The Good Girl Gone Blog

As the year comes to an end, I'm still just as confused about the male population. Remember the guy from the club? As previously mentioned, we spent a good part of the night simply talking. He kept trying to get my number and asking me to add him as a facebook friend.

Despite my reservations, I added him the next day. Of course, just because I added him doesn't mean we automatically became "friends," I had to wait for him to accept my "friend request." When Jenni and I checked back later, we noticed he'd changed his picture to one that included a girl. And oh yeah, he'd rejected my request...

But wait, wasn't he the one who kept bugging me to keep in touch with him? Who does that- seriously!?

So of course, Jenni and I had to psycho-analyze his behavior. (Remember when I did the same thing with that Harvard guy?) Here's what we came up with with the help of some friends:

1) Even though he said he was single, he actually has a girlfriend. She probably went on his facebook, saw that an unfamiliar girl had friended him and went crazy. She denied the friend request and changed his profile picture. (Via Lynn and Jenni.)

2) He was probably just really drunk and didn't actually plan on staying in touch, or at least that's what Jay said. But honestly, that doesn't make any sense. It's not like adding someone on facebook means that you're married!

3) He goes to random cities and pulls this same schtick with different girls.

4) He legitimately doesn't remember me...which we find really hard to believe, because he seemed completely coherent...and honestly, right before he left, he repeated his name, first and last, and said add me on facebook.

Canadian boy = 0 points

G3B= 4 points. Or maybe 5, because I'm awesome and he makes no sense!

Oh faithful readers, are all boys like this? If so, maybe I should join a convent/actually become a crazy cat lady!

Last night started off slowly with a long "line-up," as Canadians say, outside of Lucky Bar. Not to be discouraged, Jenni and I hoofed it to another club, freezing our butts off and hoping to get in.

After the guy quadruple checked that my ID wasn't fake (he had a book and everything!) we made our way upstairs. Jenni bought us both drinks and we sat down at a table to survey the room.

As we sat their in our cute outfits sipping girly drinks, a guy came over and put his arm around me.

"Alana, you totally just got macked on by a Canadian boy!'

Hooray, 1 point for me.

When we made our way onto the dance floor, we were surrounded by girls in particularly small outfits. Jenni decided it was time for another drink. Unfortunately, we couldn't see the bar because a particularly tall monstrosity of a boy blocked our path.

Now, I've mentioned before that I like tall boys, so I thought, why not, I'm on vacation. I purposefully "accidentally" bumped into him and he turned around and initiated a conversation.

More points for me. That makes two.

Of course he asked me my height and I told him...and then I learned that he was (drumroll please...) 6'5". 6'5" with dark hair, dark eyes. Oh wait, did I forget to mention that he plays forward for his college's basketball team?

I think that makes 3 points.

Tall- check. 

Attractive- check.

Basketball player- two checks.

I asked him to dance and he happily obliged, making sure to mention that he was a horrible dancer and that I'd have to take the lead. He asked me if I'd mind that he was so much taller than me. Haha, if only he knew.

We danced and chatted for a while. I found out he also loved the thrill of jumping off waterfalls. Then randomly, I asked him if he knew my favorite flower.

"Gerbera daisy," he replied.

Points for him.

They are my favorite flower. Apparently, they're the only flowers he knows.

Oh right, and then he bought me a beer, which is points for me. A Canadian boy bought me a drink.

That makes 4.

I could go on and on about how wonderful last night was, but then this post would be too long. I will say that it was very refreshing talking to a Canadian boy, especially because he was so polite. I couldn't help but smile every time he uttered "pardon me," which was extremely often because it's hard to hear a girl a foot and a half shorter than you in a noisy bar.

Oh yeah, and in case you think Canadians don't actually say "eh," they do, and it's adorable, especially coming out of a tall and charming basketball player.

...I had a t-shirt that said that.

I have mixed feelings about fortune cookies. They don't taste particularly yummy and they're full of calories so I don't typically eat them. On the other hand,  I do enjoy reading the fortunes.

