Thursday, December 30

I did it!!






I did it, it was hard, but I actually turned a guy down. He took me to a concert, and then called two days later, and asked me out again. The first date was really awkward, he is just off his mission and looking for LOVE! Quick love too. I knew that he was really liking me, so I didn't want to say "yes" to another date and make him think I was digging him too... because I WAS NOT. 
So when he called, I sucked it up and told him it just wasn't going to work. He said "maybe some other time..." and I said "thanks for calling..."  


Think what you like, about me being a jerk about not going with him again... But I do have a rule to at least go on the first one with no judgments. I am just glad that I was brave enough to be true to my feelings and say "no." No, I wont go out with you just because I feel bad for you.  No, I won't go out with your just because you asked, thanks though.
I could tell he was let down, but it is better to be honest then make up excuses right? 

Friday, December 24

have a HoLLy JOllY CHRISTmas!

"Ho Ho the mistletoe hung where you can see..."


                  
Mistletoe sparked my interest today and I thought I’d share:

Mistletoe is actually a parasite plant. It grows on trees and sends its roots into the tree to suck up nutrients.   

In the Middle Ages, mistletoe was hung to ward off evil spirits and in Europe it prevents the entrance of witches. It was considered to bestow fertility; a protection against poison; and is an aphrodisiac.

Kissing under the mistletoe is first found associated with the Greek festival of Saturnalia and later with primitive marriage rites. In Scandinavia, mistletoe was considered a plant of peace, where warring spouses can kiss and make-up.

Later, the eighteenth-century English credited with a certain magical appeal called a kissing ball. At Christmas time a young lady standing under a ball of mistletoe, brightly trimmed with evergreens, ribbons, and ornaments, cannot refuse to be kissed. Such a kiss could mean deep romance or lasting friendship and goodwill. If the girl remained unkissed, she can expect to marry the following year. In some parts of England the Christmas mistletoe is burned on the twelfth night lest all the boys and girls who have kissed under it never marry.

Even if the pagan significance has been long forgotten, the custom of exchanging a kiss under the mistletoe can still be found around the world. Now if a couple in love exchanges a kiss under the mistletoe, it is interpreted as a promise to marry, as well as a prediction of happiness and long life.

After reading over this I have decided a few things:

One: Isn’t it interesting how this “aphrodisiac,” this love inducer, is also a parasite. It’s true that relationships, at times, are parasitic: one half relying on the other for strength, and vice versa. I dare all of you who have a special someone to look into their eyes and affectionately call them a parasite… let me know what happens.

Two: I may start putting mistletoe in my apartment year-round to ward off catty, evil, witchy girls, and also to use it against poisonous relationships.

Three: In a world of divorce, we should follow the Scandinavians.

Four: I need to go to a kissing ball, and if I follow the old ways I hope not to be kissed.  If we are following the modern ways I hope to be kissed.  Either way it equals marriage in 2011… HAPPY NEW YEAR!



All my mistletoe information was found at:
http://www.theholidayspot.com/christmas/history/mistletoe.htm

Sunday, December 19

History Repeats

This is in direct correlation with my last post, but I thought I'd separate them a bit. 

I had the same thing happen in high school. This is how my best friend and I both had the same boy for a first kiss. (Luckily I was the one who was HIS first kiss.)  We had just broken up and my best friend comes and "asks permission" to date him.  (Like I could even say no!)  

In this situation, the relationship didn't last long. They dated for a short while, it was a classic high school relationship.  

I guess I should take it as a compliment that my friends want to date my leftovers. I must be on the right track since they are great guys. Just I hope, one of these times the guy is great for me!    

They're Married!

Congrats to my good girlfriend who got married this weekend. 



I'm glad they ended up together, I really am.  Even though he was one of the ones I mentioned in this post. I moved out and I guess you could say she moved in, figuratively of course.  

She called me about a month after I had moved and said that she liked him and they were going to start dating.  She was crying, and I know sincere that she didn't want to hurt me.  It wasn't like anything could have happened with me and him, since I had moved out of state. I of course gave my permission, and now they are married. 

I realize now, how perfect they are for each other, and I do believe that if it was meant to work out for us it would have.   

The Second and Last Date

I was set up with Paul after he stopped by my work to talk to one of my coworkers.  I told her I thought Paul was cute so she said she would set us up.  


Paul Bettany


Our first date went well.  He made me dinner, (I LOVE a man who can cook!) and took me bowling.  I STINK at bowling, and of course he was amazing, but I didn't mind.  Paul felt really bad about it, but I'm a good sport, and not that competitive,  so I still had fun.  He then took me to a movie, where I was hoping he would hold my hand, but didn't.  I had a lot of hope after this first date.... 

Then I went on the second one.

He sent me a text one day asking when we could go out again.  This was after a few texts finding that I  had booked weekends.  I thought it was super sweet of him to be so persistent that we go out again.  (I find persistence attractive, weird I know!)  So we made the date for the next weekend.  

First strike against him: He forgot where I live.  He lives less than five minutes away from me, and I live in a really remote area. OK not really that bad until I get in his car and he doesn't remember a THING about me!!! Granted we did talk a lot about him the first date, but that means he should at least remember the FEW basic things we talked about me. He didn't even remember what school I went to, let alone what I was studying.  W-O-W.  At this point, the first five seconds in the car, I was worried.  

