• About

Me Myself & Riggins

~ The activities and adventures of Riggins and me!

Me Myself & Riggins

Category Archives: Uncategorized

Not That Kind of Bar

16 Wednesday Jan 2013

Posted by wendynewell in Uncategorized

≈ 2 Comments

Tags

bar method, Bar Method

Bar with Riggins(Quick note about this picture. You have no idea how hard it was to get this picture. No whispers from the peanut gallery. I know it isn’t great form but you try getting Riggins to sit in a position where you and he can be seen in a skinny mirror, your only full length mirror, hold up dog biscuits to keep his attention AND hold an iPhone at an angle where you can get the action all while attempting basic thigh work. It’s not easy. After seeing it I thought I should retake it after moving the Lucy bag in the background aside — then I thought “nah … good enough.” Side note – wouldn’t it be awesome if Riggins could come to class? How much more fun would it be doing push ups and plank knowing that there was a chance a cutie dog could be licking your face at anytime? I once did a Bar Method video work-out at my sister’s house amongst chaos, Riggins continually trying to lick the salty sweat off me and my oh so helpful nephew deciding I didn’t look enough like the ladies on TV so helped by pushing my leg up higher.)

I was having a discussion with a New York friend the other day and we decided that extreme love and loyalty for a specific exercise routine is a left/right coast thing. It’s not like you go to Des Moines and meet up with a group of women that will just die if they don’t get to their Physique 57 class. Only us coasters would be crazy enough to spend oodles of cash on an exercise routine then spend hours on hours demanding to others that it is the best and better than whatever pilaties class they are loyal to.

My exercise class of choice is Bar Method. I realize it can be confused with the good kind of bar. After all that’s how it is spelled (Bar not Barre). No confusing once you are there. This is work out time not drink up time. Before I list off the reasons my loyalty stays with Bar Method let me set the scene.

I’ve said it before but it’s worth repeating. I’m not an athlete. I do a lot of athletic things but they never come easy and I’ll never grab a fist place ribbon in anything. Every 5K, triathlon sprint, hike up a hill I do I have to push myself to make it happen. When I went to my first Bar Method class years ago I went with a good friend. A very flexible good friend. The studio, Pasadena, was new at the time so most of the room was new or new-ish to this style of exercise. At the time I was VERY active. I ran more than 1/2 dozen 5K’s a year. I’d finished 2 triathlons. I considered myself relatively in shape. Famous last words before entering a Bar Method class. During thigh (still the hardest part of class for me) I literally started to black out/throw up (if you don’t think you can do both of those at the same time you haven’t taken a Bar Method class). I actually had to step out of the studio and sit down with my head between my legs. One of the owners (at the time I didn’t realize who she was) came out to make sure I was okay and the super sweet guy behind the desk assured me that the rest of the class was easier (he lied but it was nice of him to say). I took a deep breath and returned to class. After class as my friend and I were walking back to our cars I made the vow that this silly little exercise class would not be the end of me. I would do it until I conquered it …. I’m still going to class 3+ years later.

