Ok so I have been trying dating for a while now and have tried different avenues to go about it. There is dating from your pool of friends.(Not a good idea). Dating from Plenty of Fish or any other dating web site. Or there is always the blind date.
Blind dates. Aren't they fun. It all starts off with someone saying to you "Hey your single right? (THANKS FOR REMINDING ME!)I have the perfect person for you. Wanna meet HIM\HER?" Then if your respect them or their judgement you eventually say yes. Then there is the self questioning that goes along with it. "Is she pretty?" " What if he's an ass?" " Where is the nearest exit by the washroom?". All the things that make us what we are as humans. You know, Crazy. Well at least crazy to our ex's.
Second line of dating which I don't think is a smart way to date is amongst the people you know. UNLESS you know that person has been into you for a while and you know you can make it work or at least if it doesn't still be friends. Otherwise you have messed up a business relationship or friendship. Or even friend of a friendship. Anyway you slice it, if you try this route your taking a big risk at messing something up and maybe your social life for a while.
On the other hand it is a safer way to date because most often you already know the person. Either know them a little or a lot. My recommendation here is to take it slow and don't jump right into bed the first night or even the fifth night. Enjoy each others company and see how much of the relationship is based on sexual urges and how much is on actually wanting to spend time with that person. If it's the first urge then i say "get out now". Don't go to far and mess things up so you will always feel awkward around that person when they are around.
Third option is the web dating. Yes this can be a good way to meet people. But like a Walmart, you have to sort through the bad stuff to see the one or two gems awaiting you there. Yes go on and see what's outside you group of friends or acquaintances. This gets you out there and people can meet you for tea or coffee, or even go out for a lunch date or drinks. Everything is totally up to you and how fast you wanna take it.
Me I have tried all three. Yup I did. Everyone knows it is hard out there. And everyone has their own expectations of what they expect from a date. I find it hard to know what to do that is proper now a days. Do I pay for everything like a gentleman? Go split the bill because you want them to know you respect their individuality? Go straight for the dinner or just drinks the first time? It's a myriad of possibilities. And you don't want to ask too many questions so not to freak the other person out.
What do you think? I am like you and trying to just get by and preying I am not going to make a fool out of myself in this dating world. Step by step this process may get easier.
Well that's my ramblings for tonight. I am exhausted writing this so it probably makes less sense than usual.
Ciao for now
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Monday, June 7, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
When Is Enough Just Enough
OK this is a tough story to tell but I will try and do it justice.
Today I was doing the follow up story about an elderly couple who had gone missing last Thursday after a 91st birthday party. So a full week has gone by and nobody had heard from them or knew where they were. The police were searching all over the place and with their helicopter and everything.
Then early at 7am ish we got a report that the couples car was found and so was some unidentified bodies a few kilometers away. Remember the cops have to inform the next of kin before they identify the bodies to the press.
Off we go. In the truck and driving forty kilometers west of Water Valley.. While were getting close to the destination the road turns into a gravel road about four lanes in some places and well maintained for a gravel road. We then came to an immediate stop where the turn off to the site where the car was located. The road we were on went well into the west. Then we turned down the side strip of a road. It was as wide as the truck and in very rough shape and huge puddles and a sheer drop off on the drivers side when going into the bush. The police said the car went seven kilometers into this mess. In spots the truck I was driving only went ten kms because of the ruts and puddles. They were driving an older sedan which would have been terrible bumpy.
In my mind I can't see the reasoning behind ever taking a car this route unless there was a specific reason to do so. It was a one way ticket.
They found the bodies three kms from the vehicle. This makes it all very confusing to some why they would drive that route. But brings into question of what if?
What if they just went for their final drive together into the deep heart of the woods to finish off their lives together. Let me make this clear right now that the examination to this date of writing has not been released yet to the media and from here on out is just speculation.
So my theory is that they had the party. (they didn't clean up anything from the party)And when everyone left they got into their car and just drove as far out into the woods as they could. They spent the night sitting and talking in the car until the gas ran out. And then they took some medication and walked away from the car. And eventually they both dropped. (They were found thirty meters away from each other). This may have been planned for them to be eventually be dragged off by an animal and never seen again by their families. Which may be because they didn't want to live in pain and they didn't want to be a burdon to their families.
I know it's too early to speculate but that is my theory.
So is it right to give those the choice to take their own lives if their suffering greatly outweighs the alternative?
Tough discussion.
That's it for me
Ciao for now
Today I was doing the follow up story about an elderly couple who had gone missing last Thursday after a 91st birthday party. So a full week has gone by and nobody had heard from them or knew where they were. The police were searching all over the place and with their helicopter and everything.
Then early at 7am ish we got a report that the couples car was found and so was some unidentified bodies a few kilometers away. Remember the cops have to inform the next of kin before they identify the bodies to the press.
Off we go. In the truck and driving forty kilometers west of Water Valley.. While were getting close to the destination the road turns into a gravel road about four lanes in some places and well maintained for a gravel road. We then came to an immediate stop where the turn off to the site where the car was located. The road we were on went well into the west. Then we turned down the side strip of a road. It was as wide as the truck and in very rough shape and huge puddles and a sheer drop off on the drivers side when going into the bush. The police said the car went seven kilometers into this mess. In spots the truck I was driving only went ten kms because of the ruts and puddles. They were driving an older sedan which would have been terrible bumpy.
