from himself and started asking about me again. the entire time my inner grump was thinking, "why do you care?  and why the heck are you still smiling!?". eventually he took my minimal responses as a cue and turned to chat with the guy in the window seat. captive audience until we exited the plane. apparently they were both from fargo, and they started chatting about 5 and 10k races they had both run. same big smile. same sense of sincere interest in this complete stranger.

and then he said, "i used to love the 10k's, and was training for a half marathon until the chemo." my heart stopped at the "c" word, always a terrifying tell-tale of the Big C.

having experienced my own mothers fight with cancer, i am familiar with the effects of chemo. it kills the cancer cells, yes. but it simultaneously kills off the life inside of you. it makes you sick. it slows you down. it makes you feel like you're dying when you're trying not to.

i turned to join in their conversation, hating myself for my previous judgement of this man. he looked healthy. he seemed happy - heck, he seemed to have a perma-smile on his face. he told me it started as stage two cancer in his colon, and then it spread into his liver where it developed to stage 4.

i hopefully asked, "so i assume you are now in remission?". "well, no. the doctors said that once its in my liver, they can remove it, but it will always return. its going to eventually get me. but i'm here today."

that's when reality really kicked me in the face. i was sitting beside a dying man. a man i had just moments earlier judged for smiling too much.

he wasnt a "creeper". he is a man who has his priorities straight. and i am an asshole.

we departed the plane, and he kindly allowed several others to get off before him.  i waited in the terminal, unable to let him go without telling him that it had, truly, been very nice to meet him.  we exchanged smiles, goodbyes, and he was off.  i'll probably never see him again.  i don't know how much longer he'll be around.  but he's taking full advantage of every opportunity he has left.


while i was self-absorbed, wondering if my pants should be dry cleaned or thinking about my need of a manicure, this man was working on making a positive impact on the world.

i am not the only one with problems. i am not the only one whose mental and emotional wheels turn with things going on behind the scenes. 


i needed the reminder. i only wish it hadnt taken a dying man to drive the message home.


i know it's a cliche.  life is too short.  but take my experience for what you will.  i hope you really, truly enjoy your day today.

fluster




i've decided that today is a fluster day.  because i am flustered.  hopefully, i have sucked all of the fluster roaming around out of the atmosphere so that the rest of you reading this do not also fall prey.

it all started this morning.  at 7am, i woke to my boyfriend nudging me reminding me that i should probably wake up.  unaccustomed to the pleasure of waking up beside my man on the weekdays (he's usually out of town on business), i asked, "what day is it?"...thinking with sleepy naivete that it must be the weekend, it felt like the weekend, therefore i had at least another hour to snooze.


"babe, it's thursday."  damn.  clumsily, i reached for my phone and checked my alarm: set for 5:20am.  i swear, it never went off.  but it flustered me.

i hopped into the shower and scrubbed the life back in into me.  in my hurry, i also cut myself shaving.  we're getting off to a roaring start.

in my car headed toward the office, i bravely (irresponsibly) drove above the speed limit and was fortunate to narrowly miss an SUV that magically appeared in my blind spot as i attempted to merge into the right lane. there was honking, there was swerving, there was me mouthing, "so sorry!"...we both got out with our lives -  and our cars in one piece.

 heart in my throat, i pulled into my office parking lot, opened the office door, and hear "you can race in here in those heels, but i know you're late."  second damn.  it was my exec vp.  and i was 4 minutes late.


(in reality, it's not that big of a deal to be a few minutes late.  or a few minutes early.  i just hate being "busted")

and so i was further flustered.

i drove to a client meeting and took the scenic route as i again and again missed the turn into their facility parking lot.  prepared for this sort of scenario, and entirely aware of the fluster already stocked to the brim in my system, i had left in plenty of time.  i was 5 minutes early.

we had a great meeting.  the fluster had receded, i felt confident, cool and collected.  until i got caught in the "we" trap.  the "we" trap set by conservative southerners.  small-talking toward the end, the potential client asked where i lived.  my response, "we live in..." "oh, so are you married?" "um, no, i'm not." (initiate: blushing.  sweaty palms).  it was clear he had seen the naked space on my ring finger.  i felt "busted" again, this time for living in sin.  pre-marital-fornication.  impurity.  damn.