So why I like it:
* When I had high blood pressure, enormous amount of life stress, and overall was a mess I was told by a number of doctors, including a very sweet doctor in the ER, that I needed to do yoga. Here’s the rub. I hate yoga. That’s a bit harsh. I don’t HATE it. I’ve actually had a very good time at yoga classes when I’ve gone with friends (including the same friend who took me to Bar). I’m just NO good at it. I can’t mentally get into the ohm-ing/meditation part. Even worse, I’m the least flexible person you know. I can’t even do downward facing dog correctly. My heels won’t go all the way to the ground. If that is difficult for me imagine what the rest of yoga class is like. Bar Method gives me that meditative time out my stressful life needs. As much as I’m sure I’d love the verbal group excitement of a class like Zumba I wasn’t lookimg for rambunctious fun. I spend the entire time in Bar Method methodically breathing. I’m talking about the giving birth labor type breathing for the entire hour. This gives me a meditative type calm. Well as meditative as I’m going to get anyway. It also has just enough stretching to piss me off but not make me feel like a loser. Which is the PERFECT amount. With Bar Method I feel like I get a sprinkle of yoga and therefore it’s benefits without making me hang my head in shame due to lack of ability.
* It really does change your body for the better. While swimming I chant two things over and over in my head. one is the lap number I’m on and the other is “lean and long.” Running does not make me lean and long so I’m always trying to find things that will. Bar Method is definitely a lean and long look. While doing round back (sit in a lounge position against the wall w/ your arms up pushing against the bar and one leg at a time lifted as high and straight as possible as you go through a series of leg lifts and such) I will often look at my leg and be impressed with the “lean and long” look. It keeps me going through that horrific exercise! I also love the swimmer without the heaftyness arm/shoulder look I get. I adore swimming. I miss swimming. I wish I was swimming right now. I have a list of things I will do once I get a job again and have money … swimming is on that list. What I don’t like about swimming is after a week I look like a linebacker for the Ravens. No man likes a women whose shoulders are broader than theirs. Bar Method gives me the fit upper body look without looking like I need to throw on some gear and hit the field. I’d like to say I lost a zillion pounds but I haven’t. I’ve gotten fitter, no doubt about it, but I’m not a tiny petite doe. Others have lost weight so look to them for that. I blame traveling over the past year. I missed a number of classes and on top of that feasted on wine and nachos for comfort while on the road.
* I love feeling like a ballerina even if it is for a few minutes. Those few minutes only happen when I put on my ballet shoes and anytime I “point my toe strongly.” Pointing my toe is really the only ballet I’ve ever mastered. All in all I have the grace and flexibility of an elephant. No worries. In my head I’m magnificent!
* It’s never easy. I’m always hurting. I know it isn’t the best thing for your body to do the same exercise all the time. Your body gets use to it and you are only working those specific muscles the same way over and over. I figure my hiking and other activities work well sprinkled in between my Bar Method classes. Not to mention I’m always hurting after class. Sometimes not hurting a lot but always hurting somewhere! Although every class is similar and follows the same outline each is different and those little differences, when done correctly, can really hit different muscles and/or work them diffently. That means ouch. The good ouch.
* The people are nice. That’s all I have to say about that. Nice people are cool.
* The teachers are extremely helpful. I need help. Serious, serious help. I hate doing something and knowing I’m doing it incorrectly but not knowing how to fix it. The teachers at Bar Method will help you fix your form. What’s the point of paying hard-earned cash, getting in some stretchy pants, driving to a studio, and going through the motions if you aren’t going to benefit from it because you are doing it wrong? One time I was walking back to my car and a woman stopped me. She had just been in class with me and asked if I benefited from the exercise. When I told her I had she said she didn’t feel anything and felt like she needed to go to the gym now to get a workout. Since at that moment every muscle in my butt and legs were still shaking I responded, “you are doing it wrong.” That leads me to my final point …
* The classes are as hard as you want them to be. The teacher will be there to help and push you but really it is up to you. You know when you can feel it and when you are cheating yourself. I’m not saying that is bad. Maybe rhythmic breathing for an hour is all you can emotionally do today. Fine. Tomorrow be ready to get your booty kicked!

So I know you love your Zumba, your Cardio Barre, your ExtremeSpin, your Antigravity Yoga, your P90X and on and on. I love my Bar Method.

Pass it on:

  • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
  • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
  • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
  • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
  • More
  • Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn
Like Loading...

The Way to My Heart (aka things you already know)

19 Tuesday Jul 2011

Posted by wendynewell in online dating, Riggins, Uncategorized

≈ 3 Comments

Tags

crazy talk, online dating, Riggins, runyon

(I haven’t gone on a rant lately about my love for my dog.  I think it is time!  And I apologize right now.  I tend to get emotional and drop FBombs and other unladylike language when I’m riled up.  So buckle up … here we go!)

You know how they say a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach (do people still say that … my Grandma Newell certainly thought that, she bought me a big ol’ recipe book once to help in my hunt for a man.  I’ve opened that book twice.  Once to see how long to cook a baked potato and once to see how to make pork chops.  The pork chops were a hit … to a man even, until the second time I tried to make them and didn’t have apple juice so substituted with wine.  Don’t look at me like that.  It totally makes sense.  Wine is made from grapes — fruit so it is essentially a fruit juice and people use wine for cooking all the time. The purple pork chops kinda ruined that recipe for me.  Oh I did open it once to figure out what “sear” meant.  I read it, and decided that was a dumb idea and ignored the instruction to “sear” whatever protein had demanded I look it up in the first place.)?  Well the way to my heart is through my family.  Which means Riggins!

