Friday, February 19, 2010
LAS VEGAS BABY! Part 2
Well, I now want to tell you how my wish man hunting outside the convention went. The first night we are there, we go to the Bette Midler concert, so I'm sure you can imagine not too many wishmen there. On Monday night, it is my mom's birthday, and we go to see Menopause the Musical...once again, I didn't really even attempt to look for any wishmen...There wouldn't be too many my age anyways.
The third night we are there is my gambling night, so I know this is my night to find my man! We walk all the way from Excalibur to Caesar's Palace. This is where the Bette Midler concert was, and it looked like it would have some great quality of men. I also wanted to see the water show in front of the Bellagio.
As we are waiting for the water show to start, we take a couple of pictures. As we are taking these pictures, two guys smelling like a brewery approach us. One starts asking if we want him to take our pictures. We reply, "No thank you." One of them keeps talking to me, and he is so drunk I can't even understand what he is trying to say. Now, I know I'm in Vegas, where to drinks are free....so I let it slide, until he keeps talking...and I start to get annoyed, especially because I have no idea what he is saying.
We leave as soon as the water show finishes, and we walk to Caesar's Palace, where I find my Roman God....
My romance with him doesn't last too long, and we walk through the casino, but there seemed to be an older crowd there. We head back to Mandalay Bay, where my mom decides she wants to go back to the hotel.
This is my first night really having a change to gamble and scope, so my sister keeps me company. We walk around Mandalay Bay, and I finally say to my sister, "Is it just me, or are we not seeing any good looking guys?"
She replies, "No, we really aren't."
I thought there would be a ton of good looking guys in Vegas. Don't guys go there in groups for bachelor parties. I really didn't seem to see any groups of guys. I kept scoping until we decided to head back to Excalibur, where I would gamble a little before going to the hotel.
There were no intriguing men at Excalibur, but I did play some roulette, where I was hot. I hit on every number with one dealer except one time. When that dealer left, and we got another one, I played once then got out. I won $110, which is a lot to me.
Although I didn't find any potential wish men gambling, I had a great time. Maybe I just went in the wrong month for guys in groups to go..not that I would know when a good time for that is...
Oh, well, he is still out there...looking for me!
The third night we are there is my gambling night, so I know this is my night to find my man! We walk all the way from Excalibur to Caesar's Palace. This is where the Bette Midler concert was, and it looked like it would have some great quality of men. I also wanted to see the water show in front of the Bellagio.
As we are waiting for the water show to start, we take a couple of pictures. As we are taking these pictures, two guys smelling like a brewery approach us. One starts asking if we want him to take our pictures. We reply, "No thank you." One of them keeps talking to me, and he is so drunk I can't even understand what he is trying to say. Now, I know I'm in Vegas, where to drinks are free....so I let it slide, until he keeps talking...and I start to get annoyed, especially because I have no idea what he is saying.
We leave as soon as the water show finishes, and we walk to Caesar's Palace, where I find my Roman God....
My romance with him doesn't last too long, and we walk through the casino, but there seemed to be an older crowd there. We head back to Mandalay Bay, where my mom decides she wants to go back to the hotel.
This is my first night really having a change to gamble and scope, so my sister keeps me company. We walk around Mandalay Bay, and I finally say to my sister, "Is it just me, or are we not seeing any good looking guys?"
She replies, "No, we really aren't."
I thought there would be a ton of good looking guys in Vegas. Don't guys go there in groups for bachelor parties. I really didn't seem to see any groups of guys. I kept scoping until we decided to head back to Excalibur, where I would gamble a little before going to the hotel.
There were no intriguing men at Excalibur, but I did play some roulette, where I was hot. I hit on every number with one dealer except one time. When that dealer left, and we got another one, I played once then got out. I won $110, which is a lot to me.
Although I didn't find any potential wish men gambling, I had a great time. Maybe I just went in the wrong month for guys in groups to go..not that I would know when a good time for that is...
Oh, well, he is still out there...looking for me!
Thursday, February 18, 2010
LAS VEGAS BABY! Part 1
They say, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." Well, I'm going to share my Vegas experience with you...But it'll just be between us ; )
I am going to Vegas for a conference for my talk show, www.jessicarector.com. I bring along my mom, because it's her birthday. We ask my older sister to come along, and she finally agrees to it.
