An Update In Romance

I'm in love with Sheldon Cooper from The Big Bang Theory. Because he is exactly my type. And realizing this has been helpful. Because I found out exactly what I go for in a guy.

Seven Qualities Found in Sheldon Cooper

(which coincidentally can be found in 95% of all the men I have ever liked.)

1. Tall.
2. Dark hair.
3. Nerdy.
4. Awkward.
5. Uninterested in the love thing.
6. Doesn't really know I exist.
7. Likes geek sci-fi things like Doctor Who.

The reasons this is a problem for me (aside from the fact that he is a fictional character, therefore I can't marry him) are numbers 5 and 6 on the list. I suppose number 4 could also be a problem but we'll just skip that for now.

You see, I realized that in liking men who don't want to be in relationships because they are too busy living lives and who especially don't want to be in a relationship with me because I'm barely a blip (if even that on their radar), I am not exactly setting myself up for much of a chance at snagging a man as it were. What I'm really doing is setting myself up for a future of cats dressed up in Doctor Who costumes and yearly trips to Comic Con to try to find a bigger nerd than me.

Just a small taste of what you would expect to be on my blog in the future.

I need an intervention. Save me from my Cat Comic Con life.

A Hanukkah Miracle

On Monday I was driving to work (late) when I realized that I have been driving on empty for about a week. I had intended to go gas up before work, but forgot and woke up late and that put the whole plan out of whack. I was certain that my 12 gallon tank was empty and wouldn't make it to work. 

So I said a little prayer asking that the fumes or spirit or whatever it be get me to work so I can be on time. And somehow, I got to work on time. And just like it had for the Maccabees, the oil lasted for 8 days. Or well 8 days of driving on empty total. When I filled up my tank that night after work, I put in 12.03 gallons.

My new goal is to fill up more regularly and not be in the position where I need a miracle.

"And That's the First Kind Word I've Had from Anyone Since Lydia Went Away..."

I like this guy. He is a really great guy. He is my friend and he's funny and cute and nice and smart and everything he ought to be. And the more I hangout with him the more I like him. But there is trouble a brewing...and it's two-fold. I don't think he likes me. And the other fold, I'm starting to not even think it's worth hoping for or pursuing. Because despite his being, ya know, flat-out great, I sort of feel we are just not from the same world. 

Ya know those movies from the 80s...where they talked about people being from the wrong side of the tracks? Like in Some Kind of Wonderful or Pretty in Pink? Well, that's me. I sort of feel like I'm coming from the wrong side of the tracks. Which is absurd because I do not. Me and mine do just fine, thank you very much. 

Now we all know that I prefer Duckie, but for the sake of this narrative let's just say I'm liking the Blaine guy. Which is, when you think about it, basically my whole problem. I should be grateful Blaine doesn't want me...because that leaves room for Duckie, right? Right?

But I can't help feeling that way because it feels like he's just more world worn or something. Sophisticated? That's not quite the adjective I'm looking for, but it's the same kind of feel. It's sort of like he's Mr. Darcy and I'm like Kitty Bennett. In fact, that's exactly what it's like. It's that he's too good for me, but not in a low self-esteem nonsense sort of way. I'm perfectly happy with who I am and the life I've lived. But my life doesn't seem made to fit with his life. Which is alright. It just has me feeling kind of down. I really like this guy. He has done all these amazing things and been all these amazing places and has this amazing brain. And I'm not even sure what about me is amazing yet. But trust me, I know I am amazing. I am just not sure what is my amazing specialty. What (aside from my terrific blogness) makes me amazing?

Jane, Mary, Kitty and Lydia (from Lost In Austen)
Kitty Bennet being the cute-ish but not bewitching, fun but not ridiculous, and not stuffy bookish one. You know...the normal, average one that nobody talks about. I mean heck, they sometimes cut her out of the adaptations. She doesn't even get to go to Brighton!

And no, I'm not fishing for compliments or feeling sorry for myself...because I think I'm pretty much overall good to great. I just haven't found my amazing.

And maybe that is my problem. Maybe that is why I keep falling for all these Pemberley types and I don't seem to bewitch them body and soul. Because right now, I'm only good to great. Which makes me the sort of girl who ends up living with my parents and weirdo sister at the end of the book...I don't even wind up with Mr. Collins. But I can't decide if that's a good or a bad thing. 

PS While looking for that picture of the P&P girls I found this humorous LOST (crazy ABC TV show) in Austen thing. I found it to be mildly amusing, so I thought I'd share.

Hypothermia

I came to see the snow. I didn't know it would be this cold. I wanted to bask in it, wrap myself up in its arms til the cold stopped being cold and burned. It hurts so good. But I'd rather it just didn't hurt at all. I wish I could light the fire in front of me instead of soaking the wood in icy chill. I wish there was that spark. But there isn't. And I'm here in the middle of the white-out. Frost bitten.

Small Victories

Disclaimer: This could be TMI.

I have been really struggling with something for the past couple of weeks. I have just not been able to escape it no matter what I do. And it's really painful. It is a Satan Zit. Right on the tippy-tip of my nose I have had the most painful blemish of my life. The blemish is one of those lurks under the skin, never comes to the surface, feels like you're being stabbed with a knife zits. 

Actual Photo

So I've been walking around looking like Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer or a stereotypical clown. And I've been doing everything I can to get rid of this monstrosity. Using every product in my house. Exfoliating my skin down to the layer just above the dermis. I've been walking around my house with product and bandaids on my nose which has made me look like I have had a nose job. Long story short (too late), I've done everything in my power to no avail. The thing would not die.

Then today, miracle of miracles, the demon spirit was exorcised. It's gone. I can touch my nose without feeling the impulse to weep. It's the greatest thing that has happened to my nose in a long time. And I'm so grateful.

Now all I have to do is figure out how to regrow the skin on my nose, and life will be perfect.