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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 :)

flirt?



response to yesterday's post has prompted me to follow up with thoughts on flirting.  what is it, who does it, what does it mean, how is it intended, and how is it interpreted...all questions which can be widely found on the internet.  the corresponding answers are much more difficult to find.


...i'm serious.  i did the search.

it seems that millions of folks out there have a difficult time reading "friendly" versus "flirty", "outgoing" versus "interested", "social" versus "wants to bang my brains out."

don't believe me?  do the search yourself.

having done substantial research both online and in conversations, i have come to the following conclusion: it's all based on individual opinion and perception.


for example.  a girl talks to two guys at a restaurant bar.  they discuss their favorite beer, and familiarity with the menu.  one guy may feel she's interested in him.  the other may take the conversation at face value: she's trying to decide what the hell to order.  the truth of the situation is all in her intent.  was she using this conversation as a gateway to score an eventual date, or sincerely just looking for someone to weigh in on the menu?

it can be tricky to read, but not even registering on the girl's radar that conversing with male human beings may be interpreted the wrong way.

another example.  a guy is at the grocery store standing in line with a cart load of man food.  a gal gets in line behind him with a pint of ben & jerry's.  he lets her get in front of him in line, in an effort to be considerate.  he knows his check-out time is going to take a while.  she thinks he's flirting.  misinterpretation.

it can go the other way as well.  sometimes, folks who flirt with intent come off as friendly rather than "interested", and misinterpretation again will happen.  it's a tough line to draw, where is the boundary?

it's all interpretation.  personal perception.

from personal experience, i have found that folks on the receiving or observing end have a greater tendency to interpret actions or words as "flirty" if the person in question is somewhat attractive.  they're more likely to be noticed, more likely to be analyzed, and more likely to be misinterpreted.

i'm spending time analyzing this because i encounter these situations often.  i myself have been the analyzer, and the analyzed.  i know that i have misinterpreted folks intentions toward me, and i also know that i have (recently) been misinterpreted.  by both men and women.

without a doubt, i am outgoing.  i am friendly.  i am a sharer online, in person, and on the phone.  i rarely meet a new person i don't like, and even less frequently meet someone i don't want to know more about.

i make eye contact.  i give hugs.  i like to dance, and do not discriminate.  man or woman, young or old, twirl me around and you're making my day.

i am also in a relationship.  which i'm very open to admitting and usually bring up in conversation.  i do not make sexual overtures, i do not tell other men they are "sexy" or "hot", and the only bums i grab belong to my boyfriend or my girlfriends (in jest).

the fact that someone is in a relationship does not mean they shouldn't feel flattered by attention from the opposite sex.  it does not mean they should feel embarrassed upon receiving it.  it does mean that they should not dishonestly solicit it or take action when opportunity presents itself.

just because you're "off the market" doesn't mean you're no longer going to attract the opposite sex.  it doesn't mean you can't meet new people.  it just means you have to be honest and refrain from behaving in a way in which your partner would feel disrespected.  all couples are different.  you make your own rules.

i will never be a wallflower.  i will never opt out of a safe dance partner.  and i will never, ever cheat on my boyfriend.

i am who i am.  and i'm where i am because of it.

my personality helps me in new friendships.  male and female, i approach human beings similarly.  it helps me in business relationships.  i earn trust, respect, and further interest in getting to know me.

many women i am close to have experienced the difficulty in drawing the appropriate lines between "business-sociable" and "business inappropriate" in order to develop relationships yet maintain professional distance.  the cold shoulder doesn't get you business.  but neither do open legs (usually - i choose not to find out).  when a potential or existing client makes unwanted advances, what is a professional female to do?  heck - when a female makes unwanted advances on a professional male, what is he to do?

people see what they want to see, hear things the way they want to hear them, and take from situations what they want to take.  navigation of social seas can be tricky, and sometimes treacherous.

let's give people the benefit of the doubt.  let people be who they are, joke around, and enjoy themselves without taking them too seriously.  if someone is really "looking for something", odds are they'll ramp up their game until they get it.

otherwise, let 'em be.

