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Take Me out to the Ballgame

I was out of town last week which always puts me way behind in my blog writing. But, y’all, I was in Utah for work and it was GORGEOUS! I wouldn’t last living there: cold and outdoorsy. But, it was so pretty!

Also, ALL THE TULIPS!!!!

I wanted to cry every time I stepped outside, it was all so beautiful. Seriously.

Anyway, prior to that trip, I went on a date. It was the Saturday before Easter – you know, the Sunday where I needed to leave my house by 7:15 to be at church for 5 hours – so, I probably shouldn’t have gone out. But, how do you resist an invitation to a baseball game? It’s my favorite kind of date!

Except for the clothes…casual clothes are REALLY hard for me. Well, I should say, casual clothes when you want to impress someone are really hard for me. I don’t like wearing flats on dates; I’m short enough as it is. I also prefer to wear rompers or dresses for warm-weather dates. But, obviously, at a baseball game, I can’t look like I’m trying too hard (although, as I was soon to learn, at Nashville baseball games, no one watches the games. I could have worn a romper with wedges and been quite at home with many of the other girls who just walked around the stadium and hung out at the trendy bar past left field.)

So, I settled on this: casual shorts, a t-shirt (but at least a cute one with a ballet back), and floral flats because it’s too early for straight up sandals. Maybe not my best date outfit, but it worked and got me out the door (I was, naturally, running late. I blame it on the casual clothes).

What would you wear to a baseball game – either, normally, or on a date? I feel like my answers to that question would be different depending on the circumstances; maybe yours are, too. Give me some ideas for next time, please!!

Cool Cool

I made a comment on facebook recently that I think I might be losing people’s attention because I haven’t had any good dating stories in a while. So…it’s time to give the people what they want!

One of the reasons there has been a shortage of stories about my love life is that I deleted all of my dating apps. I decided to just give real life a chance again for a while. And real life has treated me pretty well – I can generally weed out the weirdos before I go on a date with them (that doesn’t prohibit me from doing embarrassing things like asking out my chiropractor, but it does limit the awkward interactions), and so my dating experiences are much more pleasant. Perhaps, though, pleasant isn’t as great for my blog readership.

Fortunately for all of you, the other night, a ghost from Tinder past popped up.

For you to understand this story, I need to tell you about a guy I met online back in May. He lived in Knoxville but came to Nashville a lot. We exchanged numbers, and he started texting me. His texts were not exactly stimulating, though… Almost every day, he’d ask me how my day was, I’d answer, and then he’d ask when I got off work. Everyday I’d tell him I got off at 5. Guys, 5:00. Like, that’s not a weird time to remember. But, every day we’d have the same conversation, and I’d tell him the same time. His response was always, “cool, cool.” End of conversation.

Naturally, he became the “cool, cool” guy to my friends. After a week or so of this dead end conversation, I just ghosted. People may disagree with this technique, but when we’ve never met and I’ve shared no more conversation with you then when I get off work and “cool, cool”, I think ghosting is completely appropriate.

Fast forward to last weekend, I went out with some friends for my birthday. A man I’d never seen before came up and started talking to me, and as the conversation progressed, he insisted, repeatedly, that he knew me. I knew I’d never met this guy, and I don’t usually have “one of those faces”, but he insisted. After about 5 minutes, my friends were ready to leave, and I was over the conversation, so I said my goodbyes and the guy asked for my number.

Side note: I almost always give my real number, unless the guy is REALLY creepy. It’s hard to reject someone out right like that, and I don’t like lying by giving a fake number. I figure the worst that can happen is I get a few annoying texts after. Again, you may have a different philosophy on this point than me. That’s fine.

Anyway, the guy texted me while I was standing there so I’d have his number, but I didn’t open the text then. My friends and I went on our way, and it wasn’t until a few hours later that I looked at my phone and saw the unopened text. I opened it, and much to my surprise, there was a text history from that number. And, of course, as you’ve likely guessed by now – it belonged to the “cool cool” guy.

I guess my profile pictures are super memorable, or maybe he just has a photographic memory, because I for sure did not recognize someone whose pictures I’d seen 9 months ago. But, kudos to Cool Cool for being right; technically, we had “met”.

Also, as you might have guessed, I did not ever respond to him. Sorry, buddy. Meeting you in real life had only confirmed what my intuition has previously told me.