Yes despite the local mall and grocery’s parking lot definition my family is not an “adult with children” but an “adult with dog.”  Don’t even get me started on those dumb ass signs … too late I’m started.  How dare you random parking lot for suggesting I’m not a family.  Who the hell do you think you are?  Take your dumb ass 17th century sign and definition and shove it up your ass.  Do black tops have asses?  I don’t care.  Find your ass and shove it up there.  I know I know I shouldn’t take the parking lot sign as an attack about me and my life choices and bad boyfriend luck as they are only trying to make someone’s life easier.  But I do take it personally even if that is not logical.  So they can shove it … well you know.

Whew … I feel better.

Riggins and I are a family and anyone who accepts that IMMEDIATELY becomes my friend.  Riggins is everything.  He is my baby, my friend, my hiking companion, someone who loves me NO MATTER WHAT, and my protector in my not so great neighborhood.  It is because of him and his protection that I have the ability to live where I do and with the freedom I do.  It is because of him that I know my neighborhood as well as I do, know neighbors, and fun/funny/interesting things about the area since we walk that area every day.  It is because of him that I get out of my house to hang out at parks, walk around Silver Lake and see characters (seriously want some good people watching … go take a stroll around the lake), hike Runyon with the stars, and constantly have something to smile about.  If you don’t get that … if that doesn’t make sense to you … if you think that makes me a loony … well too bad for you!

Okay … once I had a date with a guy who picked a place to meet where I could bring Riggins.  I loved him instantly.  He spent the date feeding Riggins mashed potatoes from his fork.  Riggins jumped up and lounged on his lap peaking up at me as if to say, “I choose this guy …” Turns out he loved Riggins, and not so much me.  And to be honest loved Riggins a bit too much … and this is  ME saying this.  So I suppose you can go too far.

I was recently asked a question on Eharmony, Match, I forget which, about my relationship with animals (pets).  I ignored all the suggested responses and typed in, “I love my dog more than most people.”  Was it perhaps off-putting for me to type that?  Probably.  I don’t care.  Better you know now.  It was the first time I actually liked one of those silly get to know you cookie cutter question.  I liked the guy for asking.

You know what actor I love the most?  More than any other? Eriq La Salle.  Eriq La who?  Salle.  AKA that African-American dude from ER.  I LOVE HIM.  Why?  All because of his interactions with Riggins.  One day, years ago, I was on Runyon with Riggins.  We go almost every weekend and, in his mind, the hill now belongs to him.   He doesn’t stay next to me during our hike.  OOOOOOOHHHHHHH NO!  He’s got places to go and people to see.  He is, usually, ahead of me checking out whatever there is to check out or forcing someone to pet him.  Most of the time he will run pretty far ahead of me (I know this annoys other people there but I’m sure you are not shocked to find out my response is “tough toodles”) then will stop and hang out looking back until he sees I’m safely coming up the path before taking off full speed again.  One day I saw this very tall man leaning over yelling at Riggins.  My mom, “don’t F with my baby”, attitude kicked in and I stormed toward the duo ready to TAKE THAT ASSHOLE DOWN.  As I got closer I realized it was Eriq La Salle.  Now I’ve had run ins with celebrities on Runyon before.  Because … well … frankly … most are douches.  More stories for another post.  So I got closer ready to let Eriq feel the Wendy wrath!  Just before opening my mouth to take the man down I realized he was trying to stop Riggins from eating poo.  ERIQ LA SALLE STOPPED RIGGINS FROM EATING POO!  Isn’t that awesome!?!  He was looking out for Riggins!  I did a 180 with my attitude and have loved the guy ever since.  When he was on an episode of Covert Affairs last season I made Riggins come in to the TV room to watch.  I explained that it was the nice man from the hill.  I see Mr. La Salle almost every weekend and he is a DELIGHT.  Not only is he super nice to Riggins (which is all you really need to know) both him and his hiking partner (son maybe — although really I have no idea) will nod or say hello and are always happy.  BTW no one says hi on that hill … NO ONE.  Well a few people but most don’t.  Sometimes I make it a game to see how many people I can force to say  hello or good morning to me.  Mr. La Salle and partner never let me down!  I can always count on them.  Nice to me AND Riggins.  How do I find a guy like that?

