Archive for June 2009

22 June 2009

Online dating is WORK

By: Jessica B.

Holy cow, this online dating thing is a serious time commitment.

On a daily basis you have to weed through possible matches, send winks, write e-mails, respond to e-mails and try to be witty, charming and just be yourself without getting fussy at the same time. This could be a full-time job!

Fortunately, since my initial Match.com phone call fail last month, I have had a bit more luck. I met a guy for coffee before my vacations, which was dubbed an official “date” by several blogger and IRL friends, and it went well. Apparently I made quite an impression too because he e-mailed me the next morning and asked to see me again. Wow. That NEVER happens. So I’ll give it another shot. The date went well, not a huge spark but I’ll try again and not rush to judgment.

And since date boy (who I will call Dayton) entered the picture, two more guys have too. So far that’s just been friendly e-mails but one guy, JohnBoy, sounds really interesting so I’m anxious to meet him in person.

The one issue that has come up is that these guys are not the most “aggressive.” For example, I was supposed to go out with a guy, Sam, this past weekend. He asked me out and then wanted me to pick the date, time and place. So that I didn’t sound controlling, I got together some recommendations and asked for his thoughts, since, well he would be joining me. He was noncommittal on each and then proceeded to say that I should just take the reigns on this and tell him when to show up. Um. Yeah, that’s not how that works. What is the problem with even just weighing in on the place? Bueller? Anyone?
And because we kept going back/forth, it didn’t work out to get together but I’ll try again, making sure this is more of a team effort. I’m a planner at work, that doesn’t mean I want to be the planner at home all the time too.

Anyhow, I’m just saying, doing this online dating stuff takes a ton of time. Talking on the phone, deciding where to go to dinner, getting to know one another, awkward hug/kiss at the end and then setting up a plan to see each other again. Oy.

I need to be better at multi-tasking. And putting myself first because looking at my schedule, I don’t have a lot of time to meet with these guys for the next week or two. I really need to work on this cloning bit.

Do you find that dating can be a lot of work too? Or do you like dating to be a little more “old fashioned” and have the guy plan the dates?

Personally, if he asks me out, I think he should take the lead in planning. But that’s just me. Apparently I need to “man up” and be more aggressive myself.

21 June 2009

Weekend recap: Dinner leftovers and minding the Gap

By: Jessica B.
So remember all those tweets and posts I did where I complain about Chicago’s cool weather and not being able to a) feel warm or b) wear my new, cute summer clothes? Karma is comin’ back around because it is hot, humid and, well HOT here. I mean, I love the feeling of baking in the hot sun and my skin frying from it, just as much as the next girl, but whoa, some transition please!
But outside of the hot, humid, hair-hating weather, here’s the highlights of my weekend:
Dinner
Friday my parents came in town for a weekend in the city and we went to Art Smith’s restaurant, Table Fifty-Two. We had a late reservation and it totally didn’t disappoint. In fact, I came home with half our meal in leftovers because it was so filling and delicious.
If you go, I highly recommend the crab cakes, three-cheese mac, jambalaya and you MUST order a piece of the hummingbird cake. No, that’s not code word for deliciousness (although it should be). It’s actually a banana/pineapple cake with cream cheese frosting. And it’s amazing.
The service was impeccable and it was a more adult crowd so not overly loud. And with the famous biscuits and deviled eggs to start, my parents were MORE than impressed (me too!)
I’m also proud to say the jambalaya and three-cheese mac reheat well. Tonight I continue working on the Hummingbird cake because the piece cut for us was massive. I love leftovers!
Minding the Gap
I keep my clothing simple. I like affordable, stylish yet classic pieces in my wardrobe, so if you ever go through my closet, you will see A LOT of Old Navy, Banana Republic and especially Gap clothing in it. You can also check my Banana Republic card statement history to see first-hand how much I love the Gap. It’s the kind of love that hurts sometimes.
Anyhow, I was beyond excited when Justine from Brand About Town e-mailed me asking if I could meet up and chat with her about becoming a Gap brand enthusiast. Um, YES, I’m interested. Could there BE another job that’s better for me (outside of my day job?) Answer: no.
Justine braved the harsh Chicago storms on Friday to meet with me at Lavazza and chat more about the Gap brand enthusiast role. And between us, I fear I sounded slightly insane because I was so excited. Nothing’s set in stone just yet, but the opportunity to host a party with my closet blogger friends = awesome. I’m ready to go!
And after our chat and quick run through the rain, she showed me some of Gap’s new styles at the store and then…let me pick out some stuff to take home. *crickets chirping* Best day ever. I had to try not to squeal out loud or jump up and down clapping like Kelly Kapoor. I did that later ;)
Here’s the new stuff I got too, I cannot wait to wear it to work.
And no, I won’t be “cinching” or “belting” the waist like the SNL Gap girls (for now.)
How was everyone else’s weekend?