(note: i generally would proudly proclaim my living in sin status, as it is a source of much joy...the closeness to the boyfriend part, not necessarily the sinner part...but this was particularly uncomfortable as i was trying to remain in the good - even great - graces of a gentleman i'd like to do business with.  and i felt judged.)

i still think the meeting went well, but the fluster returned with a vengeance.  i carefully navigated my way back to the office, and tried my best to avoid vehicles larger than mine on the way this time.

i tried talking it out with my boyfriend on the drive back.  surely, eliminating the fluster through words ought to help.  no dice.  second option: stifle it with food.  of course!  off to the harris teeter salad bar i go.

i picked up my favorite veggie toppings, a bottle of spray dressing, and a diet dr. pepper (if diet dr. p can't fix something what can?).  i'm back at the office, full of anticipation, when i realize: i forgot the effing lettuce.  fluster wins again.  damn.

and so, i eat my toppings with spray dressing, thinking to myself: how else can fluster try to conquer my day?

...if i find out i forgot my gym shoes in the locker room this afternoon, i'm gonna be pissed.

next attempted solution: hersheys kisses.  diet dr. p is second only to chocolate, of course.

and so, the saga continues.

friends with exes?

that's right, i'm asking the tricky question: can you really, and should you really, be friends with your ex boyfriends or girlfriends?

it's a muddled area, the ex arena.  there are different types of ex-partners (let's call 'em xp's), different dynamics with each xp, and different definitions of "friendship" that may be sought after a break-up.

the amount of time that passes between a break-up and an attempt at friendship is also significant.  do you go cold turkey for a while, and then try to reunite on a non-sexual plane, or do you maintain closeness while struggling to avoid romantic intimacy?  all tough questions.  and there is no one right answer.

my opinion, however, does exist.  there are a few things i honestly have little to no opinion on.  this is not one of them.  based on my experience, i am unable to be neutral.

and so, here goes...

first off, let's define the types of xps we might have in our checked baggage.  was it "official" (did you use the "b" word or the "g" word), was it unofficial but intense, did you use the "l" word, was it hot and fast or warm and drawn-out...did it leave you feeling like a woman, a used mangled napkin, or an angry mountain lion?  i've thought about these things, and assembled the following categories of the xp:

the best friend boyfriend/girlfriend:  this xp was your everything, and you were theirs.  you confided in each other, you knew each other inside and out, and you were probably "official" for a solid period of time.  you may have gotten so comfortable with each other that you stopped really dating.  perhaps your lives started moving in different directions and your future goals were no longer aligned.  to end up together, one or both of you would have had to make major sacrifices, and you weren't willing to do it.  another option, one or both of you realized that as so much time had passed you no longer had the "spark" that got you together in the first place.  you used the "l" word, and you meant it.  but it lost the romance.

the obsession:  you fully believed you loved this person, and you threw yourself into it head first.  you were willing to give yourself to this person and thought about them endlessly.  potentially blind to a lack of compatibility between you or equal interest on their part, these have the tendency to crash and burn.


the friend-lover:  you could have just been friends, but there was an attraction.  you cared for them as a person, had lots of fun together, and debated whether it might have the potential to be more.  but it wasn't.  you played the friend and lover card simultaneously, and it never fully bloomed into romance.  eventually, one of you found someone that better suited them in the romance department.  you were probably never "official".

the intrigue:  you dated them for a brief period of time, perhaps a few months, perhaps on and off, but it was never really official.  if it did become official, it was probably in an effort to keep them off the market while you assessed their potential.  something intangible attracted you to them, and them to you, and it kept the interest going until the intrigue dissipated and one or both of you lost interest.  it probably just faded out.

the pass-time: this includes the "accidents", the somewhat attractive friendly "mr. or ms. now" types who suit you for the moment until you find someone better.  you may have played at intimacy, but it was never really there.  perhaps you were lonely, and you may have even called it by an official title in order to feel more secure.  but then it just feels wrong.  these can end easily, fading into the distance, or dramatically if they viewed you as more than just a pass-time.

[if you want me to elaborate on any of the above, just let me know and i'll happily do it]

my methodology toward figuring out the potential for friendship with an xp includes a few factors, the first of which is which type of an xp we're talkin' about.  the second is the way you felt just after the break-up.

for example:  the pass-time fades out, but you still feel like yourself and there aren't awkward feelings on either side.  neither of you had really invested yourselves emotionally, so there is little to no scar damage.  if you both enjoy the same bars or restaurants, why not hang out occasionally?  it may be yet another way to pass the time when you don't have closer friends available to hang with.  and who knows - it may develop into a cooler friendship now that the physical part is no longer complicating things.

