The Dating Pool

Calgary is full of men. Rugged men. Manly men. Available men. There's definitely more men than women out here. But there's one obstacle that's in the way of me meeting these available men: Men, 0f the friend genre.

Of our group of about 15, there are 4 girls. Setting foot in bar with 11 guys and trying to get the cute guy across the room to notice you is difficult, almost impossible. Either the cute one assumes you're with one of them or you brother (who is part of the group) sabotages any possible chance for a relationship. Note: leaving the bar with a guy is not something that should be done in the company of your brother. Trust me, I've done it. It was with his friend. Talk about an awkward next morning....

So I've taken it upon myself to meet men. And the only viable option to my generation these days seems to be.... internet dating. Enter Plenty of Fish.

I've heard positive and negative things about this website. From random hookups to long-term relationships, there seems to be something for everyone. Err should I say someone for everyone? But is there someone there for me? I'm taking that question more as a challenge.

To successfully conquer this challenge, I need to come up with the perfect description of myself. It has to be full of my wit and my charm. But describing myself is one thing I despise. What do I say? "I like long walks on the beach and reading poetry."??

But I don't like long walks on the beach and I don't like reading poetry. I like short walks to the bar and reading fashion magazines.

This weekend I'll not only move my stuff to the new place, but I'll work on the perfect description of myself. I really wish it was a 3 day weekend.....

And life in the Wild Rose continues

I've been so neglectful to my blog lately. Why is that? Well, I really don't have a good excuse. Perhaps I've had nothing good to say, or maybe I felt nothing was good enough to share - but in the past month there has been a lot going on and I feel it's time to post again. So here goes nothing....

We've been busy for the past month searching for the perfect new place to move to. "We" being my current roommates Jeff and Aly. About a week ago we finally found it - only a 15 minute walk downtown, three bedrooms upstairs, two full bathrooms, a large backyard, and a quaint front porch. We've slowly begun to move and this weekend we will be doing the majority of it. I'm pretty excited to move into a place that's clean and clutter-free!

I found out two weeks ago that I am now the assistant manager of the store. Not a big deal since I had taken on all the responsibilities to begin with, but it's nice to have the title and to get a bit of a pay raise. Still hard to find the job I want out here - the opportunities are lacking to say the least. It's even hard to get people to talk to you about their career paths.... sheesh!

All in all, I am having a great time out here. The home-sickness gets less and less every day and I think that scares me a bit. I mean, who would think that I would EVER be okay being this far away from all my friends and family?? Maybe it's constant party feeling this town has and the aroma of cowboys in the air. It's quite intoxicating.