tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161521522026-03-31T15:33:11.326-04:00He Loves Me NotWhen God closes a door, He opens window. Just not too wide I hope. All kinds of things can get in.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.comBlogger901125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16152152.post-84280406811529470902015-03-04T17:51:00.001-05:002015-03-05T10:28:22.997-05:00"Post Script," Alternate Title: "He Remembered Things," AlternateTitle: "Let It Go""If you would have given me a few more years, I would have married you."
Christopher was typing into Facebook messenger. I had heard from him two or three times over the years. All of those times he was incoherent either from alcohol or mental illness or what have you. I don't know why. But this time he was clear.
"I gave you a year and you wouldn't leave your apartment!" I typed back.
"That Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16152152.post-37363110363685929212013-08-24T08:00:00.002-04:002021-05-20T15:09:03.783-04:00That's all Folks!
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Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16152152.post-28644927720877484642013-08-23T13:53:00.000-04:002013-09-16T15:10:35.126-04:00On datingThis last post took forever to write. I wanted to list what I learned from dating like I had done for blogging. But I still wrestle with the fact of whether I learned anything at all. All those self-help books, all those bad dates, did I ever really get better at it? I think I just got really, really lucky.
South Carolina Bestie was a little kinder in her observation. "I think it's a little bitSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16152152.post-14136315452723119552013-08-14T11:44:00.000-04:002013-08-14T11:44:30.543-04:00On BloggingHe Loves Me Not is turning eight this month. Eight years.
I hope I've grown in those eight years. I mean, I know I have. The first page of my blog reads of a scared 24-year-old girl, not of an engaged 32-year-old. But steps I've taken were so small that they didn't feel like leaps and bounds. It's only with time you can turn around and realize you are nowhere close to where you started.
So I Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16152152.post-67859007715935944672013-08-01T13:18:00.001-04:002013-08-01T15:37:43.537-04:00Why He DisappearedI read Why He Disappeared somewhere between Valdosta and Abraham. Actually, I think it was in the beginning months of Abraham. And I don't know whether it was because I was already in a good place mentally and emotionally or because I was already dating someone and happy with him, but this book made the biggest impact on the way I interacted with men. I read it with an open mind without looking Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16152152.post-10579645431040817122013-08-01T13:17:00.002-04:002013-08-01T13:17:59.219-04:00Winner
The lucky winner of the tarot card book with a set of tarot cards is Unknown, aka Sharon. Send me your address please!
Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16152152.post-53281516952665341702013-07-24T11:27:00.001-04:002013-07-24T11:27:54.938-04:00Tarot for Love & RelationshipsI have three more books to give away before I launch the new blog, so I might power through them.
Next up is the Tarot for Love & Relationships. Laugh, that's fine, but I also thought this book was really fun. It tells you how to lay out cards for tarot readings, then it tells you what each card means in a love context. I didn't use them too often, often knowing in my gut the real answer, Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16152152.post-20050057270577076012013-07-24T11:19:00.001-04:002013-07-24T11:19:31.707-04:00Winner
M, you won the book. So if you want it, it is yours! Email me with your address and I'll send it to Australia!
Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16152152.post-86639097062467044802013-07-11T12:46:00.000-04:002013-07-11T12:47:59.847-04:00Seduction by the StarsWhen I was 14 and a freshman in high school, my friend Ashley (at least, I think that was her name) was really into astrology. And she had a crush on a boy. So for her birthday I bought her Seduction by the Stars: An Astrological Guide to Love, Lust, and Intimate Relationships. Only she got that boy to be her boyfriend without the book, and subsequently I never heard from her ever again. So when Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16152152.post-3436774306808114042013-07-11T11:58:00.002-04:002013-07-11T11:58:51.691-04:00Winner
Amber! You won the book! Email me with your address so Quirkyalone can make its way to its new home.
For other people still interested in the book and the Quirkyalone movement, my favorite web site Better World Books has two copies for $3.98, including shipping. Amazon has a ton of copies too for about the same price.
Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16152152.post-59737753069485330532013-07-09T11:51:00.001-04:002014-02-18T11:52:55.003-05:00QuirkyaloneOne of the blogs I've been reading since the inception of my own blog is [Miscellany], written by a woman I only know as M or Mez. She is wonderful. She sketches comics. She has excellent taste in books and movies. And she lives in Australia, which sounds deeply exotic to this American.
In 2008 she posted about a book titled Quirkyalone: A Manifesto for Uncompromising Romantics. And becauseSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16152152.post-17730853721084680042013-07-09T11:08:00.000-04:002013-07-09T11:08:02.709-04:00Winner
Liz, you won the book! Send me your address and I'll ship it our to you.
Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16152152.post-6429111708709086402013-06-25T11:07:00.002-04:002013-06-25T11:07:32.631-04:00Be Honest - You're Not That Into Him EitherI'll be honest: I don't remember much about Be Honest - You're Not That Into Him Either. I grabbed the book out of my pile of giveaways shrugged "huh." But apparently I liked it when I read it and reviewed it in 2006.