(i'm interested in your thoughts - and you're allowed to disagree!  this is, as always, my personal opinion.  take it for what you will.)

lull...and red lights

you can call me on it.  some of you already have.  i haven't written in a while.

sorry.  kind of.

i've been writing for what seems like forever.  started a diary as soon as i could write, and have continued to use writing as an outlet into adulthood.  looking back on my writing patterns, it's clear that there is a direct relationship between drama and my writing output.  drama goes up, writing does as well.  drama goes down, so does the frequency of my writing.

from this, you have my reasoning behind not having written: things have been pretting effin' calm!

drama has been at a minimum, things are carrying along smoothly, there have been little to no "bumps in the road" for amy Q.

it's now early november, and i'm listening to christmas music as i type.  yes, christmas music.  my boyfriend refuses to "cheat" on thanksgiving, but i don't play by those rules.  bring on nat king cole and the little drummer boy.  i'm ready for santa.

the only particularly interesting tid bits i perhaps ought to have shared earlier on involve the concept of being "off the market".  that is, committed to a romantic partner.  not available.  taken.

i absolutely consider myself to be as described above, and have a strong desire to appear so as well.  behavior only gets you so far, playing the conservative card and making smart decisions.  this lady needs a physical sign of "stay the eff away, my heart and body belong to someone else."  this generally exists in the form of a ring or two.  at this point, i barely care what it looks like.  i just want the "private property" i consider myself to be as evident to those new folks i meet.

for the record:  i want my man to have the same sort of signage.  big and bold, can't be missed, "back off ladies, this man's taken."

i go through waves of impatience on this issue, and lately have been feeling pretty chilled out about it.  i'm not going anywhere.  he's not going anywhere.  we love each other.  it'll happen.

i also go out of town.  to business conferences and girls weekends.  and this is where it gets brought to the forefront.

when meeting new gentlemen, "boyfriend" just doesn't seem to hold the same weight as "fiance" or "hubby".  to some, it seems that "boyfriend" even means "my man of the moment - please introduce yourself as a new potential option."  i may have translated it that way in previous relationships, but not these days.  i mean business with this one, and i know lots of other ladies who feel the same way about their own gents.

a few weekends ago, i took a fabulous trip to charleston with some of my best, beautiful girlfriends.  along the way, we attracted some new gentleman friends, and we were very clear about who was on and off the market.  we drank, we danced, we made new friends and tried not to send mixed messages.  those of us who were "taken" were careful to maintain respectful boundaries.  it didn't exactly seem to matter.  we had offers.

i was in charlotte last week at a business conference, and at the end of the first day i received a phone call from a potential business lead.  he asked me to join his colleague and him for some business conversation over dinner.  who am i to turn down such an invitation?  so i went.

i ended up at a table with four interesting gentlemen.  a few in their 40s/50s, one in his 70s.  two of them married.  one of them dating.  my "business contact" apparently in an "open relationship."  dinner was fun, relationships were developed, and by the end of the night i felt i had made some sure headway into potential business prospects.

following dinner, i found myself conspicuously left alone to walk back to the hotel with my "business contact" - a handsome open-relationship man to whom i made it absolutely clear i am Not in a similar sort of relationship.  that mine is the real deal.  again, this didn't really seem to matter.

he flirted.  he told me my boyfriend would never marry me.  he described to me my life if i were to "be" with him.  and he tried to follow me into my hotel room.  he was, without hesitation, denied.

i left the conference feeling productive, professional...and underestimated.  underestimated, not in a professional sense, but in the realm of my relationship.  first of all, what right does a stranger have assuming my relationship isn't going to go the distance.  second of all - where does someone see a "green" light where i am clearly verbalizing and behaving a "red", "no trespassing, violators will be prosecuted" sort of stop sign?


my real question: would it make a difference if i called my partner by a different title?  would the light seem more "red" if i were to be engaged or have a husband?

i just don't know...but i hope so.

what do you think?