Two nights ago, our dinner bill arrived accompanied with fortune cookies even though the restaurant was not in the least bit Chinese. Curious.

My fortune read:

Now, I don't consider myself a very superstitious person (although I do avoid stepping under ladders, breaking mirrors and opening umbrellas inside ...and recently I've started knocking on wood- I blame Megan), but I don't think fortune cookies lie.

So what exactly is my heart telling me to do?

I know I said I would avoid the Internet (specifically Facebook, IM and blogging) over my vacation, but I'm home sick today. Ok, and if I'm truly being honest, I must admit I did spend a little bit of time on Facebook yesterday, but only a few minutes, I promise.

In case you're thinking I've been having a miserable time here due to my mysterious illness, you are terribly mistaken. When I arrived at the airport in Victoria, Jenni greeted me with a homemade sign and a huge hug. We bundled up and piled into her dad's car, and took a mini tour of the city. Although the local time was around 11PM for the Victoria natives, this east coast girl understandably felt  like it was 3AM.

After seeing the parliament building decked out in Christmas lights, we headed home. Jenni had made up the mini couch thing in her room for me. I felt like I was climbing into a nest and warm blankets.

The next morning, we had homemade sourdough waffles and went to Jenni's workplace, her dad's pub. I acted as a food runner, rolling silverware, cleaning tables, chatting up customers and helping bring things from the kitchen. It was so much fun.

Then yesterday, we picked up Jenni's friend Syd (who came in from Vancouver) and headed downtown. We drank coffee in a cute little coffee shop, scoured the boutiques and did some vintage shopping. I made out like a bandit.

After a long day, we hopped in a cab and went to the Superior cafe for some wine and dinner. It was fabulous. I couldn't get over the fact that our waiter was wearing a kilt. Who does that?

We planned on going out later that night, but my cold came back and we were forced to buy niquil and call it a night.

Right now, Jenni's back at the pub for the day with Syd, and I'm home watching movies and recovering. Hopefully I'll feel better tomorrow so I can see more of Victoria!

I just curled up in Jenni's big bed and watched Roman Holiday...nothing like old movies and tea to scare away a cold.

I think Audrey Hepburn is absolutely beautiful. She reminds me so much of my mom. I only wish she and the reporter had ended up together at the end of the film, but I guess that's a little too much to ask for.

So today I leave for Canada and I am beyond excited. If you remember, my friend Jenni already came up with a fun list of things for us to do, and I can't wait!

This morning while walking the dog, I did a bit of thinking about my vacation. It's not just a vacation from school and work, but a vacation from stress, emotional baggage and whatever else I choose to leave behind in the US. Keeping that in mind, I think I'm going to take a technology break. No, I'm not going to stop using running water or watching TV (G-d forbid), but maybe I'll stay away from Facebook, instant messenger, and as hard as this might be, my blog.

As much as I love all of these things and use them every day, that's just it, they're part of my everyday life. Now that I'm going "off the grid" to Canada, I want to leave all of it behind and simply enjoy my vacation: free of baggage. (I think the term going "off the grid" is pretty funny, because it's not as if I'm going to Canada to live in a remote Inuit village, but we can pretend.)

Don't worry, I'll definitely document all of the fun and debauchery that will inevitably ensue. There will be plenty of photos, lists and probably rants.

Don't miss me too much!

Yesterday, at a brunch date with a high school friend, we discussed our respective love lives. My friend told me that she's come to realize that if you actually want to date someone, you need to go for the grad student. I thought that was kind of funny,  because one of my BU friends is kind of seeing a grad student, and she seems really happy. Plus, my mom and I were just talking about how I should date one of my older brother's friends haha.

All this talk about older guys reminded me of a dream I'd had the previous night. Somehow, I found myself in the back of a cop car. I don't think I did anything wrong necessarily, but I vaguely remember the term "tax evasion" being thrown around...

Anyway, the point is I met a really cute cop. For some reason, he chose to sit in the back of the car with me, while his buddy drove alongside my friend in the passenger seat. Cute cop and I struck up a conversation and I told him my birthday was coming up. I asked him how old he thought I was, and he guessed that I was turning 21.