He then says he is starving and that we are going to go to In-and-Out..... "because it's cheap."  Yes, ladies and gents, he just HAD to include that little tid-bit. Once we get there and step up to order he turns to the lady and asks if they have a student discount.  So first he's taking me there because it's cheap, and then he wants it to be CHEAPER!  Man I feel important. Can't even pay for a full price hamburger for me. 

He then informs me we are going laser tagging.  So much for the heads up, I was wearing slip-on shoes, not so great for running.  

We get to the laser tag place, and luckily the laser tagging was down, so we decided to play around the arcade. He says to me that he is just going to buy two season passes.  Immediately I know one of them is not for me to keep.  I decided to avoid the awkwardness and escape to the bathroom.  I get back right in time for the poor, teenage employee to be asking for my information.  Paul tries to explain that he just wants it for whenever he brings anyone with him there. She then turns to us and says, "oh, I thought you were married."  No, my dear, and as she is still confused about how he wants to bring other dates back, I turn to her and tell her that she needs to ask her manager if it is even possible.  It wasn't.  

I had luckily told him at the beginning of the date that I had an early class in the morning. By halfway through the date when he asked me what time I needed to be home, and I said 9, he didn't object.  I did enjoy the go-carts, but I was alone for that part....

Right before we left something grand happened.  With the ticket he purchased me I got 10 tokens for the arcade.  On my second token, I won 500 tickets!!!!!  Luck and skill baby, luck and skill!  This little 10 year old came up to me, as I am standing there as the machine feeds all it's tickets to me, and just stares.  Yes, little kids envy me.  Now if I only had that luck at the casinos..... or with men!!! 

We shared the tickets and got a ton of little dumb trinkets.  
I haven't heard from him since.

Lessons learned:

It is always, ALWAYS, a good idea to have a backup plan. 

All of his date asking was through texting.  RED FREAKING FLAG!  I need someone who cares enough about me to remember me, and to actually call me!  

I understand the whole poor college student life, I get that.  It's the talking about it, and repeating it that kills me.  If you want to use a coupon on the first date, be discrete.  If you want to save a few extra pennies and get a season pass: go beforehand. No tact. For the first dates try and go out of your way for a good impression.   

Sunday, December 12

(trying) Patiently to wait for Mr. Right

"Patience is not indifference.  Actually, it is caring very much, but being willing, nevertheless, to submit both to the Lord and to what the scriptures call the ‘process of time.’
Patience is tied very closely to faith in our Heavenly Father. Actually, when we are unduly impatient, we are suggesting that we know what is best--better than does God.  Or, at least, we are asserting that our timetable is better than his. Either way we are questioning the reality of God’s omniscience, as if, as some seem to believe, God were on some sort of postdoctoral fellowship…
We read in Mosiah about how the Lord simultaneously tried the patience of his people even as he tries their faith. One is not only to endure—but to endure well and gracefully those things which the Lord ‘seeth fit to inflict upon us."
-Elder Neal A. Maxwell

Saturday, December 11

Leave it to Beaver

Leave it to my best friend to leave me a message, right before I made the last post, to remind me that life is good.  I didn't have my phone on me at the time when I last posted, therefore I got the message after.  

Her wise words of wisdom:  Be grateful that I don't have the couple-pressure of finding the perfect Christmas gift for him.
It's true, I don't have to worry about splitting time between his family and mine for the holidays, or making sure that I give him a wonderful present. 

I feel a tiny bit better now, at least I now have something to console myself with.  

Thank heavens for best friends, because they help put things back into perspective.
(they also help you stalk really cute boys, I have two stories about that later!)

Happy Weekend!

It's SATURDAY night.  I hope you all had fun plans, maybe a date, or just a night out with the girls.  

Me?  Well I worked all day and then went to dinner with my parents. Cool right?  I love my parents, but I can't help but wish that I had a special someone to fill the empty seat beside me.  
Third wheel with the parents…happy weekend.

Thursday, December 9

All I want for Christmas...

"I won't ask for much this Christmas 
I don't even wish for snow 
I'm just gonna keep on waiting 
Underneath the mistletoe" 



There is something about this season that makes a heart lonely.  I've decided it doesn't help that there are all the Hallmark Christmas specials ending with true love.  


My wish this year: a boyfriend.  


....I'd even settle with a good date, maybe one that has us seeing the lights up at Temple Square.  Oh and maybe some hot chocolate, and hand holding would be nice.  
Yes, Santa, if you could grant this year's Christmas wish I would be most grateful.
Yours truly,
Ava



Monday, December 6

Cruel, Cruel Irony

I thought this was just too good that I just had to share.

I got together with a girlfriend this past weekend that I haven't seen in a while.  I was asking her about her beau and she told me is he actually married now.   

Get this:  to a girl with her same name. Some guys have a thing for blonds, or short girls, or dancers. Nope he has a thing for the name Katherine.


Katharine McPhee



Kathryn Morris



Katherine (kat) Von D


         
Katherine Heigl

Ironic Right?