So there is your hot tip single men of the world.  How do you get me to love you?  Be like Eriq La Salle and not creepy like mash potato dude.  Love my dog the perfect amount and understand that he is my family.

Pass it on:

  • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
  • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
  • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
  • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
  • More
  • Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn
Like Loading...

HAPPY 6TH B-DAY RIGGINS!

22 Wednesday Jun 2011

Posted by wendynewell in Uncategorized

≈ 1 Comment

SUPER CUTIE!!!

Mommy loves you!

Pass it on:

  • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
  • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
  • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
  • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
  • More
  • Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn
Like Loading...

Like Mother Like Son

02 Thursday Jun 2011

Posted by wendynewell in Uncategorized

≈ 2 Comments

You know how they say dogs look like their owners (or owners like their dogs)?  I never thought that applied to Riggins and me.  We just look too different to look the same.  I’ve changed my mind.

Last weekend, a lovely 3 day aka 3 hiking day long weekend, I was up at the hill with Riggins and saw a lovely lady walking her Golden Retriever.  Both were summer regal and I was jealous of her Tennessee Williams looking frock.  She had on breezy khaki pants with a gauzy white blouse and a stylish tan wide-brimmed hat.  Her and her dog were a picture of a spring/summer jaunt.  The perfect complementary couple!

I wanted that outfit.  For 1/2 a second until I realized there is no way in hell I’d buy that outfit.  I’ve own one pair of khaki pants ever and only wore them on the job, when I was a plumber.  I hated them.  The last gauzy style blouse I bought was at The Gap recently.  I was trying to mirror the stylish look of one of the store dummies but when push came to shove I scooped up the black vs. white blouse.  I couldn’t do it.  First of all white or any pastel isn’t me and secondly white is a pit stain disaster waiting to happen on sweaty ol’ me.

So I passed the flow-y lady and regal dog in my tight black yoga shorts and black top with a (you guessed it) black baseball cap secured to the top of my head with adorable Riggins happily strutting along beside me.

Fancy lady belonged with her dog.  I belonged with Riggins!

Here are the similarities I discovered once I thought about it for a while (aka the hike that day):

* Riggins is black.  I am not black — but drawn to dark and/or basic strong primary colors (red, green, blue).  The closest I get to pastel is yellow.  Although a bright cheery yellow!

* Riggins has striking and bold colored eyes.  I have striking and bold colored eyes.

* Riggins has a broad chest.  I have broad shoulders (that would be even broader if I swam more).

* Both Riggins and I are deceivingly strong that isn’t noticed on first glance but upon second you can see the muscle tone (him more than me — if I’m to be super honest).

* Both of us have a slightly uncomfortable gait that smooths out when focused on a hill or race.

* Both of us have adorable short hair that can be easily messed up by sweat, slobber, or sleeping wrong.

* Both of us have big ol’ super white teeth.

* Both of us have long narrow faces.

* Both of us are super adorable.

So you see!  We do look a like … a bit.  Like mother like son!

Pass it on:

  • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
  • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
  • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
  • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
  • More
  • Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn
Like Loading...

Blah blah blah

18 Wednesday May 2011

Posted by wendynewell in Uncategorized

≈ Leave a comment

I’ve been so bored by emailing via match.com and other such dating sites lately.  Snooze fest.  I realized today that my email responses have become nothing more than random train of thoughts.  Practically as interesting as reading a grocery list.

I just responded to an email from a guy saying I had read about the gentleman who at 25,000 (or something like that) Big Macs and I’m sorry, but that is all I can think of right now.  How super delicious a Big Mac washed down with a good cabernet would be.

So really putting less than zero effort into the entire thing.  I’m sure they read it and say “What the h e double hockey sticks is wrong with this chick???” as they casually but firmly hit the delete button.

I don’t come off well on email, or in person, if I’m bored.  Really you don’t want to make me bored.  Much like you don’t want to make the Hulk angry.  It doesn’t turn out well for anyone involved.

Pass it on:

  • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
  • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
  • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
  • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
  • More
  • Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn
Like Loading...

