The pitfalls of online dating

Sooo recently, being unhappy with my dating status and unsure of how to meet quality single men in New York, I signed up for match.com for one month. I've always been very averse to doing this sort of thing for fear that someone will "find me" and I'll be embarrassed about how pathetic I feel. Although nowadays, I think online dating is pretty normal, so really I just need to get over myself and stupid insecurities.

It's like 2 weeks into my month long thing and nothing has come of it. There's been 3 major problems with most of the guys who have 'winked' or emailed me. 1. They're not attractive or not my type. 2. They don't live in the city. 3. They tYpE LyKe dIs. In all fairness, I haven't exactly been proactive in trying to find someone. Even in online dating I'm much more comfortable being the passive one. I want them to come to me, you know?

The whole point of this post... I was just checking my Daily 5 (5 people they think you'll be interested in) to see what sort of group match.com decided was my type on this particular day, and lo and behold, there is this guy I know. We went to the same college although didn't really know each other before moving to NYC. We're both in the same line of work so we hung out a few times at the beginning of the summer. He was being kinda creepy though and weird, and was a little to clingy right away, so we drifted apart eventually. He also hooked up with one of my best friends freshman year of college and told all of his friends that they slept together, even though they didn't. Even though that was a long time ago it still puts me on high alert.

But there he is on my Daily 5. Apparently we're like a 88% match. So my question to you readers, if you're on match.com.... if he's in my Daily 5, will I be in his? I can just see the awkwardness that could possibly ensue.

[EDIT: I just realized that now he'll be able to see that I looked at his profile, so he will see me and probably click on mine. Fuck. I did it to myself though, actually clicking on his profile. Good thing I have a good sense of humor and awkward situations are pretty much my standard lifestyle.]

And it never stops...

**WARNING: Please please please please don't think I'm a huge bitch for this post... please. I'm not, promise.**

Seriously, can I just catch a break? Everything around me is so messed up, it's hard to keep my life completely straight and normal.

This weekend, one of my roommates (we'll call her Carly) had a manic depressive/bi-polar episode or breakdown. I'm not exactly sure what happened. Basically it involved overdosing on pain killers, complete hysterics, cops/EMTs violently knocking at our door at 4am Saturday morning. I'm not sure if she called 911 or what. I was in a very deep sleep (thank you Nyquill) so I didn't wake up until like halfway through the whole ordeal and I just heard all of these loud male voices, their radios going off, them talking to my other roommate, and Carly completely hysterical crying and screaming "DON'T PUT ME AWAY!!!".

A quick note on my roommate sitch... I found them through Craigslist when I first moved here. They seemed normal, the price was right, the area was good, etc etc. But after moving in I realized that no one is really social, they're all pretty awkward, and no one hangs out together. I also noticed Carly had severe mood swings, chain smoked occasionally (I was told there was absolutely no smoking in the apt.), and one time she had bandages on her arms for a few weeks because she cut herself so badly. She also has this weird almost 40 year old guy that she dates/fucks and he makes me SUPER uncomfortable. I hate going into my kitchen and seeing him poking around the fridge. Ugh. The other roommates I have (2 of them) are normal but I can go days and days without seeing them.

Carly's mom is also constantly at our apartment (I'd say she sleeps on our couch like 4 nights/week) which really, really irks me. Her mom is a huge sweetheart and I wouldn't mind her dropping in every week for a quick visit, but I did not expect there to be a 50 yr. old woman sleeping on my couch 4 out of 7 nights of the week when I signed this lease.

So anyways, I don't know Carly all that well and the other roommate seemed to be handling it, so I didn't come out of my bedroom. Honestly, I was scared and shaking (and practically naked in PJs) and don't think I could have emotionally handled seeing it all. So thats why I don't know all of the details.

ANYWAYS, she came back on Saturday at like noon. I didn't see her, but I saw her mom. I asked her how she was and she said she was doing ok, just upset and said that Carly's been like that for a long time. I feel really bad for Carly and her family. Like really bad. Mental illness is such a difficult thing for people to go through and I can't even imagine being in that sort of despair mentally.

Now here's where I get all selfish and scum of the earth sounding. But THIS IS NOT WHAT I SIGNED UP FOR! I didn't sign up for someone's mom to live with us. I didn't sign up for cycles of manic and depressive behaviors. I didn't sign up for someone banging down the door at 4am. I didn't sign up for feeling like I can't come out of my room. I didn't sign up for feeling like this isn't my home. I didn't sign up for feeling uncomfortable in the one place I'm supposed to be able to relax. Her family has been here all day and is now all sleeping over... I don't understand why they don't just take her home to Long Island! It's obvious she needs to be under close supervision, I just don't get it.

I guess it's just a lot of issues with my whole living situation that has finally come to a head. I can't deal with it. I deal with crazy kids and situations at work... I can't deal with it at home too. I know that sounds horrible but I just can't. Especially with what's going on with my family right now, I just don't have the emotional energy to deal with this.

So now begins the daunting task of moving/finding a new apartment/finding new roommates. No one that I know is looking for roommates right now so I'm not sure what I'm gonna do. I told my mom that my #1 concern was how expensive moving was (paying for movers, sec. deposit, possibly having to pay 2 rents for a month, etc) and she said she would help me out however she could financially to make sure that I'm comfortable. Of course, I hate having to depend on her, but at this point I can't afford to deny that financial help.

I'm just frustrated because this is not the type of living situation I wanted at age 22 and living in NYC. I wanted a roommate that I could go out with, try that new cool restaurant with, watch trashy TV with, bitch about her day with. Hopefully I'll find that soon, but I have a feeling it's gonna be a long road.