So, the morals of the story here are 2-fold. 1) Always listen to your intuition. It will not lead you astray. And 2) never delete your text history.

I was going to show you the outfit I wore that night – it was a very cute romper/choker combo, if I do say so myself. Unfortunately, none of those pictures turned out well. So, instead, here is what I wore on my actual birthday. I told you’d I’d probably wear this tulle skirt – and, I did! (Still not my best representation of a cute outfit. I promise it looked good, though. And I was a big fan of this color combo!)

My Awkward life

Now back to our regularly scheduled programming: My Awkward Life.

Y’all, I had the most awkward moment in my not-as-short-anymore-life a couple weeks ago. And this is coming from the girl who asked out her chiropractor – and then went back to him. It was terrible.

As ground work for this story, let me say that although I’m on this kinda-break from dating, I did have one “pre-existing” guy that resurfaced about the same time I started my break. So, I was grandfathering him in and had a date planned with him for the Tuesday after Halloween.

The Saturday before Halloween, I took my cute little Tooth Fairy costume out on the town with some friends. As I was about to leave (literally, I was checking Uber and Lyft rates), a man dressed as a chicken started talking to me, and he happened to be super interesting. (This is not important to the story, but he was from New Jersey, had gone to college in Oklahoma for the rodeo, moved to Nashville for music, still was the front-man for a band, but during the day was a commodity trader who was loaded and lived on his boat (I called it a yacht, but I think it was technically a boat.). FASCINATING. And it was all true. I googled him.)

Anyway, so the Chicken and I ended up talking outside for quite a while, and as we’re sitting there, a guy high-fives me. While I’m high-fiving him back, I look up and see that his buddy, dressed like a tiger, is the guy I have a date scheduled with for 3 days later.

Awkward.

Pause for a moment and let’s reflect on how small of a town Nashville really is. I run into people I know all the time. Usually in less uncomfortable circumstances.

Back to my story, the Tiger says nothing, but keeps walking, and I tell the Chicken that I have a date with that tiger on Tuesday. I figured he might as well share in the discomfort with me, although to his credit, he was much less phased by it than I was.

The Chicken and I keep talking, and after a little while, I’m calling an Uber again, when from across the street, I hear my name. The Tiger yells hey and waves and keeps walking. And I want to die. The Chicken says I can go talk to him, but that’s weird. I think I just did a little half-step dance move, said “this is the most awkward situation of my life”, and got in my Uber.

Needless to say, nothing ever came of either of those two guys. No big loss with the Tiger – this was about his 4th chance, anyway. But, I wouldn’t have minded talking to the Chicken more, even though I don’t think he shared my values. So, maybe it was for the best.

And, there you have it. Definitely the most awkward moment I’ve ever had – hopefully the most I will ever have. It really was like being in the Mindy Project or some other sitcom. But, I survived, and maybe the two bullets dodged made it all worth it.

Maybe.

As my shirt says, though, “Life is short.” Embrace the awkward (and wear sequins).

1-sequins-glitter-sweater

Man Fast 2.0?

Y’all, I think I’m going to go an unofficial Man Fast again. For those of you who don’t know me well or haven’t been following my blog long, a few years ago, I took a 10 month break from dating. At first, I thought it was going to be miserable, but as time went on, it really wasn’t that bad and was a great move for me spiritually.

Fast-forward to now, and I’m kinda over dating at the moment. There are aspects of it that are super fun, of course, and I really enjoy meeting new people, getting dressed up, etc. But, for the most part, it’s a little exhausting and full of varying degrees of disappointment.

So, I’m thinking I may take a break for a while until someone REALLY wows me. Having said that, though, I am willing and available to be a plus one for the CMA Awards…just in case anyone needs one.

But don’t worry, I’ve got enough stories in the bank to keep you entertained, even if I am on a break (and, let’s be realistic. A homeless man threw his lunch at me while I was minding my own business, so break or no break, I will probably have new material.)

One such story happened a few months ago. I’ve been saving this one because I thought maybe this guy and I were going somewhere. We didn’t, so now I can talk about it. I’ve left out his name, but the details are accurate.

Earlier this summer, one of my good friends was in town with her husband. She really wanted to get pancakes at a very popular Nashville tourist destination, and having never been there, I was glad to go. The plan was to go to church, then get lunch. Unfortunately, I had a flat tire that morning and couldn’t go to church, so my friends came to pick me up to eat earlier. However, on the way to my house, they witnessed an accident on the highway and had to stop to give a report to the police.