On the plane, I'm able to do some work, and then take an hour nap...or sleep for an hour, if you will. I've had 7 hours of sleep in the past three night total, with last night sleeping only 10 minutes. So, I'm exhausted...to say the least. I can't wait to get off the plane, get to the hotel room, and sleep...sleep and some more sleep.
Well, as most of us all know, things don't usually happen the way Jessica wants in her room. We get to the hotel about three hours before we are allowed to check in. So, I go to register for my conference. I get to check in and find out that I'm too early for that too...only by two hours.
Then we decide to go get something to eat. We want to go to one of my favorite restaurants, Chin Chin, which is only in Los Angeles and Las Vegas. We walk to New York New York, and guess what?!! We got there too early for lunch...at 11:30. What restaurant doesn't serve lunch at 11:30? Well, of course the one where we want to go. We go to the slots for a while to gamble to pass the next hour until lunch. My mom plays this large jackpot slot machine...and wins about $25. With that winnings, we go and eat some awesome Chinese food.
After lunch, we are able to check into the hotel, and I walk over to Mandalay Bay to register for the conference...then it was off to bed for me. I had to take a nap...I was exhausted and I didn't want to start my conference off this way.
The first day of my conference was thrilling and exciting...I wanted to talk to everyone and be friendly. I got to the first speech earlier...and if you know me, you know that's unusual...very unusual. I wanted to sit on the front row and absorb all the information that I could. I wanted to get so much more knowledge, so I could make my show better and get it sold.
I was still on the search for my wish man. I was looking everywhere, because if nothing else, we would have stuff in common being at this conference.
I attended two round robins, where there were eight attendees and one expert. I small talked with a few people at the round robins, but I spoke mainly with women.
Then I finally did talk to one single, hot potential man! Here was my chance.
I attend a speech with Donald Trump and Jillian Michaels and Curtis Stone from The Biggest Loser. The moderator asks Curtis if he is single. He replies, "Yes."
The moderator asks, "What do you look for in a woman?"
Curtis says, "Someone who likes to travel." I think, "That's me."
Curtis says, "Hot." That's me...well sometimes anyways.
Curtis says, "Funny." That's me...He says, "Intelligent." That's me.
I now had to find my chance to approach him and find out how to get a hold of him...just to see, "What if..."
So, when the speech is over, I go outside, hoping to see Curtis..and what do you know? I see him..but then he takes off quickly. I go towards the way he is heading....I think, "Maybe he is heading towards the chef kitchen."
I walk to the chef kitchen, and what do you know? He was there...So, I perfectly positioned myself in the chair next to his table, so that when he looked up, he would have to look at me...because his chair was slanted in my direction.
When the chef kitchen was over, I walked up to him...I say, "Hi, Curtis, my name is Jessica. It's nice to meet you."
He says, "Hi."
I say, "I was in the last session, and..."
He says, "Do you mind if we walk while we talk?"
So as we walk, I keep talking, "the moderator asked if you were single. I have someone in mind for you and wonder how I can send you the information."
I look at him, and he seems a little speechless. I say, "Is that a bad question?"
He replies,"No, I"m just trying to think of the best way to answer it."
I say, "You just never know where you're going to meet the person."
He responds, "Right, I completely agree."
He says, "Get that girl's (and he points to a girl walking about 5 feet in front of us) information. Send her the information, and she will forward it to me."
I say, "Thank you," and I immediately walk to the girl and say, "Curtis told me to get your information so you can pass an email to him."
And with that, Curtis will soon be receiving my email...The drawback is he lives in L.A. and I live in DFW. But you never know how or when you're going to meet the person of your dreams.
I am going to Vegas for a conference for my talk show, www.jessicarector.com. I bring along my mom, because it's her birthday. We ask my older sister to come along, and she finally agrees to it.
On the plane, I'm able to do some work, and then take an hour nap...or sleep for an hour, if you will. I've had 7 hours of sleep in the past three night total, with last night sleeping only 10 minutes. So, I'm exhausted...to say the least. I can't wait to get off the plane, get to the hotel room, and sleep...sleep and some more sleep.
