First of all, don't worry, none of the people who read this blog are in danger of getting "dumped"!
I was catching up with a friend today that I hadn't talked to in a few years. No, she's not in danger either. Anyway, she asked me about a former friend of mine and how he was doing. I told her that I had chosen to stop talking to him a few years back, and her reply surprised me.
Her exact words?
"Wow Molly...I don't mean to upset you, but did you ever reconsider that? I know you always trust your gut and everything, but one of the things I admire about you is that you're very loyal to your friends. It just doesn't sound like you."
Wow.
I should back up and tell the story. This friend, who I won't name by name, and I had dated for a while in college. If he reads this, so be it - he probably should. Our breakup wasn't anything hairy or bad, in fact, we kept in contact for almost four years after that. He was even one of the first people to come visit me when I moved to Philadelphia. Neither of us ever wanted to get back together or anything, we were just good friends. However, when I went back to Athens, a mutual friend of ours told me something that was really disturbing - my friend had started dating a girl that had been married to one of his good friends.
I don't know the details of the story of how they started dating. Frankly, I don't really care. Even if the husband was cheating on the wife, if my friend waited until after the divorce to start dating her, whatever - the reality is that he owed more to his friend than to go after his former wife. I know, if she had been burned, she might need a friend as well and that might have been how they got together. But in my experience - and I've had a bit, coming from two divorces in my family, as well as two difficult breakups in my post-college life - even the worst cases of adultery or cheating are just symptoms of a relationship already gone down the tubes. Cheating, in my opinion, is simply a symptom of an already inherently flawed situation. People that are happy in committed relationships just don't cheat. I'm not saying that it absolves someone of it, but I think that his close friend deserved a little more than for his friend to go after his ex-wife. There's 2.5 billion potential partners on this planet - he should have picked another girl to date. Yeah, she's beautiful, I understand the temptation, I just don't think it was his place to burn his friend like that.
So. Yeah, I was surprised at him. I deleted him from my phone that night, and I was so upset about the whole matter, I called my mom the next day to ask if I had done the right thing. I may tell my mom what I'm doing, but I've never been one to ask her opinion on what I should have done. She actually agreed with me - that sometimes you have to take a stand for what you believe in, and if someone disappoints you in the way they treat their friends, you may not ever know when they may do something similar to you.
I thought about this today and realized that I still feel the same way. I don't know if they're still together, and again - frankly, I don't really care. They could have gotten married, have kids now, whatever. I hope they're happy, and I know that deep down he's either changed or he repressed some sense of integrity when he got into that situation. I don't think there's room for us to be friends again, I think that even if he came to me and said that he made a mistake and was sorry, I wouldn't feel any differently. Don't get me wrong, I've already forgiven him, but I think that he owes his friend the apology - not me. I think I had reason to "dump" this friend, simply because if one of my friends did that to me, I'd be extremely hurt. As for my friend's comment today, I know she meant well, I think she didn't really know the context of it all, but I think it still makes me a loyal friend - I just don't like giving that loyalty away when someone has been callous with that loyalty with their own friends. I'll admit - this is a bit different because he's NOT a girlfriend. If one of my girlfriends did the identical thing, I don't know what I'd do. We've all made mistakes, I know. But for the record, if any of my friends were to (God Forbid, and I've just knocked on wood) run off, leave their spouse and find another, I would be worried, first and foremost, about my friend. The spouse - they'll get support from their own friends and family. I would be concerned for my friend - if they had been going through rough times that I didn't know about, whatever - because that's my job: to be there for them when the world is not. I'm not married to the friend, after all, so they're not cheating on me. But if someone demonstrates - in a very big way - that they aren't such a good friend, then yes, it might cause me reason to reassess our own friendship.
Anyone think I did the wrong thing? Do you think that there IS a time when you can "dump" a friend - even when they haven't wronged you specifically?
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Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Facebook has changed the face of dating...
While I was at Meghan's this week, she noticed that my date and I set almost the entire thing up via text message, followed up finally by a short phone call to get the game plan together. She was a little shocked, and I realized that she had gotten married and left the dating world precisely when text messaging was beginning to take off. She never had to deal with dating with technology - outside of a phone call and a rare email. It occurred to me that technology has completely changed the way we date/mate/marry/interact.
