Thursday, April 28, 2016

The Dating Diaries: Vol 8

The Professor


It all began when I sent a very professional and informative email to 40+ instructors. A few followed up. But one, I wasn't expecting.

"We should drink sometime."

Now, this professor is quite a bit older than me, but I was interested. Why not? We emailed (and then texted) for about a week. Conversation was going well and we set up a date for dinner on a Saturday.

That Friday, I went out for drinks with friends. Professor messaged me and said he would like take me home instead of me getting a cab. Long story short, after having about 4 drinks too many, I decided I wanted the Professor to take me home and called him for a ride. I thought he wanted to "take me home" but he literally just wanted to take me home. This, of course, caused a very awkward walking-to-the-door-conversation, followed by a few drunken texts about the misunderstanding. Out of embarrassment, I canceled dinner. He never spoke to me again. (Which, I think, was a little much.)

Lesson(s) learned: Don't be drunk the first time you hang out with someone. Don't assume that all guys just want to "take you home" (even though most do). And if a guy "ghosts" on you, fa get about em.


Thursday, April 21, 2016

The Dating Diaries Return?


So I used to write a little feature on this blog called "The Dating Diaries" where I shared my many disastrous/hilarious dating stories. Then I went and got in a relationship and let myself get boring.

For real, though. The only times I did blog was about home redecorating. Yawn!

Well, I'm back. And so are the dating diaries.

It took me a couple months after my last relationship ended to put myself out there again. But when I was ready, I put on my black leather pants and 4-inch heels and went to a bar with a friend. I was on a mission to find out if I still had it. The moment we walked in, I pointed out the cutest guy in the room & told my wingman to introduce us. He did. And we hit it off. I later found out that he was 5 years younger than me and lived 600 miles away, but he definitely gave me back my confidence.
I have since been on a few nice dates and had a few horror stories...all (most) of which I will share with you. You can look forward to stories like "The Professor", "The Bumble Fumble", and maybe even "The Secret".

And check out my previous disasters by clicking that "dating diaries" label below.


Monday, April 18, 2016

Faye'sbook A-Z

After an hour long car ride to the MS Delta.


Because the best way to get back into blogging is with a bunch of random facts about myself, right?

Available or married?
I'm single.

Book?
Favorite? Anthem by Ayn Rand.

Cake or Pie?
I don't like cake. I like cheesecake, which is basically pie. So...pie?

Drink of Choice?
Miller Lite.

Essential Item?
Snapchat.

Favorite Color?
Green.

Game to watch or play?
Watch: baseball, football, tennis. 

Hometown?
I grew up in Pontotoc, MS -- but Oxford is now my hometown.

Indulgence?
Cheese.

Job?
Coordinator of Distance Learning Facilities and Technology Services. Yes, it's a mouthful. And a handful. But I love it.

Kids (and their names)?
Just my dog-child, Mosby!

Life is incomplete without?
Good conversation, good music, good food.

Music group or singer?
Nirvana. The Avett Brothers. City and Colour. Paul Simon. The Wild Feathers.

Number of siblings?
One sister/best friend.

Oranges or apples?
Oranges.

Phobias and fears?
Spiders. And being lost at sea.

Quote (favorite)?
"Better to write for yourself and have no public then to write for the public and have no self." - Cyril Connolly 

Reason to smile?
All of my problems are just first world problems.

Season?
Spring (Baseball) & Autumn (Football).

Tattoos?
I love them. I have some. I want more.

Unknown fact about me?
I live with my mom. (Actually, my mom lives with me.) 

Vegetable?
Brussels Sprouts.

Worst habit?
Being a bitch.

X-rays you've had?
Teeth & ankles.

Your favorite food?
Steak & potatoes.

Zodiac?
Aquarius.


After finishing this, I realized I did it 3 years ago and my answers haven't changed much.