Well, as most of us all know, things don't usually happen the way Jessica wants in her room. We get to the hotel about three hours before we are allowed to check in. So, I go to register for my conference. I get to check in and find out that I'm too early for that too...only by two hours.
Then we decide to go get something to eat. We want to go to one of my favorite restaurants, Chin Chin, which is only in Los Angeles and Las Vegas. We walk to New York New York, and guess what?!! We got there too early for lunch...at 11:30. What restaurant doesn't serve lunch at 11:30? Well, of course the one where we want to go. We go to the slots for a while to gamble to pass the next hour until lunch. My mom plays this large jackpot slot machine...and wins about $25. With that winnings, we go and eat some awesome Chinese food.
After lunch, we are able to check into the hotel, and I walk over to Mandalay Bay to register for the conference...then it was off to bed for me. I had to take a nap...I was exhausted and I didn't want to start my conference off this way.
The first day of my conference was thrilling and exciting...I wanted to talk to everyone and be friendly. I got to the first speech earlier...and if you know me, you know that's unusual...very unusual. I wanted to sit on the front row and absorb all the information that I could. I wanted to get so much more knowledge, so I could make my show better and get it sold.
I was still on the search for my wish man. I was looking everywhere, because if nothing else, we would have stuff in common being at this conference.
I attended two round robins, where there were eight attendees and one expert. I small talked with a few people at the round robins, but I spoke mainly with women.
Then I finally did talk to one single, hot potential man! Here was my chance.
I attend a speech with Donald Trump and Jillian Michaels and Curtis Stone from The Biggest Loser. The moderator asks Curtis if he is single. He replies, "Yes."
The moderator asks, "What do you look for in a woman?"
Curtis says, "Someone who likes to travel." I think, "That's me."
Curtis says, "Hot." That's me...well sometimes anyways.
Curtis says, "Funny." That's me...He says, "Intelligent." That's me.
I now had to find my chance to approach him and find out how to get a hold of him...just to see, "What if..."
So, when the speech is over, I go outside, hoping to see Curtis..and what do you know? I see him..but then he takes off quickly. I go towards the way he is heading....I think, "Maybe he is heading towards the chef kitchen."
I walk to the chef kitchen, and what do you know? He was there...So, I perfectly positioned myself in the chair next to his table, so that when he looked up, he would have to look at me...because his chair was slanted in my direction.
When the chef kitchen was over, I walked up to him...I say, "Hi, Curtis, my name is Jessica. It's nice to meet you."
He says, "Hi."
I say, "I was in the last session, and..."
He says, "Do you mind if we walk while we talk?"
So as we walk, I keep talking, "the moderator asked if you were single. I have someone in mind for you and wonder how I can send you the information."
I look at him, and he seems a little speechless. I say, "Is that a bad question?"
He replies,"No, I"m just trying to think of the best way to answer it."
I say, "You just never know where you're going to meet the person."
He responds, "Right, I completely agree."
He says, "Get that girl's (and he points to a girl walking about 5 feet in front of us) information. Send her the information, and she will forward it to me."
I say, "Thank you," and I immediately walk to the girl and say, "Curtis told me to get your information so you can pass an email to him."
And with that, Curtis will soon be receiving my email...The drawback is he lives in L.A. and I live in DFW. But you never know how or when you're going to meet the person of your dreams.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Football and Men
The Cowboys got into the playoffs, so this week, I wanted to find a place to watch the game, while doing my scoping. I thought this was a prime opportunity to go to the Iron Cactus...back to the Iron Cactus. We were supposed to go there week two, but as Jessica's World goes, it didn't work out that way. They have three stories with large TVs; it would be a perfect place to watch the game.
My sister, Jennifer, and I drive 45 minutes to get to Iron Cactus in downtown Dallas. There are a lot of one way streets in downtown, so it makes it more difficult and time consuming to find parking. I circle the Iron Cactus once, looking for parking, since there is only parking along the street. I didn't see any spaces, so I drive down the block and around it once. I keep thinking there is bound to be a parking space. I mean really? It's 2 p.m. on a Sunday afternoon. I drive around a few more times, and then I notice an empty metered space. There is a "V" on the meter, saying valet, and that you can't park there between Monday 10 a.m. and 3 a.m. on Sunday.
