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Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts
Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Learning to let a dude be a gentleman

I pride myself on being able to take care of myself. I pay my own bills, I don't borrow money from people and I put together my own IKEA furniture even when the directions say you need two people to assemble. Two people means one Ginny and two cats trying to sit on your unfinished table.

My philosophy is summed up pretty well by Destiny's Child: I depend on me if I want it.




The new guy I'm seeing who I referred to as sunglasses guy likes to pay for me when we go out. I offer to pay for my share but he insists. Do you know how hard it is to let him pay for me? Very hard. But why do I find this so hard? It's like I want the world to know that I don't need anyone else for anything. I got this! That's what my brain is telling me.  I'm also not use to a guy paying. It's true. Most of the guys I have dated did not pay for me. This is 2012 so this is not uncommon but it is a little bit of a surprise when you come across a guy who likes to keep it old school.

What I'm learning to do is tell independent Ginny to calm it down. Paying for dinner and drinks does not mean you are a woman who has to rely on a man for things. You can let a guy be a gentlemen and maybe you'll even enjoy it. And if I want to buy myself something pretty, I can still do that.

Monday, September 12, 2011

What is this thing you call a #relationship ?

Perpetually single Ginny is now in a relationship.  How did this happen?

It is a bit of an adjustment.  I haven't been in a relationship in at least 2.5 years.  I'm use to doing my own thing and I like it that way.  D gives me the space I need but it's not too much space.  It's a delicate balance of couple time and just me time and so far it's been working out well.  But seriously I'm a pretty kick ass girlfriend.  You want to go to a strip club?  Fine with me as long as you spend your own money on $15.00 drinks.  D is not a strip club dude but I told him if he did go to pre-game to save money. 

I remembered that I still had my POF profile up even though I haven't used it in ages.  I finally got around to deleting it and let me tell you that was a process.  It took me forever to figure out how to actually delete the thing and in the mean time I kept getting instant messages from dudes.  Leave me along I'm trying to delete myself here!

Don't worry, this is not turning into a mushy blog with couple photos and "my boyfriend is so awesome omg!" posts.  I don't want to barf reading my own blog and I don't like reading blogs like that.  Plus we all know you come here for the cat posts.