This may seem ancient, but when I left for college, Caller ID was the wave of the future. We were only 20 years or so beyond answering machines, for crying out loud. When I moved into Creswell Hall, we had no access to Caller ID. Sophomore year, however, it all changed. Suddenly EVERYONE had Caller ID. I only bring this up because the traditional girl-stalks-boy methods were suddenly impossible. Have you called a boy multiple times and hung up when no one answered since Caller ID came into fashion? Nope. Now we have to leave a message. Do we call just to see if a female or male voice answers? Nope. We can't even act like we're calling the "wrong number" anymore. Prank calling is a thing of the past.
Dating really has changed since then. Think back - what was the relationship of the past?
1. Boy meets girl.
2. Boy calls girl, asks her out for coffee/dinner/drinks/whatever.
3. Plans are made, possibly confirmed, then boy shows up to pick her up at 8.
4. Boy drops girl off at her place after the date, says "I'll call you".
5. He calls her.
6. More of the same - talking/dating/sleeping together/engaged/married/babies.
It's all a simple process. However, in this modern day, the chain of communication has grown to a flow chart describing a process, rivaled in its complexity only by the Democratic National Committee's process for selecting a Presidential candidate.
1. Boy meets Girl.
2. Boy Facebooks girl.
3. Girl and Boy look at the friends of each other, trying to get a better idea of the crowd they run amongst.
4. Boy sends Girl a Friend Request.
5. Girl accepts Friend Request after a predetermined waiting period. If the Friend Request is accepted immediately, it may appear that she's "always on Facebook". This is essential, because Girl needs to keep the "I'm so rarely on Facebook" card in her pocket.
6. Girl looks boy up on Myspace. If he's a private page, she searches her own friends for friends of his, whereupon she will ask said mutual friend to let her see Boy's page. She does not Friend him on Myspace.
7. Boy Facebook IM's Girl.
8. Boy and Girl make sure their status messages do not make them look too available or too unavailable while they chat for a few weeks on Facebook.
9. Boy sends Girl an IM through AIM. This is huge. It's the new engagement ring.
10. Girl comments on Boy's Facebook Wall. For those of you who don't know, it's the human female equivalent of pissing on a fire hydrant. If he's talking to other girls, this may start a chain of Wall Comments that follow.
11. Boy sends Girl a forward he receives in regular old e-mail. Another huge step.
12. One drunken night, Girl text messages Boy. Boy responds the next day.
13. Text messaging has now replaced Facebook, AIM and Myspace, they might as well be living together - only they've NEVER been on a date. Finally, Boy asks Girl to meet up with him while he is out with others. He has forced his brahs to go out simply to appear as if they had already planned the outing, when Boy has actually orchestrated it simply to meet Girl in person.
14. They meet up. Shenanigans happen.
15. Boy finally calls Girl.
16. They become Myspace friends, despite the fact that both of them "never really use this anymore".
17. They date for a while, and Girl "notices" that Boy's status on his Myspace/Facebook says "single". She gets upset, even though she's noticed this since she met him. After the "define the relationship" talk, boy changes the status a short time later, silently praying that his brahs don't notice.
16. More of the same - talking/dating/sleeping together/engaged/married/babies.
All of this - and I repeat ALL of this - can happen in an odd order of things. I think I've had entire relationships purely through text message. I know people that have gotten dumped via text message. I know people who figured out that they were no longer dating only when they discovered that the person they were dating was "in a relationship" on Facebook...with someone else.
I don't mind text messaging, and actually, its both an icebreaker and a lifesaver for me sometimes. I didn't think twice when my date in Charlotte texted me.
That being said, sometimes I miss the good old days of communication. Dating seemed a whole lot easier.
This may seem ancient, but when I left for college, Caller ID was the wave of the future. We were only 20 years or so beyond answering machines, for crying out loud. When I moved into Creswell Hall, we had no access to Caller ID. Sophomore year, however, it all changed. Suddenly EVERYONE had Caller ID. I only bring this up because the traditional girl-stalks-boy methods were suddenly impossible. Have you called a boy multiple times and hung up when no one answered since Caller ID came into fashion? Nope. Now we have to leave a message. Do we call just to see if a female or male voice answers? Nope. We can't even act like we're calling the "wrong number" anymore. Prank calling is a thing of the past.