I continue driving around the block again, when it dawns on me that Sunday at 3 a.m. was this morning...and now it's 2 p.m. That means I can, in fact, park there. When I circle around again, someone is already parked there....Dang it! Welcome to Jesssica's World. I passed this parking space about seven times before I realized that Sunday at 3 a.m. meant I actually could park there.
I end up getting frustrated and impatient (which isn't unusual...seeing patience when driving is NOT one of my strengths) and park several blocks away from the Iron Cactus. Jennifer and I walk the distance. When we arrive we take a couple of pictures. We enter and are seated. The upstairs is closed, so they seat us downstairs in the small bar area.
I came to watch the game, but the only TVs they had were 13 inch, where the score and time remaining in the game were cut off. I wouldn't really be able to watch the game on such a small TV that I couldn't even make out what the players were doing or even which team was doing what.
We decide to leave and find another place to watch the game and scope. I just don't know where we are going to go. It took us a lot longer to find parking than we were even inside Iron Cactus. We walk towards the car and pass a sports bar. I open the door to walk in, when all I see are small square black tables (that look cheap and old) and a bunch of people crowded around them...it was a dive. I guess the first clue was the all painted black doors with graffiti like paintings on them.
We get to the car and head back towards home, while my mind starts spinning about where to go next. Irving, Grapevine...Oh, Las Colinas. There are several restaurants in the business district there.
As we walk into Champps Restaurant, a several people walk out the door, not noticing that we are trying to enter as well. When we finally make our way through the single door, the place is packed. There are about 15 large screen TVs with the game on, and people everywhere. Almost every table is taken, and the bar is standing room only.
We sit down, and I immediately start looking everywhere for where my man could possibly be. There are a few guys sitting together at a table in my view, yet I find none of them interesting. I stare over at the bar...but all I can see are men with women or older men trying to pick up younger women...not my type.
Jennifer and I order, just as the second game begins. As we wait for our food, I'm constantly glancing around to see if anyone catches my attention. It seems there are a lot of families or couples here. I'm so glad to see so many women into football. Our extremely nice waiter and I talk football for a while before our food arrives.
As we eat our food...I got a yummy french dip sandwich, my eyes don't notice anyone of interest. It's a little frustrating in a room full of people, that I can't find any intriguing men. I mean, it's great for those women who are with the men, but not great for me....Dang it! : )
As Jennifer and I leave, Jennifer takes a couple of pictures of me to show my readers and viewers where I go. A guy, probably about mid 40's, asks, "What are you guys doing?"...as if it matters what we are doing.
I reply, "Taking pictures."
He says, "Do you live here?"
I respond, "Yes."
He says, "It looks like you are waiting for a taxi."
He walks towards the door, then calls back, "I can take your picture if you want."
I don't want to inconvenience him, so I reply, "No, thank you."
He says, "I wasn't going to ask for your phone number or blood type. I'm capable of taking a picture."
Not believing he got this defense..and it never occurring to me that he would ask for our numbers, I respond, "Okay, that would be great, thank you."
He walks over, and I hand him my camera. As I put my arm around my sister and smile, I ask, "Can you please make sure you get the Champps sign in it?"
He rudely says, "DIFFICULT," as if getting the sign just makes picture taking that much harder...He is the one who volunteered after all.
I thank him as he walks away.
Jennifer and I get into a long conversation on the way back. DEEP THOUGHTS BY JESSICA....I thought I would share it with you.
First of all, the best way I've found to describe my search is When Harry Met Sally Meets The Bachelor. If you have seen When Harry Met Sally, it's about finding the perfect person for you, the timing of it, and falling in love. The Bachelor is a reality about picking the person and also about falling in love. This is my reality..but it is also yours. Everyone can do it...you don't have to spend a lot of money. I think you should be able to find your person without having to pay someone thousands of dollars..you can find the person yourself. If you are looking for your person, you can join me in finding yours, by going to similar places, that I go to, in your own search.
Some of you may wonder why I am doing this...why I'm choosing to be so proactive with finding my wish man...
