It's a matter of figuring out what you want in a man. Does he care about me? Does he love me for my flaws? Does he love me for me? It's the introduction, the first impression, the first glance you both have at one another, the what's the word? The attraction. Whether it's a personality trait or a physical appearance, it's what strikes that person to you. Believe me, I'm no relationship expert. In fact, everything I blog about is from my personal experience. Just because I experienced a mini event, also known as Moment of Life, doesn't mean you necessarily have.
I just watched this horrible movie. It's called "Accidental Husband" and is about a women who is getting married and falls in love with another man. Now, here's the twist, she is a love doctor who ruined his, what was to be marriage. Blah blah blah, they fall in love, she doesn't get married to Guy 1, instead stays with the man whose life she ruined just two hours (a wasted two hours by the way) before. Blah Blah Blah. Happy ending.
This does not happen. It's that damned first impression that everyone dreads in which the other person judges if you are right or wrong. Why do I hate these? Because ever since I started this wretched ArabLounge, it has become first impression after first impression after first impression. Now, I seem to do well with these First Impressions. I tend to get the guy interested and he's gung ho about me. So, what next? I don't know! I seem to have mastered the First Impression, that I forgot about the rest of the steps. I tend to meet people, and I tend to not know what to do! Does he text me first? Does he call me first? Does he ask me out?
Here's my jist, I don't mind taking the first steps. I asked people out, I called first, I said hello first. For some reason, the man seems to get intimidated. Since when was it OK to wait for the guy to pull the first move? I've been hounded many times by friends because I don't have that issue of taking the plunge first! I am told numerous times that the man loves the chase and I am too strong and men don't like that. Maybe I am a bit too independent for my own good. What is there to lose? Why do we have to live in this social normality of the man initiating everything? I believe that instead of wondering what the guy thinks, don't wait, take the plunge, and find out. If there's rejection, then he's just not that into you. Why wait and wonder? Relationships aren't a game, so why does everyone play it as if it is?
What I am trying to say is that I have nothing to lose. If social norms say that I can't do something, I really don't care. What's wrong with doing what you feel is right? I say nothing. If it is not right, then I don't mind being wrong. If I see something that I want, I don't want to lose it. I say, let me go for it. If there is nothing in the first place, then I have nothing to lose! And you know what, he might just agree to a cup of coffee that I asked him to accompany me with.
The mat is content with itself, even if it's overcast and blanketing my beautiful Chicago. It still sits in Chicago, full from its coffee.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Mashallah!
You're child is sweet! Mashallah!
You have a beautiful house! Mashallah!
You're pretty! Mashallah!
Mashallah is the heart and soul of the Arab. You can be a Christian or a Muslim, and Mashallah better come out of your mouth. If not, Unimportant Acquaintances are going to be offended. OK, well what if I'm lying to your ugly kid by telling it that it's cute? The I'm lying to God! Mashallah means "Thank God" or "Luck/Graces given from God" or something of that sort.
For example:
ME: Wow! You're husband is really attractive! Mashallah!
PERSON MARRYING UGLY AND STUPID: Awww! thank you! Ukbal 3ndik!
ME: (in my head) Fuck you bitch, he's fugly and don't wish The Mistake on me ever again (/in my head)
So, what if I don't tell someone Mashallah? Is the magic carpet going to pass their house on Christmas and not give them better looks or something? Boogy Boo! You're ugly, too!
I remember complimenting some Unimportant Acquaintance about her dress, becasue I actually liked the dress more than her...effing snob. Anyways, I didn't say Mashallah. After my compliment, her eyes bulged out and she scolded at me "SAY MASHALLAH!" So I did in fear that the new found cookie monster would mistaken me for an oreo and have me left as crumbs. Now, if you have to ask for someone to tell you Mashallah, my take is this: They're lying to you. They think your kid is ugly, your husband's an ass, you look fat in that skin tight dress, and your food tastes like Kibbles n Bits. So don't force that out of me!
