Confessions of A Naughty Girl

Get Off Your Ass - The Dog Didn't Eat Your Monitor

Wow. Good thing "write more in blog" wasn't a 2007 resolution, or I'd be failing miserably. Whoever said that life slows down in January was a serious f*cking moron. I have never been more busy, or more excited, or more backed up on the blog due to living too much life...but I am leaving for Paris (yes, Paris!) in two days for a mini-vacation while my sister takes a deposition for work, and I just can't sleep. I owe you a blog. Let's hear it.

Dating someone new is always a very tricky game. It's exciting, it's exhausting, and it's...well, suspect. Especially if you know absolutely nothing about the person prior to the dating. There's a total feeling-out process that lasts hours, days, and even months as you attempt to maneuver the Jedi mind trick of behavior prediction (and that's if you even last that long).

I've been fortunate in most of past relationships to have known the guy in some other capacity prior to the dating. As with anything, this had its benefits and its drawbacks, but I always found it beneficial to know about the person because it helps to keep perspective. Knowing someone beforehand affords you the intelligence to understand what the relationship will be like - how often you'll talk or see one another, or how he'd handle certain situations. And if worse comes to worst, you can always remind them that you remember that they peed their pants in 5th grade. You know, maturely remind them.

An added layer of difficulty gets thrown into the mix when not only do you have no prior history with the person in any way, but also, you met them randomly. No mutual friends, no setups...I mean, here is a total random stranger who wants to take you out to dinner. What the hell do you do? It's a little unnerving!

In this day and age of our little global village, we are lucky enough to rely on Al Gore's internet to help us research these things and make sure we know a little something. Some of us choose to ignore our homework and allow ourselves to be "surprised" - I'm talking to you Amber Frey and pretty much anyone who dated Ted Bundy - but most of us rely on Google to help us out. I mean, who is this person? Did they really go to school? Do they really work where they say they do?

Hopefully we aren't surprised in a bad way. Hopefully that search under "sex offenders" turns up empty, no record of firstname-lastname anywhere in the database - hooray! Hopefully we're not a little weirded out, like the time I typed my friend Matt's name into Google and found out that a) he played the trumpet in high school (no current evidence of that, so this was a shock) and b) his nickname was "Snatch". I now do willingly admit that my merciless taunting might have contributed to the demise of that friendship.

And yet sometimes we are surprised in a good way, as I was when I decided to look up one of the guys I am dating. All I had to do was type in his first name, last name, and profession (all of which I will not share with you in order to protect his privacy), and there he was - I found a series of posts from the latest talking about work-related information on a professional blog. (See above post for more on that.) I clicked on the link and read, and can honestly say that after reading about things I had no understanding of whatsoever, I was completely pleased...and a little turned-on. Who knew he wrote so intelligently? Who knew he could put those things together? Good Lord, take your clothes off, man. You're hot.

I feel much better now.

posted by KA @ 8:39 PM