I spent many years trying to figure out what I wanted to do in my career, what my passion was, and following my heart. I never thought when I was in my twenties that being 35, single, with no kids was even in the realm of possibilities for my life. I never sat back and thought, "What would happen if I turn 35, am not married, and still have no kids." I would have to be Negative Nancy to think this.
I always thought that through life...work, school, friends, just living my life that I would eventually meet someone...like many people do. But this isn't what happened. I didn't. And being 35 and wanting kids...I needed to start having them a few years ago. I know that birth defects start to increase...and yes, I finally just got to the point in my life that I was like, "What the heck...where is my man?"
For the last 10 or 15 years, living my life and whatever came along with that didn't produce my wish man...so I can't keep doing that (the same thing) and expect it to produce different results. So, with that in mind, I need to be proactive in finding him.
I think many people in a similar situation will be able to identify with me. People who are focused on their career don't tend to think..."What's going to happen if I never meet someone...and I reach mid thirties and I still haven't met someone." We all think we will meet someone, and that it will happen when we want it to happen. What if it doesn't?
Then, like me, you need to set out to make it happen. Sitting on the couch or going to the same places aren't going to produce different results. So, we have to try new or different things...go to other places or events. You never know.
So, keep your eyes and mind open. You never know when the person you've spent so much time looking for is standing right beside you. Don't get too caught up in your own life that you forget to look...or look around. He/She could be standing right before your eyes.
My sister, Jennifer, and I drive 45 minutes to get to Iron Cactus in downtown Dallas. There are a lot of one way streets in downtown, so it makes it more difficult and time consuming to find parking. I circle the Iron Cactus once, looking for parking, since there is only parking along the street. I didn't see any spaces, so I drive down the block and around it once. I keep thinking there is bound to be a parking space. I mean really? It's 2 p.m. on a Sunday afternoon. I drive around a few more times, and then I notice an empty metered space. There is a "V" on the meter, saying valet, and that you can't park there between Monday 10 a.m. and 3 a.m. on Sunday.
I continue driving around the block again, when it dawns on me that Sunday at 3 a.m. was this morning...and now it's 2 p.m. That means I can, in fact, park there. When I circle around again, someone is already parked there....Dang it! Welcome to Jesssica's World. I passed this parking space about seven times before I realized that Sunday at 3 a.m. meant I actually could park there.
I end up getting frustrated and impatient (which isn't unusual...seeing patience when driving is NOT one of my strengths) and park several blocks away from the Iron Cactus. Jennifer and I walk the distance. When we arrive we take a couple of pictures. We enter and are seated. The upstairs is closed, so they seat us downstairs in the small bar area.
I came to watch the game, but the only TVs they had were 13 inch, where the score and time remaining in the game were cut off. I wouldn't really be able to watch the game on such a small TV that I couldn't even make out what the players were doing or even which team was doing what.
We decide to leave and find another place to watch the game and scope. I just don't know where we are going to go. It took us a lot longer to find parking than we were even inside Iron Cactus. We walk towards the car and pass a sports bar. I open the door to walk in, when all I see are small square black tables (that look cheap and old) and a bunch of people crowded around them...it was a dive. I guess the first clue was the all painted black doors with graffiti like paintings on them.
We get to the car and head back towards home, while my mind starts spinning about where to go next. Irving, Grapevine...Oh, Las Colinas. There are several restaurants in the business district there.
As we walk into Champps Restaurant, a several people walk out the door, not noticing that we are trying to enter as well. When we finally make our way through the single door, the place is packed. There are about 15 large screen TVs with the game on, and people everywhere. Almost every table is taken, and the bar is standing room only.
We sit down, and I immediately start looking everywhere for where my man could possibly be. There are a few guys sitting together at a table in my view, yet I find none of them interesting. I stare over at the bar...but all I can see are men with women or older men trying to pick up younger women...not my type.
Jennifer and I order, just as the second game begins. As we wait for our food, I'm constantly glancing around to see if anyone catches my attention. It seems there are a lot of families or couples here. I'm so glad to see so many women into football. Our extremely nice waiter and I talk football for a while before our food arrives.
