They say that a woman's sexual prime is 30, and a man's is 18 (or something like that).  I guess I can understand the biology behind the age of a sexual prime, but where is there an age-logic behind a dating prime?

I recently went out with "O" the other night.  We didn't really do much, just the typical first-meeting 'date': coffee and a tour of his studio.  I think it's safe to say I am smitten.  However, I have a feeling that this guy is going to break my petty heart.  I met him online years ago and didn't actually meet him until the other night.  How do I know he will break my heart after only meeting him once (and hundreds of text messages later)?  Because he's so pretty.

I also met a bar-back (let's call him "T") a few weeks ago, and we've so far gone on a couple of dates.  He lives up North and is from a small town.  I like him.  I don't fully know how I feel about small-town folks, but they are of a different breed.

Tomorrow, I've got a date with "S".  He kind of persisted for awhile, and I finally agreed to at least go out with him, at least just this once (what can I say?  I'm a sucker for giving chances).

Before you start judging me for bragging about my so-called exciting dating life, I must mention one thing that all of these guys have in common:  they are all under the age of 22. 

Don't say it.  Don't say that word that starts with a "C" and rhymes with Dougar.  Don't you dare say it.

How?  How does this happen?  Is there a shortage of girls somewhere?  Does it read "Desperate for a Date...any date" on my forehead?  Am I that short (short enough to be a teenager)?

I guess for anyone else, age isn't really a number and would've not thought twice about refusing to go out with someone 5 years younger than them, but hey.  I am willing to try anything once.  Or twice.  Or thrice (three dates is usually how long it takes me to decide if I wanna keep seeing someone).

So far, the 'experience' has been humbling.  They treat me well, and they seem to keep coming back for more.  I just wonder what I can really offer to them.

I have always hated Disney. Their movies have a way of 'cock-teasing' young girls' dreams of finding the Perfect Man.

Just when some of us self-conscious girls couldn't find more reasons to hate Disney Princesses, I have discovered that there is more to hate about them, besides their perfectly coiffed hair and airbrushed complexions.

In Sleeping Beauty, Prince Charming took Sleeping Beauty away from the Evil Witch and carried her on his white stead to his castle. But wait. Disney tends to censor the masses by skipping all the truly good parts. What happens between the time the credits are rolled and Sleeping Beauty and Prince Charming lived "happily ever after"? What you didn't see was Prince Charming taking Sleeping Beauty to his bedroom in the highest tower of the castle and laying her on the grandest bed... peeled off her petticoat and took off his shirt...and...

In Aladdin, I totally dreamnt of a romantic dusty evening, and Aladdin would swoop me away from my balcony on his grand carpet and take me back to his lair where he laid me down on his futon, peeled off his vest and he looked like this:

And don't even lie. When you saw Lilo and Stitch, did you totally imagine Lilo's friend would look like this in a few years, nipple ring and all?:

This is the stuff childhood Disney dreams are made of...

So.

I was guilted into making an updated. Mostly because I am paying for this website... hahaha.

Anyhoo, I was due for a little update and I do need to vent a little.

Work - got a raise. It's not really something to 'vent' about, it's just something worth mentioning as a little update, I guess. Or not. I worked really hard for it, so I'm going to say it is worth mentioning.

Love - SD and I are just friends again. We just had some issues, so I thought it would be better if we just remained friends. Actually it was more like I had issues with him. They were actually foreseeable issues, because just about everyone warned me against him, but alas, I am the type of person who will give you the benefit of doubt and try to find a good in you, even if you have the word 'JACKASS' blinking across your forehead. I don't think he entirely understands what happens now, and I kinda gave up with explaining after a 5-hour texting conversation. How hard is it to understand that our friendship pretty much remains the same, just without the sex?

Let's just say, I've made some efforts to move on.

Travel - I've been really itching to get out of town. Just change the scene a little. I'm going through my "Itch" phase where I just want to get away from everything because everything has been so mundane. I was supposed to go Vegas this weekend, but plans fell through. I think I might escape to New York City again next month, but I'll have to think about it more, although I hate putting a lot of thought into stuff like this. Just up and go...that's how I lik

The other day I was on a date with someone that I don't particularly even want a relationship with. Is that weird? Is it odd that I go on dates for the sake of going on them and don't even expect anything out of it? Not even sex? I suppose some might say I'm just wasting time, and perhaps I am, but I just can't help but obligate myself to go out. I'm impulsive repulsive. What's more weird is that although I don't particularly want more than friendship from this person, I was strangely frisky by the end of the night. Nothing really happened. Eventually he had to take me home because he couldn't handle it. I felt kinda stupid after, but I can't do much but shrug and laugh at the situation. I don't mean to sound conceited, but he'll be back. Question is, is that what I want? Shit, why am I in such a limbo?

I have an insatiable itch to travel. It's in my blood, man. I'm going to Montreal in a couple weeks, but it's only for a weekend and it's not enough. Gotta get out of here. Lately the weather has been too warm to snowboard and too cold to do much else. The other day, I discovered the horror of all horrors: more stretch marks on my ass. Thus, I'm getting fat. I agreed to start taking yoga classes with Vicki, but I really just gotta get out of here. Gotta get moving. Moving. Moving. Moving. Perhaps Cali in April, and then Puerto Rico in May? Get back to me if you've got a case of heebie-jeebies, too.

In other news, house-hounting news to be specific, I've been checking out places in the areas closest to my office. I've found some some decent ones )2-3 bedrooms, 1000+ square feet) that are within my price range. I think what I'll do is live in it and rent out the other bedrooms to friends. I came to this decision after checking out rent space in this city and decided that renting sucks and renting out is better. I think that's the most ideal situation -- to earn rent to pay the mortgage every month and live with friends at the same time. I'm not particularly keen on having roommates, but it'll have to do and I'll have a pretty rigourous screening process (non-female, non-crazy). It's especially good to rent out to friends because at least I can skip the criminal checks. Har har. I'm not sure what to do first, though: look for tenants or put an offer down. Hmm...