18 June 2009

A healthy list of celebrity crushes

By: Jessica B.
Tagged: celebrity, Random
I like guys and read a healthy amount of celebrity magazines, so it’s only natural that I have a long list of celebrity crushes. Some I’m very open about *cough John Krasinski cough* and some I need to put out there more. I can’t let John think I’m just sitting around waiting for me.
(Note to John Krasinski: I’m totally ready to run off and marry you at any second. I just need to grab my purse. Call me)
So rather than focus on some recent family health issues, here is a list of my biggest celeb guy/girl crushes. Oh and for any man I date, it is totally okay for me to sleep with any of these guys. Consider it my “get out of jail free” card :)
John Krasinski
It can’t be a huge shock that my uterus wants to give him LOTS of babies
Jon Hamm
Why yes Mr. Draper, I can come in your office to take a memo :)
Chris Pine

Beam me up Kirk! Rawr!
George Clooney
I just really want to say I slept with George Clooney. Timeless, just like Chanel
Ryan Reynolds

Boyish good looks in a chiseled man’s body. Yes please!
Hugh Jackman

He can sing and dance. And likes women. Triple threat
If you notice, all of my guys picks are clean-cut, All-American guys. That shouldn’t surprise anyone if you know me. I like ‘em that way.
And now for the ladies….
Angelina Jolie
Gorgeous. Hands down. And her partner is really hot too
Isla Fisher
Love her hair. I wish my hair was that gorgeous
Leighton Meester
Preppy perfect and slept with Chuck Bass. Win, win
Reese Witherspoon
I love her look, style and man. I can’t help that
Who are your celebrity crushes? Guy and girl choices can be shared.  
Or does anyone have any big weekend plans?

16 June 2009

Facebook makes me feel old

By: Jessica B.
Tagged: family
Once you set up a Facebook profile, you go through a variety of emotions:
  • Acceptance, yes, you have a Facebook account now. You’re not left out in the cold
  • Shock, OMG friend requests from people I knew in high school and that guy I fooled around with for one night in college?
  • Joy, yes! I am more successful, prettier, etc. than people who were mean to me in high school
  • Stalker, hmmm John didn’t call me back last night, let’s check his Wall and see what he’s been up to? Was he really “away from his phone?”
  • Old

That’s right, I said it. I’m at the stage where Facebook makes me feel old.

Sadly, I’m passed the shock and joy phase, I’ve moved through those emotions and have now settled on the “old” stage of Facebook. Of the many Facebook acceptance levels, I really hope “old” is the last one.
I hit this stage when I checked my e-mail a few weeks ago and received the following “friend” notification.
“Jessica, Grace [last name] has added you as a friend on Facebook.”
Grace is my 13 year old goddaughter/cousin. Immediately I thought it was a joke, and that a pedophile was pretending to be my goddaughter so he could talk dirty to me on Facebook chat and spam me.
To my displeasure, I was wrong. It was my goddaughter trying to friend me.
Once I accepted her request, I checked out her profile. And let me say, the girl is gorgeous, which I already knew. Five foot seven inches tall and all legs (bitch).
I am about to leave a note on her Wall when suddenly I see her status as “in a relationship.”
IN A RELATIONSHIP??? WTF did I miss? She’s 13 and has a boyfriend??? If she has a boyfriend, have they been necking or god…touching???
To see if my worst fears were true, I lovingly wrote on her Wall, while having a near heart attack:
“You have a boyfriend?? How old is he? Did you run a background check? Does he have good credit? DOES YOUR FATHER KNOW??” (I know my Uncle wouldn’t take too kindly to a boy around his pre-pubescent daughter).
And as I hit “send” I realized, OMG I sound just like MY parents.
That was a tough realization.
While cowering in the reality that I am just like my parents and that I said a “parent-like” thing to my goddaughter, I came into work the next day and got another friend request.
“Jessica, Hannah [insert last name] has added you as a friend on Facebook.”
Sitting at my desk, blinking disbelievingly at my screen I muttered, “motherf*cker” because my other 13 year old cousin was now friending me on Facebook. Was this a conspiracy to drive me crazy?
So I check out her profile and see a picture of her weighed down my heavy eyeliner, blue eyeshadow and mascara along with several revealing outfits that are way too small for her. Let’s just say this, bosoms were heaving.
And when I saw her status as “in a relationship” I thought for a minute before I wrote on her Wall. What would I say to her that wouldn’t make me sound like a fuddy duddy? My goddaughter felt the wrath of my adult rage, would I make another one feel the same thing? Well, I do like my goddaughter more than this cousin, so maybe I don’t have to worry.
After a few moments of thought, I wrote out quickly, “like your profile pic, just remember, don’t hand out the milk for free.”
And hit “send.”
Has anyone else had friend requests on Facebook that make them panic or groan? Or who do you hope NEVER finds you on Facebook?

15 June 2009

The joy of roommates

By: Jessica B.
For me, picking a roommate is almost as important as picking a spouse or a pet. Why? Because you are inviting someone into your home and living with them in a casual, personal setting. This isn’t like work where you can retreat to a cube or “punch out” at 5 p.m., oh no, this person is with you at night and first-thing in the morning. Oh and weekends!

I’ve only had a few roommates because I learned very early on that I do better living alone. I have a tendency to be territorial and like 15 minutes of quiet when I get home, where my Blackberry isn’t buzzing, phone isn’t ringing or people aren’t saying my name. Having a roommate who is okay with “quiet time” and no talking right away is tough.

I bring this up because today, one of my co-workers was telling me about looking for a new apartment/roommates and hearing her talk about it, reminds me of an episode of the Bachelor.
First, how awesome would it be to have a roommate rose ceremony full of tears, self-doubt and drama?
In the city, having roommate is a common thing, but the process of picking one, from interviews, to applications to credit checks to waiting by the phone to hear if you’re in, it’s very reality show-inspired.
I guess we can say that the group dates and making out with multiple people are optional.
And along with hearing about the interview process, it made me really feel fortunate that my roommate experiences to date haven’t been life-scarring awful. Sure, they haven’t been great but not unmanageable.
I’ve had a roommate that told me to “burn in hell,” on a regular basis, one that didn’t like walking in on my boyfriend and me making out all the time so she would passive aggressively slam doors early in the morning and one that would chastise my cleaning skills verbally to anyone that would listen. So not awful but not fun either. That is exactly why I live alone.
What is your worst/best roommate experience?