As we eat our food...I got a yummy french dip sandwich, my eyes don't notice anyone of interest. It's a little frustrating in a room full of people, that I can't find any intriguing men. I mean, it's great for those women who are with the men, but not great for me....Dang it! : )
As Jennifer and I leave, Jennifer takes a couple of pictures of me to show my readers and viewers where I go. A guy, probably about mid 40's, asks, "What are you guys doing?"...as if it matters what we are doing.
I reply, "Taking pictures."
He says, "Do you live here?"
I respond, "Yes."
He says, "It looks like you are waiting for a taxi."
He walks towards the door, then calls back, "I can take your picture if you want."
I don't want to inconvenience him, so I reply, "No, thank you."
He says, "I wasn't going to ask for your phone number or blood type. I'm capable of taking a picture."
Not believing he got this defense..and it never occurring to me that he would ask for our numbers, I respond, "Okay, that would be great, thank you."
He walks over, and I hand him my camera. As I put my arm around my sister and smile, I ask, "Can you please make sure you get the Champps sign in it?"
He rudely says, "DIFFICULT," as if getting the sign just makes picture taking that much harder...He is the one who volunteered after all.
I thank him as he walks away.
Jennifer and I get into a long conversation on the way back. DEEP THOUGHTS BY JESSICA....I thought I would share it with you.
First of all, the best way I've found to describe my search is When Harry Met Sally Meets The Bachelor. If you have seen When Harry Met Sally, it's about finding the perfect person for you, the timing of it, and falling in love. The Bachelor is a reality about picking the person and also about falling in love. This is my reality..but it is also yours. Everyone can do it...you don't have to spend a lot of money. I think you should be able to find your person without having to pay someone thousands of dollars..you can find the person yourself. If you are looking for your person, you can join me in finding yours, by going to similar places, that I go to, in your own search.
Some of you may wonder why I am doing this...why I'm choosing to be so proactive with finding my wish man...
I spent many years trying to figure out what I wanted to do in my career, what my passion was, and following my heart. I never thought when I was in my twenties that being 35, single, with no kids was even in the realm of possibilities for my life. I never sat back and thought, "What would happen if I turn 35, am not married, and still have no kids." I would have to be Negative Nancy to think this.
I always thought that through life...work, school, friends, just living my life that I would eventually meet someone...like many people do. But this isn't what happened. I didn't. And being 35 and wanting kids...I needed to start having them a few years ago. I know that birth defects start to increase...and yes, I finally just got to the point in my life that I was like, "What the heck...where is my man?"
For the last 10 or 15 years, living my life and whatever came along with that didn't produce my wish man...so I can't keep doing that (the same thing) and expect it to produce different results. So, with that in mind, I need to be proactive in finding him.
I think many people in a similar situation will be able to identify with me. People who are focused on their career don't tend to think..."What's going to happen if I never meet someone...and I reach mid thirties and I still haven't met someone." We all think we will meet someone, and that it will happen when we want it to happen. What if it doesn't?
Then, like me, you need to set out to make it happen. Sitting on the couch or going to the same places aren't going to produce different results. So, we have to try new or different things...go to other places or events. You never know.
So, keep your eyes and mind open. You never know when the person you've spent so much time looking for is standing right beside you. Don't get too caught up in your own life that you forget to look...or look around. He/She could be standing right before your eyes.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Really? At a Grocery Store...
I read on line that one of the places you should look for a boy/girlfriend was at a grocery store. I just didn't understand this...how do people meet at the grocery store. Do you stand in the diary aisle and ask, "Do you prefer 2% or skim milk?" I said this very thing to someone, and she told me that the best place is actually in the produce department.
Well, this week, you guessed it...I went to the grocery store...two grocery stores, Wal-Mart and a higher end/more variety one Central Market. I made sure I didn't look like I just rolled out of bed. I didn't look like I was going out for a night on the town, as you can see in my pictures, but I dressed better than in pjs.
So, Wal-Mart...for those who don't know. You can find just about anything there...groceries, beauty supplies, hardware, automotive, electronics, etc. My sister, Jennifer, and I are outside of Wal-Mart taking my picture. I decide to add a little spice to my blog and upload pictures of my ventures. While taking my picture outside of Wal-Mart, a gentleman drives by, still in his vehicle, and waves to us. I glance at Jennifer, and we both laugh. Jennifer says, "Everyone wants their 15 minutes of fame."
