All posts tagged: Pittsburgh

The Rest of the Story with Date #7

It’s been exactly one week since Date #7 walked me to my car, wrapped his arms around me and told me—for the umpteenth time—that I was making a terrible mistake.  As such, I suppose it’s about time for me to finally stop dragging my mud-caked heals over the chronicling of his brother’s wedding and get to the point: How the hell did it end? I’m tempted to fall back upon the “relationship status” parlance that my generation—the Facebook generation— has come to accept as… well, acceptable and leave you with a trite “it’s complicated,” but really, it’s not. It’s quite simple. Long distance relationships require three things: trust, communication and a more or less steady supply of simple-yet-thoughtful gestures to remind your significant other that you’re thinking about them, even though you’re not with them. Date #7 and I don’t have these things.  I’m confident that we could work towards them—he’s not stupid, and I could do with a bit of “personal growth” myself—but right now, considering how seldom we see each other (and how …

The Good Thing About Ambivalence

Long story short, Date #7 (the man-from-across-the-state who came to Philadelphia this past weekend for what should have been our “third-time’s-a-charm” date) forgot to pack his cell phone charger when he left Pittsburgh. Given the various issues that have plagued our relationship from its very inception, I hit the roof—not because his mistake left me sitting alone in a bar, mind you, but because my reaction to his mistake made me realize that I really don’t trust him.  I jumped to conclusions and assumed the worst because he really hasn’t given me any reason not to.  And where’s a fledgling long-distance without trust? Frankly, I’m sick of writing about Date #7, and if yesterday’s comments are of any indication, you’re sick of hearing about him too.  But dating is dating, and I’ve always intended to chronicle the good, the bad and the ugly so for the sake of keeping you all up to date: here goes. He apologized and I attempted, after a good show of indifference, to accept his apology, but I was angry.  …

Finally Single (and no, I’m talking about myself)

If all goes according to plan, I’ll be on my way to Beau Monde with Date #7 this time next week.  He doesn’t know it yet, but the berry and nutella crepe from Beau Monde is my all-time-favorite non-school day breakfast.  (After Jiffy Blueberry Pancakes with artificial blueberries, of course.) Granted, my egregious taste in pancakes is not the real issue here.  The real issue is the fact that the man from across the state is coming to visit and for the first time since we met back in June, he’ll actually be at liberty to… He won’t have to worry about… He’ll… Well folks, he’ll be single. That’s right: single. Did I fail to mention that he’d been seeing someone else? Probably. I tend to ignore the important details when they’re not to my liking. Besides, I knew he was dating—he freakin’ pocket called me when he was out with another woman!   I just didn’t know he was dating dating (as in seeing one particular person for an extended period of time). But now …

What is it with Me and Boys Who Like Hockey?

Tonight I’m going to a Flyers game with my old flat mate, his fiancé and my friend Date #6.  (And yes, I said “friend,” despite the fact that my BFF, who’s recently fallen in love with one of her own “friends,” keeps insisting otherwise.) I’m not really sure how this happened.  I mean, yeah, my flat mate emailed me to say he’d gotten tickets from his boss, and yeah, I was really excited about getting to see him and fiancé again and yeah, I invited Date #6 to accompany me (as per my flat mate’s suggestion) but I’d always thought that one of the main benefits of being single was that you didn’t have to waste valuable energy pretending to care about sporting events. I don’t give a rat’s *ss about baseball, football, basketball or anything involving the word “ball.”  In fact, earlier this year I wrote an entire post listing the reasons I was glad to find myself sans boyfriend during the Superbowl. So why did I agree to go to a hockey game?  …

The Full Scoop (Almost)

Now that the Fringe is finally over and my weekend of rest and relaxation (and faculty meetings) has come to a close, it’s time to get back to the heart of the matter, i.e. Date #6. Yes, you read that correctly.  I said “Date #6” not “Date #7,” although they do share a first name and enjoy the same sports so it can get a bit confusing at times.  Date #7 was the one who called last week to inform me that he would not be able to come to my show.  (Seeing as he lives in Pittsburgh, however, I was prepared for this and managed to avoid the requisite meltdown). Date #6 was the one who initially invited me to meet for drinks “just as friends” during the early days of my Great Date Experiment.  After a quick and admittedly rash assessment of our chemistry, I decided that there was none (chemistry, that is) and decided he was entirely too nice (i.e. normal) to ever hold my interest as more than a friend. But …

“Brilliant but Insufferable” (A direct quote from the man himself)

“What do you think?” Date #7 asks, his voice no more than a whisper as he slips his arm around my back. “I think I need to write a best seller,” I reply.  “Several, actually.” We’re standing atop one of the many terraces that comprise Frank Lloyd Wright’s Fallingwater, the admission to which has been my “birthday surprise” from Date #7, and I am suffering from a serious bout of rich-people envy. The desk on the third floor alone is enough to send me into a tizzy—how could one fail to write the great American novel with such a view?—and each terrace is bigger than the last. “You could host some really great parties here,” I muse. Date #7 just nods and I surmise that he’s probably not the party hosting type. At the conclusion of our tour, he leads me down the path to a clearing in the woods that offers the best view of the house.  Once I’ve snapped my fill of pictures, he hands my camera to one of the guides and …

Pittsburgh, Part 4 (Two Sporty Posts in a Row!)

So it’s Sunday evening, I’m sitting in the stands at my first hockey game (which also happens to a hockey game in which Date #7 is playing) and I have officially run out of snacks.  As such, I decide to make an effort to talk to the woman in the Cubs t-shirt seated to my right.  She and I represent 66% of the total attendees scattered throughout the stands, after all. “Which one is yours?” she asks. “The one in the middle,” I reply. “In the middle?” she asks in disbelief.  “The one in the middle is mine.  Is yours farther from us or closer to us?” Whoops.  “Farther from us,” I assure her.  “In the black socks.” “Ah, okay,” she nods.  “Mine’s in the yellow socks.” (Phew!  But as a brief aside, can you imagine coming to a hockey game, meeting a woman in the stands and realizing you’re both there to cheer on the same “boyfriend?”  Perish the thought…) We make small talk for a while and finally she asks, “So what does …

Pittsburgh, Part 3: My First Hockey Game

On Sunday afternoon, Date #7 informs me that he has a hockey game later that evening and that he’s debating whether or not to “drag” me along. “No, I’d be happy to go,” I assure him.  I’m not particularly enthused by hockey (okay, I’m not at all enthused by hockey) but I imagine watching Date #7 bash people over the head and ram them into those sides of the rink will be quite thrilling, plus, I’ve been preparing for this moment. Last week, you see, I received a text from Date #6 inviting me to join him for lunch as he had the day off work.  We went to Bridget Foy’s on account of my customer loyalty Happy Birthday Gift Certificate and proceeded to get completely plastered.  Remembering that Date #6 plays hockey, and that Date #7 plays hockey too, I decided to take advantage of the opportunity to educate myself. “Tell me something intelligent to say,” I’d instructed Date #6.  “Something about hockey.” To his credit, he did try and to my credit I …