Dating really has changed since then. Think back - what was the relationship of the past?
1. Boy meets girl.
2. Boy calls girl, asks her out for coffee/dinner/drinks/whatever.
3. Plans are made, possibly confirmed, then boy shows up to pick her up at 8.
4. Boy drops girl off at her place after the date, says "I'll call you".
5. He calls her.
6. More of the same - talking/dating/sleeping together/engaged/married/babies.
It's all a simple process. However, in this modern day, the chain of communication has grown to a flow chart describing a process, rivaled in its complexity only by the Democratic National Committee's process for selecting a Presidential candidate.
1. Boy meets Girl.
2. Boy Facebooks girl.
3. Girl and Boy look at the friends of each other, trying to get a better idea of the crowd they run amongst.
4. Boy sends Girl a Friend Request.
5. Girl accepts Friend Request after a predetermined waiting period. If the Friend Request is accepted immediately, it may appear that she's "always on Facebook". This is essential, because Girl needs to keep the "I'm so rarely on Facebook" card in her pocket.
6. Girl looks boy up on Myspace. If he's a private page, she searches her own friends for friends of his, whereupon she will ask said mutual friend to let her see Boy's page. She does not Friend him on Myspace.
7. Boy Facebook IM's Girl.
8. Boy and Girl make sure their status messages do not make them look too available or too unavailable while they chat for a few weeks on Facebook.
9. Boy sends Girl an IM through AIM. This is huge. It's the new engagement ring.
10. Girl comments on Boy's Facebook Wall. For those of you who don't know, it's the human female equivalent of pissing on a fire hydrant. If he's talking to other girls, this may start a chain of Wall Comments that follow.
11. Boy sends Girl a forward he receives in regular old e-mail. Another huge step.
12. One drunken night, Girl text messages Boy. Boy responds the next day.
13. Text messaging has now replaced Facebook, AIM and Myspace, they might as well be living together - only they've NEVER been on a date. Finally, Boy asks Girl to meet up with him while he is out with others. He has forced his brahs to go out simply to appear as if they had already planned the outing, when Boy has actually orchestrated it simply to meet Girl in person.
14. They meet up. Shenanigans happen.
15. Boy finally calls Girl.
16. They become Myspace friends, despite the fact that both of them "never really use this anymore".
17. They date for a while, and Girl "notices" that Boy's status on his Myspace/Facebook says "single". She gets upset, even though she's noticed this since she met him. After the "define the relationship" talk, boy changes the status a short time later, silently praying that his brahs don't notice.
16. More of the same - talking/dating/sleeping together/engaged/married/babies.
All of this - and I repeat ALL of this - can happen in an odd order of things. I think I've had entire relationships purely through text message. I know people that have gotten dumped via text message. I know people who figured out that they were no longer dating only when they discovered that the person they were dating was "in a relationship" on Facebook...with someone else.
I don't mind text messaging, and actually, its both an icebreaker and a lifesaver for me sometimes. I didn't think twice when my date in Charlotte texted me.
That being said, sometimes I miss the good old days of communication. Dating seemed a whole lot easier.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Charlotte, NC: 60 hours, 3 margarita pitchers, one playdate and one REAL date.
I'm back in Virginia now after going to Charlotte for a few days, where I saw the lovely Holbrook Family. Had a great time, which I'll attempt to elaborate on here (sorry, my blackberry barely got out during the trip). I got there Sunday night, drank some wine with Meghan and chatted for a few bajillion hours, and we tried to turn in early. We went running Monday morning with her neighbor and friend, and I could not make it as far as they did, with about 200 yards left, I promptly...threw up. It happens when I run in heat - without fail. Yes, it was hot, we ran at 6:30 am and it was already at least 90 degrees in the shade. So we took the kids after breakfast and clean-up to the Air Conditioned field trip - the mall. We had lunch at Nordstrom Cafe, then went home for quiet time. Played after quiet time, played some more, ate dinner, played some more, and Matt got them bathed when he got home. At this point, we decided to fix Mollyritas and Meghanritas. With no MAJOR meltdowns (that I could detect), we clinked glasses "to bedtime"...Meghan went upstairs while they were mixing and read to and tucked in the kids. While I was downstairs cleaning up (I always feel like bedtime goes smoother with fewer out-of-routine things happening, so I let mom and dad do their thing around bedtime), I realized:
Kids are effing EXHAUSTING.
