How awesome would it be if relationships were accredited?
Colleges and universities are accredited by multiple organizations. Multiple factors are involved in order for the institution to maintain its accreditation (e.g., reputation of faculty, quality of education, objectives and/or goals, etc).
In relationships, individuals would be given an accreditation rating ranging from 1 (awful) to 5 (awesome) based on various factors (e.g., stability, past relationship behavior, drive, etc).
To calculate the relationship accreditation, add the individual ratings and take the average of the sum. For example, if a 4 entered a relationship with a 5, their sum would be a 9, which would make the relationship accreditation a 4.5. What’s great about knowing someone’s individual accreditation is that you would know ahead of time that you could be dealing with potential awesomeness (or a nightmare).
Talk about potential peace in the valley.
The restaurant you choose to take a date says a lot. Yes, I do realize that it comes off as vain, but that’s how it is. Take Red Lobster for example. I don’t (and probably will never) understand what’s so charming about this place. I’ve had better seafood at a backyard cookout.
I remember planning a first date with a guy I was interested in. He asked me where I wanted to go. I didn’t have a particular place in mind, so I named a few places that I didn’t want to go. As soon as I mentioned Red Lobster, ol’ boy got in his feelings. You would have thought I told him his mother’s cooking was nasty.
I explained to him that I consider Red Lobster to be the McNightmare of seafood. What would have been spent on mediocre food could be put to better use elsewhere. There are much better options that are well worth the price. He didn’t want to hear it. That was the last time I spoke to him. Guess I struck a nerve. Oh well.
Instead of getting all emo because somebody doesn’t like your fave, why not try something new? Do us all a favor and get some culture in your life. Endless shrimp are not the blueprint for fine dining.
Google Voice is a must have for those on Single Island. I give out my Google Voice number to those who want to contact me. It gives me a little bit of control. If I lose interest for whatever reason, I don’t have to worry about someone blowing up my cell phone with a lot of crazy. I can just go to my Google Voice account and have that stalker’s number blocked.
Communication and peace of mind. A definite win for me.
I live alone. After enduring noise all day, all I want to do is to relax in the peacefully quiet refuge that is my home.
At times, it’s a struggle. Peacefully quiet refuge isn’t cheap. On the other hand, I cherish quiet time too much to split rent and utilities in half.
No thank you.
In theory, relationships should be a balanced union between individuals. Keyword: theory.
For some, the scale is oftentimes off balanced as hell. How do you stay in a relationship when someone isn’t doing their share of the work? Doesn’t the burden of carrying that weight start to hurt? Do you start to resent them at some point?
I don’t understand it.
You can’t take bits and pieces that you like about someone and put that into a relationship. It’s not going to work. The entire person is in that relationship with you whether you like it or not. At some point, you won’t be able to ignore the parts about that person that you don’t like. The weight will continue to accumulate on the scale until it can no longer stay suspended in the air.
Yes you’re in a relationship. Does it work? It works for now. The scale is going to break from the weight. It’s either you provide your all or provide nothing. Put it all on the table, good and bad. If that’s too much for you, then you shouldn’t pursue a relationship with anyone. It’s impossible to be someone’s all when you have nothing to provide. Get yourself together so you can be an equal partner.
Some men have either forgotten their manners or were never taught any. Addressing a woman you don’t know by anything other than “Miss”, “Ms.”, or “Ma’am” will get you verbally throat chopped.
Recently, someone left me a message on a dating site I’m subscribed to. Imagine my disgust when I read the following:
My initial reaction was to go off on this moron. Once I calmed down, I realized that this guy has used this line on other women before and at least one of them thought it was cute. Gross.
If bad behaviors are acceptable by the majority, why correct them? While my fault likes in the man who sent me that mess, I also blame women for not correcting these dudes when they step out of line. If you think being called “boo” by a stranger is acceptable, what else will you accept?
Apparently a whole lot.
I’m going on a dating hiatus.
Before you curse me for ruining your day, allow me to explain. I’m stepping back from taking an active role in the dating scene. If I meet someone, great. If I don’t, whatever. The train wrecks I’ve encountered thus far have irritated my spirit to no end. At this point, I don’t have the patience to endure another round of “getting to know you”. I need a break. Don’t worry, I’ll have plenty of tales to bring you from Single Island.
On that note, I’m out!
Responsibility comes with adulthood. For the most part, the majority of adults handle their business. On the other end of the spectrum there are those who refuse to grow up. Similar to Peter Pan, these men are socially immature and devoid of responsibility. Date them at your own risk.
Shit is real on Single Island. With so much to deal with already, who the hell wants to date a man-child? Who deemed that combo sexy?
Why are these men like this?
Allow me to offer my thoughts. The one man-child I encountered had an ex who viewed him as pitiful, resulting in a level of coddling that I find disgusting. Unfortunately in this case, the actions of one woman become a mess for the next one. So much for paying it forward right?
Now that you’ve been informed (or reminded), if recognize Peter Pan-like characteristics in a man, RUN!!!! The only person that can help him with his issues is a licensed professional.
This has been a public service announcement from Single Island.
For the record, I loathe gold teeth. The mere sight of one makes me cringe in disgust. Recently I ran across a dating profile that shook me to my core.
5’11″hgt 175-185lbs Medium built, light skin, light brown eyes, 1 gold, 8 tattoos, very outspoken, easy going, fun to be around, very romantic, very affectionate, open minded. I love to bowl, fishing, skating, traveling, ride my motorcycle, cook, and much more.
One gold tooth. As if ONE GOLD TOOTH is better than a mouthful. Gold teeth went out of style when New Jack City left movie theaters. In the city where I reside, gold teeth seem to be everywhere. Why? I have no idea. What I do know is that profile description turned me all the way off. Which is sad because he was cute.
Call me vain, but I have my deal breakers. Gold teeth happen to be one of them.