Jennifer and I proceed to walk inside, discussing this very fact. I say in a mocking voice to Jennifer, "The guy lifts up his hand and says, 'Hi.'" Just then, a Wal-Mart worker says, "Hi" back to me. Jennifer and I both grin, and Jennifer says, "You see...15 minutes of fame."
My older sister is quite funny. She is a quiet introverted person, but she has a great amount of wit. She continually cracks me up.
I immediately start looking for my man, as soon as we walk through the two sets of double doors. There are two main entrances, and I park closer to the food entrance. I figure men need food, right?! I slowly and methodically walk through produce. If that's the best place to find men, I was going to take my time...and look like I was picking out the finest thing known to mankind. Slow and methodical that's how I'm going to find my wish man....
As we walk through produce, I see no potentials...I mean there wasn't even one. What is that about??!!
We continue one by one down the aisles. Then I think, "Beer. Yeah, beer." Maybe he will be by the alcohol. Well, let's just say, all the way in the back of the friendly Wal-Mart, there were no guys. I take that back. There were plenty of guys with girls or kids. But no decent looking, none ring wearing men.
I decide the next best place will be by beauty products...not beauty as in cosmetics. Beauty products as in deodorant, toothpaste, and soap. I venture there, and there wasn't a single guy...no pun intended..haha. There wasn't anyone down those aisle. And my luck was the same in hardware and automotive.
I start to get a little..just a little..bummed just thinking about how little possibilities there were today at Wal-Mart. What a bust...Then my mood quickly changes, when I think, "On to Central Market! Good things await me there!"
If you are not familiar with Central Market, it's a higher end grocery store. They carry items you wouldn't find at Wal-Mart and more variety. They also sell a lot of fresh meat, seafood, and flowers.
We walk into Central Market, and I think, "There a lot more possibilities here." Central Market is famous for having people with tasters everywhere...just my type of place. I have three samples of pineapple (Man, it was really, really good) before we get five feet inside.
Then again, I take my time, because we are in produce. Why do they put produce by the front door? Random thought for you...I slowly push the grocery cart making glances left and right..not finding anything that would tempt me. It really makes me wonder why the produce is "the best" place in a grocery store to find a guy.
We come to the fresh meat and seafood. My eyes wander while my sister orders some spicy shrimp from the worker. The problem I'm also finding is not only am I not finding any decent looking men, I'm also not seeing anyone who is tall enough. I'm 5'9", so I want someone who is at least 5'10" at the minimum...6' would be great!
Anyways, so as we go through Central Market, tasting dips, chips, soup, meatloaf, among many other things. People seem to shop here, because they don't seem to mind paying a bit more for food or drinks. but I see a lot of women or couples. I don't see any single men. I just don't know where they are hiding.
I intentionally went grocery shopping on a weekend day when the Cowboys weren't playing. I thought maybe the men would be out shopping...but then again the playoffs were on. So maybe they were still at home watching football.
This brings me to the question...when do single, good looking, tall, successful men go grocery shopping? When do they buy soap, deodorant, food, or anything?...GOSH, DARN IT!
I definitely think if you want to look for a certain type of person, then you need to look the part. You can't expect a King without looking like a Queen. If you don't want to go out with someone dressed in pjs, then don't wear them out yourself. They are made to be worn to bed. You have to look the part of who you want to attract. So make sure when you're going out on your ventures, look like the person you want to attract.
I hope you have better luck at the grocery stores than I did. Maybe I will have better luck next time...who knows. But this brings up a good point...If you are looking for someone, every time you go out is an opportunity. Every time you go somewhere, there is potential. Don't be in such a rush that you forget to open your eyes and your mind to what is around you. You have to make sure you take the time to notice the people around you...you never know when he is going to be standing right next to you.
Well, this week, you guessed it...I went to the grocery store...two grocery stores, Wal-Mart and a higher end/more variety one Central Market. I made sure I didn't look like I just rolled out of bed. I didn't look like I was going out for a night on the town, as you can see in my pictures, but I dressed better than in pjs.