I really hope I didn't offend anyone with this post. Despite what it might seem like, I'm VERY sympathetic to my roommate and her family and will do whatever I can to help her/them. But I need to remember my own well-being above all else. So no judgement, k?

PS: I PROMISE to write about something not so depressing soon. I swear, my life isn't as horrible as it sounds like in this blog.

Random 3:06am thought

Er... why is it that when you take a cab at 3 am, the cab driver always has someone to talk to on his bluetooth? Like to cabbies in NYC have an unlimited list of friends who are awake at 3am? Do they talk to other cabbies about the drunk people they're driving? What's the deal with that?

And to push this inquiry even further.... how is it that they listen to the mystery person for like 5 mins and then have 2 words to say back... then listen for another 3 mins and hang up without saying anything? I'm seriously perturbed... does anyone else pay attention to this while riding in cabs late at night?

I always think they're talking to me... I think that's why I'm so "concerned" about this "issue".

A better post coming tomorrow... promise.

Sick day

I haven't taken a sick day since starting my grown-up-working life in September, until today. I have this super nasty chest cold and feel disgusting and crabby. I was horrible to the kids (I'm a teacher) yesterday and so mean and crabby, I couldn't do it again today.

So today, I slept in, made lunch, watched TV**, replaced my stupid lost MetroCard (it's a yearly pass that is automatically deducted from my paycheck, so I had to go allll the way downtown to City Hall and get a new one), got grumpy because it was a hassle, and then went and attempted to lesson plan (didn't work out so well). And now I'm debating cleaning my horrifying mess of a bedroom. I still haven't unpacked from winter vacation (11 days ago) if that gives you any indication.

A HUGE thanks to the people who've emailed me or left comments, I really appreciate the support. I don't know what's going to happen with my mom but I'm so thankful she's getting the support she needs right now and is being open with me. This is the first time our relationship has been 100% honest. She's already gone to two AA meetings this week and just had her consultation tonight for her outpatient rehab, which will meet 3x per week for 3 hrs. She's told me all about the AA meetings and said she really likes them and feels so good about everything.

I just really don't want to clean my room right now, but I think it'll make me feel a lot better, maybe not as sick. Maybe I'll find my missing gloves. I have 2 pairs of gloves and can only find one of each of them. Major fail- especially on a frigid day like today.

Last thing, THANK GOD no one was injured in the plane crash today. It's unbelievable that the pilot was able to land the plane safely in the river and not in Manhattan.

**Ok I lied, this is the last thing. This is what I watched on TV today. Screw trying to learn the dance to Single Ladies... this one is SO much easier and just as fun. Enjoy... I know I did.

Dreamy

Why are all of the guys that I can see myself dating are taken? I'm picky.... not in looks per se but chemistry. I'm just bored if it's not electric. And with the consultant at work- it is electric. He's good looking, not hot, but definitely attractive. He's nice. Good with kids. Good at what he does. Also from Michigan. Kinda dorky and awkward but still keeps it cool.

And married. Sigh. Staying away from that with a 30 foot pole.

Anyways, mom went to her first AA meeting tonight and called me right after. I'm happy that she's being open with me. I feel like alcoholism is such a secretive thing, so I think being open will help. She sounded really excited and said she met a bunch of very nice and supportive people, got phone numbers, and is already going to another meeting on Wednesday. I'm proud of her and she says this time it's changing forever. I want to believe her so badly. I do believe her. I just don't want to get my heart broken.

-Suz

PS: Tonight I made the chili mac that Lacey posted in her blog yesterday... and oh mah gaw. Go to the store and buy the ingredients and make... IMMEDIATELY.

Time to bring out the spandex

I'm currently spending my Sunday night on my couch watching Rich Bride Poor Bride while "sipping" chocolate chips out of a coffee mug.

Oh how I loathe your monthly visit, Ms. Menses.

The aftermath

I finally talked to my Mom today. I'm just so sad about the whole situation. I'm not even angry anymore, just sad. I wish that it didn't have to come down to a DUI before she got help. In a way, I'm thankful that this happened because it gave me the chance to finally be honest for the first time in my life. And there's no denying it now. And she knows that, and agrees with everything I had to say.

I just want things to be different. She says she's never going to drink a drop of alcohol ever again in her life. But part of me is thinking, how realistic is that? But then again, I don't really know that much about addiction. Does it have to be cold turkey? Or can she learn to control it? I have no idea.

Hopefully the judge will at least let her drive to work. Otherwise, I don't know what will happen. I just wish I could be there with my sister. Luckily, she's going back to MSU today so she doesn't have to be dragged down by this situation. But it sucks. Sometimes I hate her but I'm so glad that I have Audrey. I can't imagine going through this without her.

So now I'm just sitting here watching the Giants suck right now against the Eagles. Boo. I wanted to have a team to cheer for in the Super Bowl for ONCE in my life. Maybe next year. I can't stop stuffing my face with Haagen Daaz strawberry sorbet. Oh well, at least it's fat-free, right?

On a horrifying health related note- Wii Fit said I was OBESE!!!! Ugh. I know I'm overweight but I didn't think it would classify me as OBESE. I feel like I can never believe that kind of stuff because I have a lot of muscle and am only a size 14. Is a size 14 OBESE? Sorry I keep having to capitalize it, but it's just that sort of word. In happier news, it said that my Wii Fit age was only 20, which is 2 years younger than I really am. Glad I'm getting a kick-start on the aging process.