Sweet or Self indulgent?

She blogged about him when they were dating and when they broke up, he started a blog about her. An interesting read on blogging and relationships…

“When I broke up with my boyfriend almost four years ago, he started a blog about me. This was a reversal of our entire relationship. I had always been the documenter, and he made guest appearances, or sometimes starred, in what I created.”

My ex started a blog ... about me

Picky..Picky – In a Pickle.

This entire week, I’ve been struggling with this whole idea that I’m probably being too picky. And no not only in the Arranged Marriage scene, but just in general. See here’s what I mean:

Picky Case # 1 – Roommate. My roommate is moving out and we’re looking for someone to replace her. One random guy was interested in the place, but I put my foot down and said  no way – not living with a guy! Can you imagine my parent’s reaction to that! She immediately pounced on me with “you’re being too picky, there is not time to be picky. You just have to go with what you get.”

Uhmmm I do have to live with this person in very close quarters, so I would like to have some say in this….

Picky Case # 2 – The date. Yes, there was an arranged marriage date, where I was again accused of being too picky. Here’s the back story –

Mother – “Wear earrings, wear bracelet, comb hair, wear decent clothes. Look decent.” My mother has a strong feeling that when I step outside the house without earrings, I somehow don’t look womanly enough. Earrings define a woman, she keeps telling me.

I want! I want!

Brother –  “Listen, you and the boy can walk and talk. I’ll follow you from a safe distance to make sure everything is going well” I obviously said no this. We were actually meeting for coffee.  To that he says, “Oh coffee, ok I’ll sit in another coffee shop near by and if anything’s goes wrong, just send a SOS text message.”

The date – See, I think he was a normal guy. But it was just meh! Something was missing, if you know what I mean…

Father – “You’re being toooooo picky beta. What do you even want!!!”

Picky Case # 3 – At a Korean Waffle Place. Yes, it’s true Koreans have their own special Waffle place, where all the Koreans get together and talk in Korean. My Chinese friend brought me there.  Don’t be fooled by the name, the waffles here are just like any other waffle place. Anyway, after spending a great deal of time on choosing my Waffle,  I give my order to the waitress, “I would like the Waffle with Fruits and Chocolate, and can I have it without the Vanilla ice cream please.” Waitress responds “without ice cream! No,no,no that’s unacceptable!”

Mine didn't even look this good!

True story my friends. On a cold winter day, I suffered through those waffles with ice cream and now I’m stuck in bed with a cold. Damn you Waffle Waitress! It’s not like I asked for Whole Wheat Waffles like my friend did.

Seriously, am I being too picky? What’s going on? Why can’t I just have everything my way?

Somebody’s been reading our chats!

Okay I know this sounds very sensational and all – but really! I’m almost certain Natasha from Huffington Post reads our chats/emails/whatsapps. How else would she put in words our daily cry for “normal men”. So she may have exaggerated – I definitely don’t want Prince William (only because Kate Middleton doesn’t seem to have the luxury of walking around in sweat pants all day – total deal breaker). But in a poll conducted by me, gtalk and whatsapp – my top question, in the rhetoric and non rhetoric section was “where are the normal men” …okay okay it was second after “can I come to this party wearing sweat pants?…NO….whyyyyyyy” but still….it is clearly “whats on my mind”

This is the article in question : Where Are the ‘Normal’ Men? and my favorite line is “* By normal, I mean a well-adjusted individual with a grasp of social etiquette who has very little in common with your average psychopath.” Though I am even fine with non social etiquette having willing to improve themselves types also.

PS: This article sprung up on my twitter feed, I wasn’t googling where are normal men, just FYI.

PPS: Since you insisted, I did google “where are the normal men” and all I got were a million pictures of Don Draper (not my normal man)