In my mind I can't see the reasoning behind ever taking a car this route unless there was a specific reason to do so. It was a one way ticket.
They found the bodies three kms from the vehicle. This makes it all very confusing to some why they would drive that route. But brings into question of what if?
What if they just went for their final drive together into the deep heart of the woods to finish off their lives together. Let me make this clear right now that the examination to this date of writing has not been released yet to the media and from here on out is just speculation.
So my theory is that they had the party. (they didn't clean up anything from the party)And when everyone left they got into their car and just drove as far out into the woods as they could. They spent the night sitting and talking in the car until the gas ran out. And then they took some medication and walked away from the car. And eventually they both dropped. (They were found thirty meters away from each other). This may have been planned for them to be eventually be dragged off by an animal and never seen again by their families. Which may be because they didn't want to live in pain and they didn't want to be a burdon to their families.
I know it's too early to speculate but that is my theory.
So is it right to give those the choice to take their own lives if their suffering greatly outweighs the alternative?
Tough discussion.
That's it for me
Ciao for now
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
The Truth
I guess this is the right time to explain why I am doing this blog stuff. Well I don't really know.
I felt it was time to get all this crap that has happened in my life in the past year out for therapy sake. Yup therapy. I had been calling this guy in Winnipeg for sessions for a while now and he said if I wrote this all down I would feel better or could understand what happened and come to some kind of terms with it.
It seemed kinda cheesy at the time and being the manly guy I am, thought it was a waste of time and energy.
Then a friend of mine said he was blogging and loved it. I immediately didn't believe him either. But he was a friend and this did seem to be similar to what the doctor ordered. And I guess if there is feedback in what I am writing I guess it could help that person too.
Opening a dialogue about the past events, I guess is the key to helping myself. So blogging it is for now until I am told that my writing truly makes people physically sick to their stomachs. As I said before my writing is not going to be in the annals of great Canadian literature. although I would like to take that Margret Atwood down a peg or two. Could you imagine if there were literary awards for blogging. And the room falls silent an the spotlight illuminates the overstated podium where a man with a handlebar moustache and balding head with the faint stench of mothballs approaches with a single white envelope.
"And the Literary award for best blogging nominees are....Pierre Burton, Charlie Farquarson, Cameraguyrob, and Margret Atwood. And the winner is........Cameraguyrob" And the audience falls silent and a collective gasp can be heard and a single pop of bubblegum thunders through the auditorium.
That would be awesome. I'm sure she would send out her minions of man hating fans to Tanya Harding my ass. Or just follow me around and observe me from afar until I am driven crazy enough to hand deliver the award to Margret and apologize for any inkling of a thought that a man could ever live up to the greatness of the suppressed, feminist, literary genius that is Atwood.
A bit too far? I guess it is. But her and her kind still give me the willies. crazy right turn in the writing is over now.
For now this is gonna be my therapy and your thoughts or suggestions are welcome as long as you know I realize I ramble and stumble through this process.
So for now that's it and you now have an understanding why this has come about.
Ciao for now.
I felt it was time to get all this crap that has happened in my life in the past year out for therapy sake. Yup therapy. I had been calling this guy in Winnipeg for sessions for a while now and he said if I wrote this all down I would feel better or could understand what happened and come to some kind of terms with it.
It seemed kinda cheesy at the time and being the manly guy I am, thought it was a waste of time and energy.
Then a friend of mine said he was blogging and loved it. I immediately didn't believe him either. But he was a friend and this did seem to be similar to what the doctor ordered. And I guess if there is feedback in what I am writing I guess it could help that person too.
Opening a dialogue about the past events, I guess is the key to helping myself. So blogging it is for now until I am told that my writing truly makes people physically sick to their stomachs. As I said before my writing is not going to be in the annals of great Canadian literature. although I would like to take that Margret Atwood down a peg or two. Could you imagine if there were literary awards for blogging. And the room falls silent an the spotlight illuminates the overstated podium where a man with a handlebar moustache and balding head with the faint stench of mothballs approaches with a single white envelope.
"And the Literary award for best blogging nominees are....Pierre Burton, Charlie Farquarson, Cameraguyrob, and Margret Atwood. And the winner is........Cameraguyrob" And the audience falls silent and a collective gasp can be heard and a single pop of bubblegum thunders through the auditorium.
That would be awesome. I'm sure she would send out her minions of man hating fans to Tanya Harding my ass. Or just follow me around and observe me from afar until I am driven crazy enough to hand deliver the award to Margret and apologize for any inkling of a thought that a man could ever live up to the greatness of the suppressed, feminist, literary genius that is Atwood.
A bit too far? I guess it is. But her and her kind still give me the willies. crazy right turn in the writing is over now.
For now this is gonna be my therapy and your thoughts or suggestions are welcome as long as you know I realize I ramble and stumble through this process.
So for now that's it and you now have an understanding why this has come about.
Ciao for now.
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