I said the same thing to both of them after they came back down: I don't know how you do it. Yes, they're great kids, are very cute, very fun to play with, very entertaining, and all that fun stuff, but seriously, you have to watch every second of everything they're doing. I knew this already - I mean really, I've babysat since I was old enough to pick a child up and our family is still bigger than Angelina Jolie & Brad Pitt's little group home, so I got lots of experience - but I suddenly remembered things like the fact that you've got to pee with the door open, that naptime is just as important for Mom as it is for kids, and that there is nothing faster than a toddler going towards danger when adult backs are turned. While I was cleaning up every night, all I could think was this: it was EASIER than the normal routine - we could divide up the labor with me there helping Meghan - and they have to get up and do this AGAIN. EVERY DAY. I love kids and would love to have them, and I know that it's different when they're your own, but I'm always amazed at the world's most effective method of birth control - kids.
So Monday was all kids day, and Tuesday was looking to be the same - Caroline had a friend come over for a playdate, Meghan and the playdate-Mom and I chatted while we kept six eyes on three kids, alternating man-on-man play with a pure Zone Defense style of supervising. I got the feeling like playdates are also just as much for Mom as it is for the kids. We all had a lot of fun (pretend hot-dog party!) and the playdate left shortly before lunch. I thought we'd end up repeating the same sort of routine as Monday, but...
Molly got a dose of the single life again.
Meghan had said over the past year or so that she wanted to set me up with Matt's friend from college, and we had sort of "met" over facebook already. He called Meghan's house and came by right before quiet time, and he and I went out to lunch. Had some Mexican food, chatted, checked on his car that was in the shop (he had a rental) and he dropped me back off at the Holbrooks' a few hours later. We made some plans to do something later that night, and after the kids ate some chicken nuggets for dinner, he came back, picked me up, and we went out for a light dinner. A good time was had by all (well, I can't speak for him, but I had fun), and I went back to Matt and Meghan's house after we had some beers at the pub and got some sleep.
I left reeeeally early this morning to go back to Lynchburg, (I didn't want my departure to mess up their morning routine and I had no idea what traffic would be like), took the wrong turn FOUR times because of a lack of sleep (I kept driving South instead of North - Freudian slip?), turned my rental car back in, got into my mom's house and PROMPTLY passed out.
I had a great time all in all, and I'll post some pics as soon as I can locate a cord. I was really surprised at what a nice city Charlotte is, I was sort of reminded of Atlanta, ten years ago. We'll have to do it again soon, maybe the Atlanta peeps can drive three hours north and I can drive three hours south? Don't worry, Meghan, we'll go hotel rooms instead of you having to put us up.
I still have no idea how they do it...my back is still killing me from picking up a three-year-old and a surprisingly heavy one-year-old.
Off to find Advil.
Kids are effing EXHAUSTING.
I said the same thing to both of them after they came back down: I don't know how you do it. Yes, they're great kids, are very cute, very fun to play with, very entertaining, and all that fun stuff, but seriously, you have to watch every second of everything they're doing. I knew this already - I mean really, I've babysat since I was old enough to pick a child up and our family is still bigger than Angelina Jolie & Brad Pitt's little group home, so I got lots of experience - but I suddenly remembered things like the fact that you've got to pee with the door open, that naptime is just as important for Mom as it is for kids, and that there is nothing faster than a toddler going towards danger when adult backs are turned. While I was cleaning up every night, all I could think was this: it was EASIER than the normal routine - we could divide up the labor with me there helping Meghan - and they have to get up and do this AGAIN. EVERY DAY. I love kids and would love to have them, and I know that it's different when they're your own, but I'm always amazed at the world's most effective method of birth control - kids.
So Monday was all kids day, and Tuesday was looking to be the same - Caroline had a friend come over for a playdate, Meghan and the playdate-Mom and I chatted while we kept six eyes on three kids, alternating man-on-man play with a pure Zone Defense style of supervising. I got the feeling like playdates are also just as much for Mom as it is for the kids. We all had a lot of fun (pretend hot-dog party!) and the playdate left shortly before lunch. I thought we'd end up repeating the same sort of routine as Monday, but...