on the flip side:  you decided the pass-time was just that - a way to pass time until you found someone more suited to you.  the xp resents that, and either thinks you're an asshole or wants the opportunity to convince you that you made a huge mistake...they're the one for you.  either way, it's not a good idea to attempt friendship.  you'll either set yourself up for a fight, or you're only going to hurt the other person and prolong their pain.  don't do it.

same goes for the intrigue.

next example: the obsession.  in my opinion, you should stay as far away as possible after you detach.  there is a desire in all of us to be desired, to be wanted.  we also want to "win", to convince others that we are worthy of their desires.  if we were obsessed with someone who opted out of choosing us, it's a huge blow to the ego.  but it's exceedingly unlikely that we're going to change their mind out of desperation.  and even more unlikely that, by trying to be "friends", we're going to maintain those friendly boundaries and not allow ourselves to be walked all over.  stay away.  friendship isn't going to happen.

the best chance someone has of maintaining a friendship with an xp is in the friend-lover category.  you've clearly got what it takes to be friends, and know each other well enough to know the reasons why you'd never really work out in the long run.  this keeps you grounded, and helps to maintain friendly boundaries following the end of romance.

the only caveat in the above - take care in respecting future partners.  both yours and theirs.  while you may have only innocent intentions, you may be seen to pose a threat to an incoming partner of your friend, or your friend may threaten your new partner.  be respectful, and keep your priorities straight.

second to the obsession, the best friend boyfriend/girlfriend is the next most dangerous territory to navigate after a break-up.  there was a mutual love on both sides, and more than likely there are scars left behind.  or even open wounds.  in this instance, time is the only real remedy if the ultimate goal is friendship.  goals need to change, and both parties need to have accepted that getting back together is not an option.  it could take months.  it probably takes years.  there will be pain and both parties need to fully go through the motions and "move on" prior to any attempt at reuniting...otherwise, you run the risk of one of you trying to convince the other that they've changed and you should get back together.  normally, people don't change that dramatically.  remember the reason(s) you broke up, and hold fast to that.  yes, you had an incredible bond.  and you may have it again.  but the strings of romantic hope need to be cut off entirely before that bond can be repaired.

this type of xp is most often the scariest to new partners.  using myself as an example, i'll tell you why.  i know that my boyfriend loved someone else intensely before me.  they had a strong bond, they knew each other well, and she knew him during a time that i will never have the chance to know him.  she saw him grow in ways that i will never see, and is a significant part of his past.  she has something on him that i will never have. i get jealous.  i know that they will never be back together.  i know that i have his present and his future.  but i get jealous in thinking about the time she had with him that will never be mine.  and i would absolutely feel uncomfortable if they were to be close.

after deciding whether or not you can have a relationship with an xp, you then need to decide whether you should.  and that, most frequently, involves considering the feelings and opinions of your current or future partner.

finally, let's talk about why friendship with an xp is a worthy goal.

personally, i think that someone able to maintain mutual respect with an xp shows a certain level of maturity, and it implies they behaved responsibly with the feelings of their past partners.  it's a good indication to me that, especially if i'm not positive i see this heading toward forever, i can at least look forward to an enjoyable relationship in which i will be respected.

it's also nice to maintain communication with someone who knows you from the inside out.  often times, a break-up leaves you feeling like you now have to start from scratch.  that no one knows you like they did, and perhaps no one ever will.  wrong.  you'll meet someone else and will inevitably learn all about one another.  but until then, and even beyond, it's nice to maintain contact with someone who knows what makes you tick.  who can provide wise advise.  who can listen to your daily dramas and understand.  it's just best if the xp you're talking to isn't kindling any of that drama.

i asked some of my friends for their thoughts on the xp question, and i have shared their responses below.


So I really like the idea of being friends with an ex.  Especially a long-term ex.  I think if you became that close, you shared so many experiences, you hate to just let the underlying friendship disappear into nothing.  But I also understand how that kind of a relationship could be perceived as a major threat by future romantic interests.  I think from my perspective I look favorably upon guys who still have friendships with exes.  Within bounds, of course.  But in appropriate context, it demonstrates an emotional stability that I hope someone I would date would have. - anonymous #1


I only have two "official" ex boyfriends. Lots of ex-datees.  One "official" ex I count on for help during panic mode, but we don't speak regularly, nor do we hang out. Not sure what we are. When I see the other "official" ex, I want to kiss him, and we also don't speak or hang out. And the others...one is a friend w/ benefits and the others I'm either not friends with, or I'm friendly with but don't really think we are friends. I guess I could have just written....no? --anonymous #2

let's say you're trying to be friends with an ex who had been a significant part of your life (none of this "we dated for a month" stuff): that's like forcing yourself to eat dark chocolate until you get the nastiest strain of food poisoning. Chocolate is great. Delicious. Familiar. Vomit is...well, vomit.   It's not good for you to hold on to something that didn't work, in any form, until you've really built up a resistance to slipping back into old habits. - anonymous #3


what has your experience been regarding friendship with xps?  do you think it's possible?  do you think it's wise?  share!