By the time it was all said and done, we ended up at the restaurant about an hour before we would have been there had the morning gone normally. As we waited in line, baking in the sun, my friend and I decided to leave her husband to hold our place while we shopped at a nearby boutique. We turned around, and two people behind me, looking directly at me, was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. He looked like Bradley Cooper – only better, because he was a real person.

Like the mature 30-somethings that we are, this guy and I made eye-contact about 15 more times that morning but never spoke, despite being 2 feet away from each other for 45 minutes. I chatted with my friends about mundane things, started to drip with sweat, got my heel stuck in a crack and had to take my shoe off to get it out – you know, the kinds of things that really impress a man.

Finally, we sat down, ate, and were ready to pay. My friend and I ran to the bathroom, and while I was in there, I got the brilliant idea to write Mr. Cooper a note (this is not unprecedented for me. But that’s a different story). I grabbed a paper towel and wrote:

“You look like Bradley Cooper. If you live in Nashville, here is my number: xxx-xxx-xxxx. If you don’t, you should move. <3, Sarah Beth.”

My plan was to drop it off at his table as we were walking out. Only, when I left the bathroom, he was walking in. He gave me this huge, heart-stopping smile, and went into the men’s room. I walked over to his table, dropped off the note, and literally ran away as his friend sat there staring at me like I was a crazy person.

It was only as I was running away that I realized his friend better have gotten a good look at me because I left no identifying information.

Fortunately, he did, or Mr. C was smart enough to figure it out on his own, because a few hours later, I got a text, “I hope this number belongs to the cute blonde in line in front of me for pancakes.”

Sigh.

Of course, he was exactly my type. Christian, conservative, smart, fun, military special forces (hence, his remarkable resemblance to American Sniper Bradley Cooper)… Of course, he did not live in Nashville. Nevertheless, we ended up talking for about 2 months before the distance just became too big of a factor. But, that was about 7 weeks longer than I expected to talk to him, so really, I count this as a success.

While I was disappointed it didn’t work out, I think my two-month texting relationship with Mr. C did accomplish something very valuable, which was to revive my hope in serendipity (aka, God’s sovereignty). If I hadn’t had a flat tire and my friends hadn’t witnessed an accident, we wouldn’t have been in line at the same time as this perfect human specimen, and I never would have even seen him, much less had an almost-relationship with him. Everyone always says you can meet “the One” anywhere, and if I can meet someone in line for pancakes, never even speak to him, and then talk regularly for 2 months, I suppose they might be right.

So, to bring this long post full-circle, I’m keeping my options open, but I want something special, like what could-have-been with Mr. C. If that means I’m on a break for a while, so be it. If that means I meet someone at the gas pump next to me tonight and we hit it off, great! But if that means I start hanging out at pancake restaurants regularly, please stage an intervention.

1-neon-shoes-navy-shirtThis is the outfit I was wearing on that blessed day. Mostly, I just love these shoes, even if they do get stuck in cracks.

Have you ever left a note on a napkin for someone? How did it go? For those of you in relationships, what are your “meet-cute” stories? I always enjoy learning what circumstances brought people together, and I’d love to hear yours!

The Hot Doctor

By popular demand, here is the story of me asking out my chiropractor that I alluded to a few weeks ago.

First of all, I hope he doesn’t ever read this (not sure how he would?), because I’m not really changing any details.

Second of all, let me assure any legitimate contenders for my affection (??) that I’m not the Taylor Swift of the fashion blogging world. I really don’t talk about dating situations that actually matter – good or bad. But, some of my stories are just so funny/ridiculous/entertaining that to not share them would be a crime.

Third of all, it’s long, but I think you won’t mind.

Those disclaimers made, I’d had a sore back for about 6 months, thanks to an ill-fated trip to the honky tonks on an icy night. I basically just googled a chiropractor near me and showed up. And, he was beautiful.

If you’ve ever been to the chiropractor, you know they get all up in your business, so having one that is good-looking is a little awkward. But, delightful.

My first three visits were great – he grinned so big when I walked in and would sit next to me while I was on this massage table thing and just chat. Then, he told me that I should find some friends with a boat so I could go on the lake with them…and he could come with me! So, y’all, I thought I was golden.