Who Needs a Nap?

13 Wednesday Apr 2011

Posted by wendynewell in Uncategorized

≈ 1 Comment

Me.  That’s who.  I need a nap.  I’m EXHAUSTED.  Although as I’ve pointed out before I live in a constant state of exhausting.  I’ve decided it’s normal.  It has to be.  I don’t do any more than anyone else on this planet (or some people on this planet) and they seem to get through a day without their head crashing to their desk.   I blame my blood pressure meds and exercise.  I know people, those with kids and such, who do seem to do more than me but I really think it is the physically exercise that kicks me in the bum and makes my body crave 9 hours of sleep.  That’s what I need 9.  I’m lucky to get 7.  That math = tired.

Although I do a lot.  Let’s review my last few days.

Friday – 6:15 up to get ready for work. 8:00 -5:00 work. 6:00 home to change. 6:30 to dinner. 8:00 theatre. 10:30 bed & reading.  11:30 ish asleep.

Saturday – 6:00 up to get ready for 5K.  8:30 5K at Santa Anita.  10 Grocery story for meatball things for party.  10:30 Make meatball things. 11:30 Dog park 2:00 NAP & TV TIME!!! (Black Swan on VOD – Horrible movie.  Include guilt on watching that much TV instead of going for a bike ride) 6:00 Friends 40th b-day party. 10:30 bed & reading.  11:30 ish asleep.

Sunday – 6:00 up to get ready for 5K.  8:00 5K at Balboa Lake. 10:30 NAP & TV TIME!!! Noon – Hiking with friend and dogs. 3:00 Mr. Ink It (when we “made” the date his response was “ink it” as in “don’t use a pencil we are so on you can be confident and use an ink pen to put that on your calendar) cancelled because he was at a 40th b-day party the night before and was in “no shape” to go out.  I controlled my impulse to tell him I too went to a 40th b-day party the night before, woke up and ran a 5K, hiked a mountain, and was still planning to make our date.  Instead I just rescheduled.  3:30 TV TIME!!!! 5:00 Get ready for dinner. 6:00 Pick up friend for dinner & dinner.  9:00 TV TIME!!! 10:00 bed to read. 11:00 ish asleep.

Monday – 6:15 up to get ready for work. 8:00 -5:00 work. 6:00 home to change and flop on the sofa vs. taking poor Riggins for a walk.  7:00 off to bar method class.  7:30 – 8:30 bar method class.  9:00 TV TIME!!! 10:00 Book and bed.  11:00 ish asleep.

Tuesday – 6:15 up to get ready for work. 8:00 -5:00 work. 6:00 home to change.  6:30 off to meet Mr. Ink It. 7-8:30 on my best Wendy date behavior (which is more exhausting than anything else I’ve done over the past few days).  9:00 TV TIME!!!! 10:00 book and bed.  11:30 ish (it was a good part of the book) asleep.

I’M SO EXHAUSTED RIGHT NOW.  SERIOUSLY.  I wish I was one of those people that could be “refreshed” after 4 hours of sleep.  But I’m not.  I’m just not.  What is the chance I can sneak off to my car for a quick nap????

Pass it on:

  • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
  • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
  • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
  • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
  • More
  • Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn
Like Loading...

Condescending is the New Black

13 Wednesday Apr 2011

Posted by wendynewell in Uncategorized

≈ 2 Comments

I had a match.com date last night and it confirmed a few “guy” theories I’ve had for a while.

1.  Condescending is the New Black.  75% (guessing at the percentage here) of guys are condescending on the first (or more) date.  Remember the guy who talked to me like I was a dog.  Going as far as saying “that’s my good girl.”  I could tell he was controlling himself from patting on my head but it was only a matter of time.  I tend to write off the first date “condescending” tone as first dates are hard and don’t count.  BUT it does color my thoughts of you for the second date so why do you do it dudes?  Why?

The more I think about it the more I realize it isn’t just my dates.  I’ve seen male friends, I like, kick it into “take down the wife” mode when in social situations.  There was even an episode about it on a sitcom last week.  Don’t ask me which one because I don’t know.  One of those sitcoms that is funny but you know it isn’t going to last long so you don’t invest too much time in it.  Why is this the go to coping mechanism when they feel unsettled at a party?