Molly got a dose of the single life again.
Meghan had said over the past year or so that she wanted to set me up with Matt's friend from college, and we had sort of "met" over facebook already. He called Meghan's house and came by right before quiet time, and he and I went out to lunch. Had some Mexican food, chatted, checked on his car that was in the shop (he had a rental) and he dropped me back off at the Holbrooks' a few hours later. We made some plans to do something later that night, and after the kids ate some chicken nuggets for dinner, he came back, picked me up, and we went out for a light dinner. A good time was had by all (well, I can't speak for him, but I had fun), and I went back to Matt and Meghan's house after we had some beers at the pub and got some sleep.
I left reeeeally early this morning to go back to Lynchburg, (I didn't want my departure to mess up their morning routine and I had no idea what traffic would be like), took the wrong turn FOUR times because of a lack of sleep (I kept driving South instead of North - Freudian slip?), turned my rental car back in, got into my mom's house and PROMPTLY passed out.
I had a great time all in all, and I'll post some pics as soon as I can locate a cord. I was really surprised at what a nice city Charlotte is, I was sort of reminded of Atlanta, ten years ago. We'll have to do it again soon, maybe the Atlanta peeps can drive three hours north and I can drive three hours south? Don't worry, Meghan, we'll go hotel rooms instead of you having to put us up.
I still have no idea how they do it...my back is still killing me from picking up a three-year-old and a surprisingly heavy one-year-old.
Off to find Advil.
Monday, May 19, 2008
If you can't say something nice, then just come sit next to me...
I have been debating telling this story for a little while now...it's secondhand, and I rarely, if ever, talk to the participants involved. I dated the officemate of the person involved for a little while, and he'd probably be really pissed off at me for telling the story.
But I don't care. It's too funny.
I dated R. when I lived in Boston, in the spring of 2005. I was leaving Boston after my graduation in May, and we basically lost touch and ended it there. This past summer, he and his girlfriend broke up for good, I got dumped by my boyfriend, and we decided to keep in closer contact again. He came to visit me in Philly, I went to Boston for a weekend after that, and I went to an event with him at his alma mater in Massachusetts. Hung out briefly in New York in December and never saw each other again until recently when he was in Philly on business. No, we're not dating, and won't again now that I'm moving further South. But at any rate.
R. had introduced me to his officemate, S., back last summer. She's a smart girl, more attractive than not, and is very outgoing. That being said, she kinda had the "brother-sister" syndrome going on with R. I suspected that she liked him herself - really, he is by far the best-looking man I have ever met in person - but I have never been one to compete, and I knew she's not the kind of girl that R. goes for. She didn't seem to take to me when I visited, and basically kind of was a little mean to me whenever I talked to her. She'd ignore me, contradict what I'd say, blah blah blah. But overall, she was one of those "I'm one of the guys" girls. You know what I'm talking about, the one that actually wins the fantasy baseball league thing at the office, the one that could beat up half the men in the office, the one who drinks the CEO under the table. Does the crazy stuff for attention that the male class clown would have done in high school.
Anyway, R. came to Philly for a conference and told me this little gem: R and S are out socially for a wedding of a coworker. They've all had many drinks, and S decides to slide down the banister from the second floor of a very large lobby. S jumps on the banister, and in a scene I can only imagine, she falls BACKWARD from the top of the stairs onto the first floor lobby.
I should pause here - I do not in any way wish this girl harm. Again, I have heard many good things about her, she's just never warmed to me. I can imagine why - she's protective of R and may have liked him herself. I'm not in the market of wishing this girl bodily injury or death.
End pause.
S. falls 17 feet and miraculously avoids death and paralysis. She broke both her arms. I didn't hear this story until R. was in town and an industry colleague - no, not even from the same company - brought up the accident at a cocktail party.
I managed my best "gosh, that's awful" but was thinking "You stupid idiot, I used to handle DEATH claims where people had fallen shorter distances!" R. told me she was okay, but a lot of people had heard about the accident and it was sort of a story that wouldn't die with S. I dropped the topic, because R. is also slightly protective of S.