So, Wal-Mart...for those who don't know. You can find just about anything there...groceries, beauty supplies, hardware, automotive, electronics, etc. My sister, Jennifer, and I are outside of Wal-Mart taking my picture. I decide to add a little spice to my blog and upload pictures of my ventures. While taking my picture outside of Wal-Mart, a gentleman drives by, still in his vehicle, and waves to us. I glance at Jennifer, and we both laugh. Jennifer says, "Everyone wants their 15 minutes of fame."
Jennifer and I proceed to walk inside, discussing this very fact. I say in a mocking voice to Jennifer, "The guy lifts up his hand and says, 'Hi.'" Just then, a Wal-Mart worker says, "Hi" back to me. Jennifer and I both grin, and Jennifer says, "You see...15 minutes of fame."
My older sister is quite funny. She is a quiet introverted person, but she has a great amount of wit. She continually cracks me up.
I immediately start looking for my man, as soon as we walk through the two sets of double doors. There are two main entrances, and I park closer to the food entrance. I figure men need food, right?! I slowly and methodically walk through produce. If that's the best place to find men, I was going to take my time...and look like I was picking out the finest thing known to mankind. Slow and methodical that's how I'm going to find my wish man....
As we walk through produce, I see no potentials...I mean there wasn't even one. What is that about??!!
We continue one by one down the aisles. Then I think, "Beer. Yeah, beer." Maybe he will be by the alcohol. Well, let's just say, all the way in the back of the friendly Wal-Mart, there were no guys. I take that back. There were plenty of guys with girls or kids. But no decent looking, none ring wearing men.
I decide the next best place will be by beauty products...not beauty as in cosmetics. Beauty products as in deodorant, toothpaste, and soap. I venture there, and there wasn't a single guy...no pun intended..haha. There wasn't anyone down those aisle. And my luck was the same in hardware and automotive.
I start to get a little..just a little..bummed just thinking about how little possibilities there were today at Wal-Mart. What a bust...Then my mood quickly changes, when I think, "On to Central Market! Good things await me there!"
If you are not familiar with Central Market, it's a higher end grocery store. They carry items you wouldn't find at Wal-Mart and more variety. They also sell a lot of fresh meat, seafood, and flowers.
We walk into Central Market, and I think, "There a lot more possibilities here." Central Market is famous for having people with tasters everywhere...just my type of place. I have three samples of pineapple (Man, it was really, really good) before we get five feet inside.
Then again, I take my time, because we are in produce. Why do they put produce by the front door? Random thought for you...I slowly push the grocery cart making glances left and right..not finding anything that would tempt me. It really makes me wonder why the produce is "the best" place in a grocery store to find a guy.
We come to the fresh meat and seafood. My eyes wander while my sister orders some spicy shrimp from the worker. The problem I'm also finding is not only am I not finding any decent looking men, I'm also not seeing anyone who is tall enough. I'm 5'9", so I want someone who is at least 5'10" at the minimum...6' would be great!
Anyways, so as we go through Central Market, tasting dips, chips, soup, meatloaf, among many other things. People seem to shop here, because they don't seem to mind paying a bit more for food or drinks. but I see a lot of women or couples. I don't see any single men. I just don't know where they are hiding.
I intentionally went grocery shopping on a weekend day when the Cowboys weren't playing. I thought maybe the men would be out shopping...but then again the playoffs were on. So maybe they were still at home watching football.
This brings me to the question...when do single, good looking, tall, successful men go grocery shopping? When do they buy soap, deodorant, food, or anything?...GOSH, DARN IT!
I definitely think if you want to look for a certain type of person, then you need to look the part. You can't expect a King without looking like a Queen. If you don't want to go out with someone dressed in pjs, then don't wear them out yourself. They are made to be worn to bed. You have to look the part of who you want to attract. So make sure when you're going out on your ventures, look like the person you want to attract.
I hope you have better luck at the grocery stores than I did. Maybe I will have better luck next time...who knows. But this brings up a good point...If you are looking for someone, every time you go out is an opportunity. Every time you go somewhere, there is potential. Don't be in such a rush that you forget to open your eyes and your mind to what is around you. You have to make sure you take the time to notice the people around you...you never know when he is going to be standing right next to you.
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