The gentleman last night was nice-ish.  He get’s the “ish” for his condescending tone.  His constant need to prove he knew more about everything than me was exhausting.  A gal can only nod her head and say, “wow really” so many times.  I dare say he went as far as to scoff at me a few times.

Now I realize guys are delicate flowers and need to feel like they are more important, knowledgeable, stronger, blah blah blah.  But come on guys.  Is verbally mocking me the only way to do this?  It’s like they see a strong, smart woman who can successfully take care of herself and they think, “Screw this.  It’s time to take  this lady down a few pegs.”  Look guys, I get enough of that kind of attitude at work.  I can give you the same response I do there, “I’m perfectly happy putting up a banner above my office door that says, ‘[fill in name] is smarter and more important than me.’ if it means you will stop this nonsense.”  Difference being I get paid to take that abuse at work.  Last time I checked I’m not getting cash from this drinks date.

2.  Guys like to think the are Lance Armstrong.  All of them … most of them … a large percentage of them, ride bikes aka “are cyclists.”  I don’t know what it is but men, single men, douchebags, are drawn to that sport like moths to a flame.  They love love love it and the love love love when they realize I have a baby toe in the sport (as someone who does triathlons and therefore is forced to ride a bike a specific distance) and then they are in heaven.  They can scold me on my bike choice, lack of clipping in, training plans, etc.  They can scoff (I used the word earlier and it seemed so appropriate —- I can picture the face that goes with it.  Like he just ate a piece of lemon.) at my lack of knowledge around the “sport.”  Here is how the conversations always go:

Guy – (Constant blah blah blahing about cycling during this entire inner Wendy monologue)

Wendy – (Sip. – Wow this is a brilliant Tom Collins.)  Really?  That’s interesting.  (Sip.  Sip.  I love slushy ice.  Every drink should have slushy ice.)  I had no idea.  That’s a really good plan. (Sip. Sip.  Crap he is still on a roll with this cycling thing and I’m almost done with my delicious drink. I need to slow down.  Sip.)  Wow.  (Sip.  Just ice now.  But DELICIOUS Tom Collins ice.  I can work with this.)  Seriously.  That’s amazing.  (Oh Tom Collins ice.  You are delicious and I love you.  Slurp.  Slurp.)  Uh huh. (I could order another one but then I’ll be stuck here for so much longer.  I have to make this one last.  Slurp.)  You sure know a lot about cycling. (Crap.  Slurp.  I shouldn’t have said that now he got his second wind.)  Wow.  Fancy. (I have no idea what he is saying.  Slurp.  Slurp.  I may need one more if this continues much longer.)

AND SCENE!

Pass it on:

  • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
  • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
  • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
  • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
  • More
  • Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn
Like Loading...

I HATE YOU EHARMONY

24 Thursday Mar 2011

Posted by wendynewell in Uncategorized

≈ 1 Comment

(I’m going to ignore that I haven’t posted in a long time and just move on.)

A few weeks back I became overly annoyed at match.com.  Well not so much at the site itself but at the “men” on the site.  They refuse, R E F U S E, to meet in person for a date.   WHAT IS THE POINT OF BEING ON A DATING SITE IF YOU DON’T WANT TO DATE?  No really.  I want someone to answer that for me.  I’ll wait …….  Sigh.  So in a moment of weakness I whipped out my credit card and joined eharmony.com.

It took me about 0.2 minutes to remember why I always shied away from eharmony in the past.  Let’s ignore the fact that their commercials seem cult like and move on with the cold hard facts:

1. They don’t allow for gay relationships.  This does not apply to me but morally it gives me pause.  You know … NOH8.

2. They are religious based.  I don’t know this for a fact just for a kinda rumorish fact so fact enough for me!  This was made more obvious when “atheism” wasn’t a religious choice.  You could be “spiritual but not religious” and if you read my blog you know my feelings toward that chicken answer or “not spiritual and not religious” which, by wording it that way, should really just say, “damned to hell.”

3. Their “formula” is obviously a big steaming pile of bullshit.  This is based on the “matches” they have sent me that just ignore all the things I find important like age, religion, and “want child” compatibility.