I seldom (never?) ask guys out. I’m just a little old-fashioned in that way. But, I thought the doctor/patient thing might make him think he couldn’t, so on my 4th appointment, I told him I wasn’t coming back for a while because I was feeling better. He seemed sad about it. Then, my appointment ended, and the conversation went like this:

Me: “So, what are the ethics here?”

McDreamy: “Uh…what do you mean?”

Me: “Well, since I’m not going to be here for a while…do I have to officially fire you for us to hang out?”

McD: nervous laughter. “Um, I’m not sure.”

Me: suddenly feeling awkward. “Well, read your chiropractor ethics book and find out.”

We talked about this for another minute or two, I asked if he’d be “disbarred” or whatever, and then we finished with this exchange:

McD: “I think there’d be a fine.”

Me: “Oh, then it’s totally worth it!”

McD: more nervous laughter “Uh, well, I guess I have your number…”

Me: “Haha” (but really, ‘yeah, dummy, it’s on my chart’)

Predictably, he never called. So…that did not work as I’d anticipated. But, I don’t regret asking him because a) I thought I was clever about it, and b) I would have always wondered “what if”, if I hadn’t.

I still think he gave me all the right signs – it honestly didn’t even occur to me that this was a gamble. Oh well. You win some, you lose some. But, this is not the end of the story. Of course.

Unfortunately, I hurt my back again, and since he’d helped so much the first time, I thought I’d be an adult and go back to him. So, I did…

The follow-up visit actually wouldn’t have been awkward, but his receptionist forgot to record the appointment. So, I walked in to an empty office, and him coming from the back in shorts and a t-shirt. For some reason, we still went ahead with the appointment, despite the fact that we were the ONLY TWO PEOPLE IN THE OFFICE. Had my previous attempt at alluring him gone better, this scenario could have been quite romantic. But, alas. It was instead as awkward as befits my life (insert monkey with his hands over his eyes emoji).

So, here I am again at square one. C’est la vie. In that spirit, here is a dress I used to wear on dates all the time. I don’t any more, partly because I haven’t been on a date in a while, partly because I’m tired of it, and partly because I’ve moved on to shorts as my go-to date wear. But, it still has a little wear left in it, and you know I love a good fruit motif.

1 - mint green dress, yellow accessoriesHave a good day, everyone! And be bold! It does make life more exciting, even if it doesn’t work out like you’d planned.

Don’t DIY

First of all, I’m kinda obsessed with these cropped orange/tomato red/I-don’t-actually-know-what-to-call-this-color pants of mine. You can’t really wear orange pants every day because people would notice, but it’s quite tempting.

Second, I love the scallop detailing on this blouse. It’s one of my yard sale finds from a few weeks ago, that I’m pretty sure I paid $2 for. Worth it.

However, whether it was because the top was previously worn, or whether it’s just cheap, or whether my washing machine eats buttons, I’m not sure…but, for whatever reason, the buttons on the back of the blouse (there are about 4 from the neck to mid-back) have popped off. Because I’m not very domestic and sewing takes a long time, I fixed them with safety pins and glue. That was fine until I went to my chiropractor and he made fun of me (I didn’t realize you could tell my shoddy DIY job when I was lying down. Standing up it was fine, I swear!). So…I guess that’ll teach me to cut corners.

I also learned that day not to ask out your chiropractor, but that’s a story for another time.

1 - orange cropped pants, scalloped topSorry my hair is in my face in this picture. I had another where I looked a little less like a 1930s pin-up girl, but my lipstick in this picture is so on-point! It is straight-up orange lipstick that I bought because it was on clearance at Target and I’m a sucker. But, I actually really love it!

Have you ever had a DIY job go terribly wrong – or terribly right? What are your biggest victories and failures, fashion or otherwise? I’d love to hear your stories! Have a great weekend, everyone!

Florals and Stripes

I know you’re all DYING for an update on my dating life (she says dripping with sarcasm…). Well, the highlight right now is the homeless guy who threw his lunch at me the other day. I think it was a unique form of flirting, and in that sense, almost flattering… So, you can see I’m in a bit of a low period. 

I have deleted all my dating apps, though. After all my defending of Tinder, I was finally convinced that there are very few (read: none) people on it with honest intentions. The rest of the apps were just too much work. So, if I don’t meet someone the old fashioned way – in real life – I may just die an old maid. Que sera, sera.

In that spirit, here is a floral blouse that might match the pattern on your grandmother’s couch. Just kidding. I love florals, and I don’t think they look old-lady ish at all, especially when combined with stripes (which, my mom reminded me, was how my grandmother wall-papered her house. So, maybe I stand corrected.)