Now, this may not sound like a big deal, but it is. You see, people usually think I'm 16 or maybe if I'm lucky, 18. I was infatuated. He was 23 or 24 and adorable. And then the dream gets fuzzy.

Oh yeah, and last night, I had a dream that I met Raven's QB Joe Flacco...who is also 23. Hmmm...

Sigh...

I think this video pretty much sums up how I'll be spending my Christmas:

So the guy in the video started teaching at my school after I graduated. I think if I'd been his student, I totally would have had a major "teacher crush" on him.

Did you know that (according to me...) the term "teacher crush" doesn't only refer to crushes on actual teachers? I've had many teacher crushes in the past, and although some have referred to certain geeky, grad student English teachers who wear denim shirts and talk about Shakespeare, others have been people I've met outside of the academic world.

A teacher crush refers to anyone who is older than you and has a position of authority. For example, this past summer, I totally had a teacher crush on a guy at work. I even told the guy I was dating about it, and he seemed to find it pretty amusing. I found myself smiling if he talked to me or if we rode the elevator together. Teacher crushes are amazing because they're unrealistic and slightly comical.

Do I have a teacher crush on someone at my new internship? I guess it's possible, but if I did, I wouldn't tell.

Yesterday, Becca and I hit up Loehmann's and the mall to try and find some cute and fun bargains. Loehmann's of course was a success- the entire store was 25% off, and I ended up buying an adorable purple dress from Free People, and a cute Free People top to wear over leggings.

We also checked out the new Forever 21 and were excited to see it kind of resembled H&M with a center staircase and two floors of cute clothing. I felt like we'd hit the cute clothing jackpot- cute clothes and really great prices. Becca and I grabbed tons of stuff and headed into the dressing rooms. We came out with nothing.

I was thoroughly disappointed. Although the actual store had undergone a complete makeover, the clothing had not. Clothing was oddly shaped and poorly made. Nothing fit, and everything looked cheap. After trying on a bunch of things, my skin began to itch.

While I love a good bargain, I think I'm allergic to "cheap."

The only saving grace: they played Adam Sandler's Hanukkah Song, and I yelled out all my favorite lines, much to Becca's embarrassment.

Continue reading "...and Adam Sandler saves the day!" »

Today I went to the Starbucks at Barnes and Noble with the hope of getting some free WiFi. I saw a sticker on the door that said "WiFi provided by AT&T," so I thought I was in the clear.

I ordered my pumpkin spice latte (skim) and my blueberry scone and sat down. I tried to access the internet, but I couldn't. They wanted me to pay. Jerks.

But the trip wasn't completely wasted. I spotted two boys from the grade above me in high school, and came up with the perfect idea for a blog post (which I couldn't write while I was there). Let me explain.

When I was in 8th grade, my brother and sister were juniors at my then-future high school, Beth Tfiloh. Their choir participated in an event called "cultural arts night," which was basically a talent show open to anyone in the high school. Friends and family were invited, and I was definitely there.

I'm sure my brother and sister were really good, but I can't seem to remember their performance at all. What I do remember is that at that performance, I fell in love with the boys, their amazing voices and a guitar. As soon as they stepped on the stage, I was hooked. One boy played guitar and the other sang. Or maybe they both sang, I don't remember.

They played the song "Two Coins" by Dispatch, which I downloaded immediately after the show. The next day, I came into school and told my friends all about the two "guitar gods" we'd be going to school with the next year. I fantasized about dating one of them. I'd go to their shows, and they'd sing songs about me. I'd be the lucky freshman girl dating the cute, older sophomore boy.

Not surprisingly, I had little interaction with either of the boys during our 3 years together. I think one of them asked me to borrow a pencil once. I quickly obliged and never saw that pencil again.

And there they were today, sitting in Starbucks. No, I did not say hi, and yes, they're both still adorable. Damn.

I mean, J.M. is a totally hottie and definitely a "guitar god,"
but I hear he's a jerk. Maybe I should stay away from musicians...