4.  HARDEST SITE TO NAVIGATE EVER.  I no loser.  I know my way around a computer.  You set me in front of a website or program and I’ll intuitively figure out how to use it.  I’m not bragging that is just who I am.  My logical/mathematical/physics brain takes over and it is easy breezy.  But this site is a DISASTER.  Honestly it’s navigation or lack there of makes no sense and drives me batty.  I feel like I’m in a different universe were up is down and down is up.  I often mutter “what the hell does that mean” or “why can’t I just go back to the communications page” or “why does that idiot I keep closing keep popping up” or “why does eharmony’s God hate me” or “grrrrrrrrrr!!!!!”

So here is the sum of my experience so far.

The guys still don’t want to actually go out in person for an actual real human date and I HATE EHARMONY!!!!!!

Pass it on:

  • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
  • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
  • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
  • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
  • More
  • Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn
Like Loading...

Why bother?

17 Monday Jan 2011

Posted by wendynewell in Uncategorized

≈ 2 Comments

From a Match.com profile of someone who “winked” at me …

“About him & Who he’s looking for

I would hate to bore you by telling you how wonderful I am by attaching to my name a bunch of flattering adjectives. I am sure that you have already found this about two hundred times in all the other profiles. I believe that words are cheap, but actions speak much louder, so why bother?

I am looking for a woman who has her stuff in order. Your confidence shines throughout your beauty. Your place is clean most of the time and you enjoy cooking at least twice per week. I cook the other 3 days and we can eat out the remaining 2.

If you still talk to your ex boyfriend, that is a sign of weakness, and you haven’t moved on yet. Your friends are important to you. Usually, there is one friend that always needs an advice or an extra hand. I know you will be there. I admire that. I will make you stronger, and I will discover new things in you what no one has yet.

A woman with good credit and not too much debt is a plus. Let me surprise you in our first date.”

Is it just me or does this seem oddly specific?

Pass it on:

  • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
  • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
  • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
  • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
  • More
  • Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn
Like Loading...

I Have No Clue if I Have a Solar Spirit

10 Monday Jan 2011

Posted by wendynewell in online dating, Uncategorized

≈ 2 Comments

Tags

online dating

I haven’t shared any Match.com profiles lately.  Honestly I haven’t paid very much attention but I thought I’d share this one.  This “gentleman” broke 5 of my Match.com rules:

* Pictures of himself shirtless.  In fact 5 out of 10 of his pictures required him to take his shirt off.

* Profile written in all caps.  Who, at this point, doesn’t know that all caps via the computer = yelling.  Who knows.  Maybe he really is yelling his profile.  Maybe he feels that you are so mesmerized by his abs that you he needs to yell to be heard.

* Inability to use spell check.   I can’t spell, so usually can’t pick on people for misspelled words.  BUT in this case I think I can.

* Use of any kind of emoticon.

* Excessive use of punctuation.  It’s annoying.

His profile –

“About him & Who he’s looking for

WOW!!! IF I SAY EVERYTHING ABOUT ME HERE THAN…? WHAT WILL BE THE SURPRISE!?!?!? HOWEVER I’M LOOKING FOR PEOPLE WHO LIKE TO ENJOY LIFE! POLYTE AND EDUCATED BUT WITH A SOLAR SPIRIT TO SHOW HAPPYNESS!I LIKE TO PLAY MANY SPORTS… AND I LIKE VERY MUCH SALSA! WHOT ABOUT YOU? ;)”
Seriously … what is a “solar spirit?”

Pass it on:

  • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
  • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
  • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
  • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
  • More
  • Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn
Like Loading...
← Older posts
Newer posts →

Most Recent Popular Posts:

  • A Statement Piece - How-To
  • Mind Your Manners
  • Lessons in Online Dating Rules

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 536 other subscribers

Wendy’s Twitter Feed

Tweets by WendyNewell
Follow Me Myself & Riggins on WordPress.com

Wendy's Instagram (@wnewell)

No Instagram images were found.

Archives

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use.
To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy
  • Subscribe Subscribed
    • Me Myself & Riggins
    • Join 157 other subscribers
    • Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
    • Me Myself & Riggins
    • Subscribe Subscribed
    • Sign up
    • Log in
    • Report this content
    • View site in Reader
    • Manage subscriptions
    • Collapse this bar
 

Loading Comments...
 

    %d