And then I ran home to tell my roommate the story. My roommate, an ER trauma nurse, has a way of associating humor in death-and-dismemberment situations. I'm guessing you have to in order to get through that sort of job. I tell her the story in as great of detail as I can muster, and just when I think the story can't get any more ironic, my roommate sheds some light on the injuries that S had:
"you know, Molly, that totally means that she had to get someone to wipe her ass for her."
I am evil. But THAT is funny.
But I don't care. It's too funny.
I dated R. when I lived in Boston, in the spring of 2005. I was leaving Boston after my graduation in May, and we basically lost touch and ended it there. This past summer, he and his girlfriend broke up for good, I got dumped by my boyfriend, and we decided to keep in closer contact again. He came to visit me in Philly, I went to Boston for a weekend after that, and I went to an event with him at his alma mater in Massachusetts. Hung out briefly in New York in December and never saw each other again until recently when he was in Philly on business. No, we're not dating, and won't again now that I'm moving further South. But at any rate.
R. had introduced me to his officemate, S., back last summer. She's a smart girl, more attractive than not, and is very outgoing. That being said, she kinda had the "brother-sister" syndrome going on with R. I suspected that she liked him herself - really, he is by far the best-looking man I have ever met in person - but I have never been one to compete, and I knew she's not the kind of girl that R. goes for. She didn't seem to take to me when I visited, and basically kind of was a little mean to me whenever I talked to her. She'd ignore me, contradict what I'd say, blah blah blah. But overall, she was one of those "I'm one of the guys" girls. You know what I'm talking about, the one that actually wins the fantasy baseball league thing at the office, the one that could beat up half the men in the office, the one who drinks the CEO under the table. Does the crazy stuff for attention that the male class clown would have done in high school.
Anyway, R. came to Philly for a conference and told me this little gem: R and S are out socially for a wedding of a coworker. They've all had many drinks, and S decides to slide down the banister from the second floor of a very large lobby. S jumps on the banister, and in a scene I can only imagine, she falls BACKWARD from the top of the stairs onto the first floor lobby.
I should pause here - I do not in any way wish this girl harm. Again, I have heard many good things about her, she's just never warmed to me. I can imagine why - she's protective of R and may have liked him herself. I'm not in the market of wishing this girl bodily injury or death.
End pause.
S. falls 17 feet and miraculously avoids death and paralysis. She broke both her arms. I didn't hear this story until R. was in town and an industry colleague - no, not even from the same company - brought up the accident at a cocktail party.
I managed my best "gosh, that's awful" but was thinking "You stupid idiot, I used to handle DEATH claims where people had fallen shorter distances!" R. told me she was okay, but a lot of people had heard about the accident and it was sort of a story that wouldn't die with S. I dropped the topic, because R. is also slightly protective of S.
And then I ran home to tell my roommate the story. My roommate, an ER trauma nurse, has a way of associating humor in death-and-dismemberment situations. I'm guessing you have to in order to get through that sort of job. I tell her the story in as great of detail as I can muster, and just when I think the story can't get any more ironic, my roommate sheds some light on the injuries that S had:
"you know, Molly, that totally means that she had to get someone to wipe her ass for her."
I am evil. But THAT is funny.
Friday, May 9, 2008
I don't think you're ready for these jellies
And by jellies, I mean those stinky-ass shoes we wore in the 80's.
I'm a member at a site called Stumbleupon.com. See that little thumbs up button down there? That's it. It's great for finding non-crap sites that are tailored to your interests. Surfing the internet aimlessly is streamlined with stumbleupon. I love it.
Anyway, I posted a link to my blog there the other day and have gotten - for the most part - normal, run of the mill stuff. A lot of artists helping artists, trading gallery invites, etc.
However, I got THIS tonight. I think it speaks for itself. And my shoes are not for sale.
I'm a member at a site called Stumbleupon.com. See that little thumbs up button down there? That's it. It's great for finding non-crap sites that are tailored to your interests. Surfing the internet aimlessly is streamlined with stumbleupon. I love it.
Anyway, I posted a link to my blog there the other day and have gotten - for the most part - normal, run of the mill stuff. A lot of artists helping artists, trading gallery invites, etc.
However, I got THIS tonight. I think it speaks for itself. And my shoes are not for sale.
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