Now, many people tell you Mashallah when you're young and healthy and have enough in you to take it from anyone (meaning in the Arabic language...Boorrrr (rolling's r's) shit). They tell you Mashallah for your hair, your clothes, your intelligence, your career, your humble abode, your marriage, and anything else that can be complimented. Now, what happens when you're 70? Ain't nobody saying, "Mashallah, you're ass needs to be wiped by the girl at the nursing home." No one wants that predicament. So, when you're pushing death, lived your life, no matter how awesome you were, no one wants to wish you wonderful graces from God. Because, if they do, it's as if it all went to waste. Why should I tell you Mashallah? You're going to die in the next couple of days anyways? If God doesn't take you away, it's going to be the live in nurse you have at your home. He/she is really tired of wiping your stinky ass!
Mashallah, my mat's clean today!
You have a beautiful house! Mashallah!
You're pretty! Mashallah!
Mashallah is the heart and soul of the Arab. You can be a Christian or a Muslim, and Mashallah better come out of your mouth. If not, Unimportant Acquaintances are going to be offended. OK, well what if I'm lying to your ugly kid by telling it that it's cute? The I'm lying to God! Mashallah means "Thank God" or "Luck/Graces given from God" or something of that sort.
For example:
ME: Wow! You're husband is really attractive! Mashallah!
PERSON MARRYING UGLY AND STUPID: Awww! thank you! Ukbal 3ndik!
ME: (in my head) Fuck you bitch, he's fugly and don't wish The Mistake on me ever again (/in my head)
So, what if I don't tell someone Mashallah? Is the magic carpet going to pass their house on Christmas and not give them better looks or something? Boogy Boo! You're ugly, too!
I remember complimenting some Unimportant Acquaintance about her dress, becasue I actually liked the dress more than her...effing snob. Anyways, I didn't say Mashallah. After my compliment, her eyes bulged out and she scolded at me "SAY MASHALLAH!" So I did in fear that the new found cookie monster would mistaken me for an oreo and have me left as crumbs. Now, if you have to ask for someone to tell you Mashallah, my take is this: They're lying to you. They think your kid is ugly, your husband's an ass, you look fat in that skin tight dress, and your food tastes like Kibbles n Bits. So don't force that out of me!
Now, many people tell you Mashallah when you're young and healthy and have enough in you to take it from anyone (meaning in the Arabic language...Boorrrr (rolling's r's) shit). They tell you Mashallah for your hair, your clothes, your intelligence, your career, your humble abode, your marriage, and anything else that can be complimented. Now, what happens when you're 70? Ain't nobody saying, "Mashallah, you're ass needs to be wiped by the girl at the nursing home." No one wants that predicament. So, when you're pushing death, lived your life, no matter how awesome you were, no one wants to wish you wonderful graces from God. Because, if they do, it's as if it all went to waste. Why should I tell you Mashallah? You're going to die in the next couple of days anyways? If God doesn't take you away, it's going to be the live in nurse you have at your home. He/she is really tired of wiping your stinky ass!
Mashallah, my mat's clean today!
Monday, January 4, 2010
Hi, I'm BiPolar, and you are???
Yea, I'm nashfa. I'm dry. I have nothing going on. My love life is as dry as my bottle of gin. Empty. Nothing. So I opened up ArabLounge again!
This time I am telling people my name and *GASP* I put up a picture, too! Well, besides the ass telling me my boobs were too small (he also did not realize that I knew his cousin and he talked smack about him), it's going pretty mediocre. I thought I met a great guy.
The Bi-Polar
What? It's true! He was dreamy looking!!! Oh my goodness. I can imagine him standing in front of me, although not extremely tall, but looks aren't everything. He was a great looking fella. Nice eyes, rugged face, manly, had a scar (so hot), and looked like an Arab, dark eyes, dark skin, nice body (muscular, different from my typical I like husky boys). Well, we got to chatting. Mind you, I'm a cheap ass and won't pay for the subscription.