I remember a story in the beginning, about a girl who wasted her night in a bar for a guy who didn't show. She waited an embarrassing amount of time before going home alone, sans Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16152152.post-67053006464950016712013-05-29T12:43:00.001-04:002013-05-29T13:52:51.871-04:00CrazyA girlfriend from my book club asked to join Abraham's and my kickball team. I informed her of the immediate interest from boys in the league. She's fresh meat.
"One guy asked me on a scale of one to ten how crazy she was," laughed Abraham.
"What did you say?"
"Three."
"What's my ranking?"
"Before or after the engagement?"
I snorted. He had a point.
I feel like Life handed me a big Fuck Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16152152.post-85909008270518793342013-05-13T12:50:00.000-04:002013-05-13T12:50:04.996-04:00Winner
Tiffany! You won! Email me with your address.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16152152.post-71721725267820135862013-05-10T11:53:00.000-04:002013-05-10T12:19:33.511-04:00Act Like a Lady, Think Like a ManWhen I got dumped by Valdosta, the lovely and wonderful Tex in the City put together a care package for me with love from Texas. I still think about this gesture at least once a week. This is a woman I have never met, although we do share a mutual friend in real life, and she did one of the kindest things anyone has ever done for me in my life.
The care package consisted of:
A blank diary, "toSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16152152.post-7549803896738140142013-05-09T14:28:00.001-04:002013-05-09T14:39:09.048-04:00Singled OutAny time someone mentions a great person looking for love, I'm all "I know loads of single people!" And then when I try to think of those said single people, it turns out I don't know any. Mel just celebrated her one-year anniversary. Swayze landed a dream girl we all love. My fun coworker has been in a relationship with Abraham's neighbor for a really long time now. [On a side note: I've Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16152152.post-36437464076977440472013-05-06T14:51:00.001-04:002013-05-10T11:39:01.796-04:00Life after YesLife after the engagement:
Drinks. Lots of drinks. Most of them free. I drank more in the following week than I had all year.
A birthday! Thirty-two was not exciting. I had so many friends come out to dinner that the restaurant said our party was too big and refused to accept our reservation. This was both touching and stressful as I spent the afternoon calling businesses (and failing). We Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16152152.post-80452922029446735472013-05-01T11:53:00.003-04:002013-05-01T11:53:35.203-04:00Failed Engagements
Going to our favorite restaurant that we visit every week and having the bartender deliver my plate of tater tots spelled out to read WILL YOU MARRY ME. I like that restaurant and my tots and all, but I'm glad the bartender talked him out of it.
While ice skating. Initially sounded cute, but one of this friends reminded him that the only people who go ice skating these days are pre-teens. Kind Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16152152.post-34465602228756033392013-04-24T14:43:00.001-04:002013-04-24T15:33:52.562-04:00Home Sweet HomeAs I was leaving work the following night, I complained to my coworkers about my pending kickball game. The pollen count was so high that the ground was slick with yellow dust and billows of pollen blustered through the air. Just standing outside irritated my nose and lungs, much less playing a game of kickball in a grass field. To quote my friend, people were buying meth to make allergy Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16152152.post-43357776363573940232013-04-16T12:32:00.001-04:002013-04-16T12:36:20.083-04:00The RulesA girlfriend of mine has a tradition within her circle of friends. One of her friends used to work at a wedding magazine and had received a Mr. Wonderful doll as a promotional item. Mr. Wonderful is a plastic doll with pre-approved sayings such as "You look nice today," and "Why don't we go the the mall, didn't you want some shoes?"
She kept Mr. Wonderful on her desk until she met her real-lifeSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16152152.post-76386744400139125012013-04-15T12:58:00.000-04:002013-04-15T13:02:31.745-04:00Swan SongI needed to choose a song about my current relationship, but I was currently irritated at my current relationship. Monday I wanted to go running because I had gained two pounds, and Abraham refused to join me. I stared at him slackjawed with just a total Do-you-not-care-about-your-health accusation on my face. Tuesday he went to play raquetball with his friend and didn't get home until late. I Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16152152.post-71160876399136267782013-04-14T18:30:00.001-04:002013-04-14T18:30:26.760-04:00ForeshadowingAs a part of our kickball game, I was asked to pick a song that described "your current relationship or lack thereof. " I didn't put much thought into my choice. I didn't know how important that song would be. Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16152152.post-18144671626560711902013-04-10T16:24:00.001-04:002013-04-10T16:24:19.260-04:00Movers and ShakersI feel like I did back in college when I was in the middle of a semester, and I had the constant stress of the final looming over me. It would be a constant nagging in the back of my mind. Only this time, my final is my upcoming move.
I've learned over the last six months that I can get by with very little. Staying at Abraham's made me realize I only needed a handful of dresses and a few reallySarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16152152.post-69810193147518451692013-04-03T12:29:00.001-04:002013-04-03T12:29:09.820-04:00OverdoseThe blog has lost a second periphery character. The Boston Brother's wife, the woman who got drunk and high on the cruise ship and was found naked in the crew section of the boat, died.
The reason is not shocking. As evidenced from my only experience with her, she had destructive alcohol and prescription medication habits. It's not known for sure whether it was suicide or an accidental overdoseSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07071308334107855937noreply@blogger.com7