who the $% am i?


i often read articles on personal and professional development.  in my reading, i have found that it is not uncommon for similar themes to carry through both realms - the personal and professional - and that they often overlap.  the separation between work and home has become nearly obsolete in our generation, many thanks to smart phones and wireless devices.  blah, blah, blah...you've heard this before.

some recent articles brought testy questions to my mind.  first off, should we be defined by our chosen careers?  if so, what does our job say about us as individuals?  the second, are we in the "right" professional role?  if not...what would the "right" job look like?

first things first.  being defined by your job choice.  it happens.  it happens almost every day, whenever you meet someone new and they ask, "so, what do you do?"  they're trying to figure you out.  trying to decide how to categorize you.  it's merely a human means of making sense of the world as they encounter it.

are you the techie-type or are you a schmoozer?  are you a numbers guy/gal or do you work in a creative department?  are you a physical laborer or do you sit behind a desk?  are you salaried or working on an hourly wage?

people take in this information and form an opinion about you.  it happens.  i do it.  it's happened to me.  the question: should it?

in an ideal job market where folks can find what they're passionate about and earn money doing it, i'd say yes.  absolutely.  but this is not an ideal job market.  i don't know that the ideal job market has or will ever exist.

so let's go with "maybe".  certainly not always.

do you think it's smart to assume your neighborhood barrista works behind the counter because she's passionate about coffee?  that she wakes up every day yearning to make change for your extra-foam latte?

do you think every law student graduates and decides to go into litigation because there's nothing else they'd rather do?

i don't think so.  but i also think that there are certain qualities that can be assumed based on what someone "does"...qualities such as ambition, appreciation of regularity versus flexible schedules, desire for creative expression and desire for wealth.

you can disagree with me.  this is just my take.

so let's take me as an example.  i work in business development for an engineering firm.  i have an office, and travel several times a month.

as a biology student in undergrad, did i dream of one day representing an engineering firm?  no.
do i revel in the process of putting together my monthly expense reports?  no.
do i love working with intelligent people, the folks that make up my company?  absolutely.
is the opportunity to be both creative (marketing) and strategically aggressive (sales) attractive to me?  yes!

so what does this say about me?  you decide.

my major points: (1) people judge you based on your career choices, and (2) you can't entirely figure a person out based on what you see on their resume.

often, folks are just looking for a paycheck.  and they take what's available.

the second question i posed comes down to this: how do you figure out what you really want to be doing with your professional life?  maybe that's what you're doing now.  but maybe it's not.

or maybe this: your professional life should be completely separate from things you like to do.  grind through the work day so that you have the money to do what you enjoy after 5pm.

i don't know the answer.  i don't know what works for you.  but - while i concede that a major perk of my job is earning the money to enjoy life outside of work - i like to think that your chosen career should, if possible, include areas that you are passionate about.  it shouldn't be time thrown in the trash in exchange for a paycheck.

the second article i referenced at the onset of this post covers a suggested method for figuring out what you're good at and what you're passionate about, intending to result in your ideal professional future.

(note: it requires the help of a friend)

maybe you want to be a pro athlete.  but are you good enough?  perhaps you should stay off the field or court.  could you be happy enough making a living by commentating on or working in the athletic industry?

personally, my interests are so varied i have a hard time figuring out what my "ideal" professional future would look like.  perhaps something like a healthy cafe serving coffee, wine, and light bites, with a library and fitness studio attached.  oh, and i'd like to be a licensed dietitian so that i can offer nutritional advice.  oh, i'd also like to have my mba so that i could run the business effectively.  oh yeah - i'd also like to have advanced culinary skills so that i can contribute effectively to the menu.

...it would also be nice if this venture would make enough money so that i could pay my bills...

no problem, right?  ehh...i think i'm going to have to scale back on this "vision" before i can really make a go at it.  and pray that i don't change my mind in two weeks.

what would your ideal professional future look like?  is it attainable?  do you think that only your ideal professional future would allow for others to "define" you?

i'm interested in your thoughts.  i'm also interested in anyone submitting a business plan so that i can carry out my eventual professional ideal :)