Well, we were talking online which then led to the phone. It was quite a quick process, although he was cute and I thought, "Whatever, we're both desperate if we're both on ArabLounge". We talked and talked and texted and talked. And then, one day, I got the feeling. He lost interest. So when I called, I had a busy tone. I didn't call back because, ummmm, we're not married and I'm not going to hound the guy. So I called back two days later. Told him I called the day before but after a couple of rings, got a busy tone. OK, I'm lying. I didn't really get a busy tone, I really wanted to see if he was avoiding. The texts and calls abrubtly stopped! What was I supposed to do? So I called and told him and he gave me a lame ass excuse.
So, the number is erased because I don't need it anymore. Plus, I need the memory in my Crackberry anyways for people with one personality. If I wanted two personalities, I would have two friends. I'm telling you! ArabLounge is like a freaking discount store. With all the freaking bi-polar folks on there, you get a two for one discount! Two personalities, one jackass of a man!
Well, if he calls back, I'll probably answer and tell him I'm not interested. Only because it'll throw him off. Ahhh the excuse to get me off the phone was even better. It's 11:30 pm his time and 10:30 pm my time (he's an hour in the future, so it was a my science fictional friend of the future, not so much a friend anymore). He tells me (get this lame ass excuse) he's finalizing a car purchase.
Ok, men, seriously?!?!?! You guys are the worst liars EVER! Finalizing a car purchase? What happened to, "Hey, I'm not interested?" or tell me to fuck off, but why lie? I don't get it!
It's a shame, he had potential to be one of my future ex-husbands. Hazeen, now he missed the chance.
My mat is absorbing more gin now.
This time I am telling people my name and *GASP* I put up a picture, too! Well, besides the ass telling me my boobs were too small (he also did not realize that I knew his cousin and he talked smack about him), it's going pretty mediocre. I thought I met a great guy.
The Bi-Polar
What? It's true! He was dreamy looking!!! Oh my goodness. I can imagine him standing in front of me, although not extremely tall, but looks aren't everything. He was a great looking fella. Nice eyes, rugged face, manly, had a scar (so hot), and looked like an Arab, dark eyes, dark skin, nice body (muscular, different from my typical I like husky boys). Well, we got to chatting. Mind you, I'm a cheap ass and won't pay for the subscription.
Well, we were talking online which then led to the phone. It was quite a quick process, although he was cute and I thought, "Whatever, we're both desperate if we're both on ArabLounge". We talked and talked and texted and talked. And then, one day, I got the feeling. He lost interest. So when I called, I had a busy tone. I didn't call back because, ummmm, we're not married and I'm not going to hound the guy. So I called back two days later. Told him I called the day before but after a couple of rings, got a busy tone. OK, I'm lying. I didn't really get a busy tone, I really wanted to see if he was avoiding. The texts and calls abrubtly stopped! What was I supposed to do? So I called and told him and he gave me a lame ass excuse.
So, the number is erased because I don't need it anymore. Plus, I need the memory in my Crackberry anyways for people with one personality. If I wanted two personalities, I would have two friends. I'm telling you! ArabLounge is like a freaking discount store. With all the freaking bi-polar folks on there, you get a two for one discount! Two personalities, one jackass of a man!
Well, if he calls back, I'll probably answer and tell him I'm not interested. Only because it'll throw him off. Ahhh the excuse to get me off the phone was even better. It's 11:30 pm his time and 10:30 pm my time (he's an hour in the future, so it was a my science fictional friend of the future, not so much a friend anymore). He tells me (get this lame ass excuse) he's finalizing a car purchase.
Ok, men, seriously?!?!?! You guys are the worst liars EVER! Finalizing a car purchase? What happened to, "Hey, I'm not interested?" or tell me to fuck off, but why lie? I don't get it!
It's a shame, he had potential to be one of my future ex-husbands. Hazeen, now he missed the chance.
My mat is absorbing more gin now.
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