When I complain I never meet anyone, this blog is a subtle reminder that that is a total lie. Every guy who makes a pass at me gets numbered. Some get rejected, some get a go at the goods, and some get a go at my heart. Only time and numbers will determine who gets it all.
How the numbers work, who they are, and how it all started.
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Don’t worry, I won’t leave y’all hanging. This is an important and emotionally driven decision for me - I want to have the time to write with clarity why this is the right move for me.
Less than three weeks left in the Big Apple. Time to start donating some clothes.
I met a friend at The Owl last night for a beverage. I wanted to go running to pound out what had been a really difficult day to swallow, but I knew I needed a friend. I needed to talk and to laugh and to remember that bad news is often my best motivator.
The bouncer hugged me, told me I looked tanned and happy. 86 was tending bar and waved me to the end to take the last two seats. The drinks kept being poured. I was laughing away the stress, the embarrassment, the lost-at-sea malaise. I tipped him 30% and wrote my phone number on the receipt.
He very well may have a girlfriend, be divorced, never accomplish anything, but it’s all hearsay and the only thing I know is true is how hard it is to breathe when he’s looking at me. Life is about to start moving very quickly, friends, and when you know things are about to change, it makes you pretty shameless.
Remember, it doesn’t matter if they call you - that’s not the point. You need to make the universe aware of what you want, and you need to make yourself believe you deserve these things, and you can actively convince yourself of that by going for it. Who knows if 86 is ever going to be anything to me, who knows if he’s what I’m looking for, but what I know for sure is that I want love, and I’ll do whatever it takes to help that come to me. I don’t believe things happen when you least expect them; I believe things happen when you open your heart and ambitiously pursue the life you imagined. When I close my eyes I can see my life ahead of me. Every day it looks different. But every time it looks amazing.
Bold moves.
Anonymous asked: I was hanging out with one of my friends cousins after a very lengthy passover seder, and we were all sitting smushed together on the couch watching a movie and you know, we were very close, so when it came time to leave, I asked "can i see your phone?" he hesitated for a second, and then i got it, put my number in, gave him a hug and left before he knew what hit him. Bold Moves 2012.
Me: So I’m curious. Where do you see this going? Whatever it is that we’re doing.
Cub: Hopefully I play my cards right and it turns into a long term relationship.
Me: Is that what you really want?
Cub: A long term relationship. Yeah.
Me: With me? I just had to ask because that’s what I want. And I want it with you. But sometimes I get confused and can’t tell if we’re on the same page.
Cub: I’m sorry. I try not to be confusing.
Me: Well I feel better knowing we both want the same thing. Now we just gotta work on spending more time together outside of your bedroom.
Way to go for it, love.
My name is Ishtar, and I no longer twilddling my thumbs and losing my mind.
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Bold Moves is about be PROACTIVE and POSITIVE in your life. Not that I wasn’t before, but I am more so now and ready for even better results.
I don’t like to force a situation, but I’m tired of twiddling my thumbs. I know exactly what I want and I’m going to go all “Bold Moves” to get it.
(Source: callingsarahkat)
Yo, what is my problem? I’m preaching on my pedestal over here about Bold Moves and do you know what I’ve been doing? Not shit, y’all. I work 12 hours a day, then I go to Key Foods and debate what kind of Peanut Butter to buy, run seven miles, and then fall asleep listening to the Freakonomics Podcast. I am boring.
But I’ll be honest, when you’re working hard, training hard, and keeping life generally in order, it’s hard to notice you’ve been boring. You have potent moments of joy like last night when I swept and mopped my floor, switched my spring and winter clothes, and had a trash bag of clothes to donate. The moment of joy passed when my lungs were so filled with dust that I felt like I was cinnamon-challenged by my floor. Choking on the fruits of my labor, I began to think about the past week, because some missed opportunities were making me feel like a bloated hypocrite… though I don’t think the bloating was related to the regret, one can never be sure.
So, missed opportunities must be accounted for. I need a slap on the wrist because I have been LAZY:
Point being, I am not walking the walk. Or talking the talk. I’m actually just busy googling recipes that involve avocado. I even had a guaranteed repeat lay on Saturday and you know what I did? Nothing. I stayed in because I had to run eleven miles the next day. I could have ran at least three of those in bed.
So this week, instead of me hassling you, can you please hassle me?
Anonymous asked: I like the idea of Bold Moves! I tried it out in rather an unconventional way. Like you, I get asked out a lot. But I hate rejecting people, and often I get myself into sticky situations. So, this week, a guy I met at a dinner party found me on Facebook and messaged me asking me out to dinner. I knew this guy was not my type - I simply was not interested. So I wrote back and politely but firmly told him I am looking for nothing beyond friendship. His response? He appreciates my honesty. Success!
Well played, madame. Well played.
Anonymous asked: Bold moves: I'm a student at a very religious college and have been dating the same guy for almost a year now. I brought up getting married even though I knew it could possibly get me heartbroken - and we're going ring shopping this week!
Good for you, babe! Look at this, all the religious kids and harlots getting along.
Take note, Congress - we live in peace on the interwebs.
Anonymous asked: I met a great guy at a party at the end of last year. We live a few hours apart but he asked for my number anyway and told me to contact him when I'm visiting friends in his city. I was there this weekend and decided to contact him on a whim despite the fact that I was unsure he remembered me. Although he was out of town, he genuinely seemed excited that I thought of him and we have been in contact all week because I put myself out there. Don't know where it's going, but it's a start! #boldmoves
Well played, friend.