Seriously, though, florals and stripes are my favorite way to mix patterns – and a pretty simple way to pull off that trend successfully. My pants are a soft pink and white stripe that pairs well with the pink in my blouse. Since neither piece is too bold and both in the same color palette, mixing the patterns was easy. I added a green tank and purple shoes, because, you know, I like to wear as many colors at once as possible, and my Easter egg outfit was complete (self-deprecation aside, I loved this look).

1 - floral and stripesHow do you feel about florals? Old lady or on-trend? Would you pair them with stripes, another pattern, or only solids? Let’s talk!

Date Night Uniform

The other night, I went on a date that was actually really good. I don’t know if anything else will come of it than a good date, but it was nice to have a really enjoyable one for a change – especially since earlier that morning, a guy online had asked me to be his baby mama. Not as a euphemism for hooking up. He literally was looking for someone to bear his child… 🙈

Alas, I did not get a picture of my date night outfit because I was running late (duh). So, here’s one that I wore on a date several months ago (as you can tell by my Christmas tree, wool skirt, and tights). First of all, I LOVE these earrings, and I’m pretty sure I built this outfit around them. Second, I really like wearing casual pieces dressed up for dates. It’s a put-together look that doesn’t seem as if you were trying too hard. So yes, I wore a skirt and patent wedges, but I paired it with a t-shirt, so I still looked appropriate for the VERY casual fine dining establishment he chose (y’all, I’m just going to be honest. I’ve become a bit of a restaurant snob, and chains are just hard for me).
1 - date night t-shirtDo you have a go-to date look? In the summer, mine is typically a cute t-shirt with a skirt, or shorts with a dressier blouse – some combo of dressy and casual. Winter is similar, just with tights – ha! Married or single, what’s your usual uniform for nights out? I’d love to hear some new ideas!

You seem tall

A surprisingly common misconception about me on dating sites is that I’m tall. I finally asked someone why they thought that, and he said I was almost the same height as the Christmas tree in one of my pictures. Valid point, except my tree is short, and my heels are high. It usually gets awkward after they learn that. Oh well.

Obviously, this is not a current outfit, but I liked it and haven’t blogged it yet, so here we go. I bought these “slips” online a year or two ago to go under a sheer dress, and they’re basically just a super stretchy, long tank top. I really love them as a base layer with leggings – and in this case, boot socks. There are a lot of bottom half layers happening in this look, and I say the more the merrier.

That’s about all I have to say on this one: all neutrals, but enough going on with details to make it interesting. And a touch of pink in my jewelry – naturally.
1 - black and boot socksHappy Monday, everyone! Let me know if you think I look tall, or have any other comments at all. I love hearing from you!

Dateless but not Desperate

Lest Tuesday’s post makes you think everything in my life is perfect, let’s talk about my dating life. A couple weeks ago, I wrote a post about a Match.com experience I had. I never advertised the post, because I wasn’t sure it was that entertaining. Maybe in the context of this bigger post, it fits better. Feel free to read the (one-sided) conversation, if you’d like.

I really had high hopes for Match, actually. I love Tinder, but I wasn’t finding anyone that wanted a relationship and/or shared my values. On Match, I’ve found both, but it’s the other factors that have been lacking. Like attractiveness or the ability to write a complete sentence. Here are some other actual Match.com findings:

  • An introductory message that read simply, “drinks??” At least he’s efficient.
  • A man who after sporadically talking to me for a month, finally asked for my number and then said he’d “probably” call me that weekend. And got mad when I said I’d “probably” be around.
  • Another man who suggested we go on a date next week and when I responded with my availability, SHUT DOWN. I haven’t heard from him since.
  • The Proverbs 31 guy. His message said I seemed like a Proverbs 31 woman, which was confusing to me because I didn’t talk about dyeing clothes or purchasing land anywhere in my profile.

I honestly haven’t been on a date in months, which is fine because I’ve been busy, but sad because I really like going on dates. If I did go on a date, though, I’d probably wear something like this because my colorful kimono and dressy shorts are my new favorite things.

1 - kimono, shortsInstead, I wore them to a friend’s birthday party which was also fun.

Anyone else have good dating stories? Please let me know I’m not alone in this crazy, ridiculous online dating scene. Right??

Have a good weekend, everyone!

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