Dive Bar Dude: First time here?
Me: Yeah.
Dive Bar Dude: It’s a pretty shitty bar.
Me: (laughs) Well you’re here too so what does that say?
Dive Bar Dude: I live right up stairs so we can go from pants on to penis in, in like 5 minutes!
Guess what is back? That is right Something-Else Saturdays! YEAH! And I can’t think of a better way to jump back into this little feature on my blog then a great guest blog post by one of my favorite people from the great wide world of twitter!
Katie Little or has I first knew her @KT_Little offers us up some thoughts on two great subjects: Dating and Social Media. She asks some pretty great questions, and i look forward to reading what you all think about them. (and I also can’t wait to write my own responses as well) So here we go……My first ever (ever!) guest post and the return of ’something-else saturdays’
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Dating & Social Media: Can You Make Them Work?
I recently rejoined the dating scene – luckily enough I have met some really great guys.
One thing that I always notice every time we go out for a meal – we order then afterwards while talking to each other, we pull out our devices (I don’t have an internet based phone but I use my iPod Touch). While waiting we still talk to each other but spend time on our devices.I never really ask ‘oh are you on Facebook or Twitter’ because sometimes that is awkward for me.
Personally, I want to keep my social media identity a secret. I am a HUGE tweeter – and have my account public.
But when is the right time to tell him about your other identity? Or maybe not? Here are a few discussion questions I want to address.
Discussion Questions:
- Is there a right time to tell him you are active on social media?
- Are you like me – you feel want to create a protection around your social media community?
- What are ways/tips to tell your man without him freaking out you’re tweeting every second bout your date?
Katie is currently looking for employment in the social media industry. At the moment she currently is a nanny for a 1st grader and babysits for 6 families. She holds a graduate degree in leadership and management with a focus on social media and leadership from York St. John University in York, England. Katie’s strong background in customer relations, communications and leadership has contributed to her many successes.
In her spare time Katie caters to the whims of many canine companions through her business Your Puppy Nanny where she provides “loving care for when you’re not there…”
I got my flu shot this year for the first time in years. I don’t believe in them, and I always end up sick after I get it, but I did it as a christmas present to my mother. Who is convinced that I lick subway polls in the car that only people with the plague ride.
Well FYI I’ve been sick all week. Like spent two days in bed sick.
I got stuck with a needle and I’m still sick.
FYI…..this sucks!
I was re reading a some blog posts for another project I’m working on when I stumbled over this one and it got me thinking, it got me over thinking and thinking even more but I degrees.
It got me thinking about the truth.
What is the truth when it comes to a relationship.
Is truth really what someone speaks or does it become what we know? Now that in a nutshell has been my ‘food for thought’ for the last few days.
If in the span of a relationship you hear over and over again how much you mean to someone; how someone would do anything for you; how much someone loves, cherishes and wants to spend the rest of their life with you; how someone has never ever been with anyone as amazing as you…..is it truth because it is spoken or does it become truth once you believe it?
Are people who lie really at fault or are we at fault when we process a lie and choose to believe it?
Cause as of lately I lean towards it being the recipient of such ‘truths’ fault. I’ve always been intrigued by lying as an art form I’ve spoken on this before, and it’s mainly because I’m such a terrible liar. (I guess I just wish I were better at it) I speak what I mean, I probably reveal too much and never reveal anything I’m a 100% sure on.
Should you waste time hating someone for lying to you, or should you just focus on the fact that hating yourself for believing it makes more sense…….
When I’m lied to I often am at fault for believing it. I’m gullible most times to things I should never believe. I’d like to think as I have aged I’ve gotten better at this, and living in NYC has helped too.
So when I’m told something I believe that the other individual truly means what they are saying, and therefore how can you not believe what you are told.
How can anyone not believe the lies that get listed over an over again in a long-term relationship. (that is if they are lies, who really knows)
Because if you believe someone loves you, or cares for you, or gets you, or wants you, or even respects you, is it not mostly your fault when you come to the realization that they never did anything of the things listed above?
Much like a tree falling in the woods, can a lie really be a lie if no one is there to believe it…….?
Life is an interesting thing. It gives us ups and downs, and even more ups and downs. We face the given and the surprising, and we evolve every minute at a time.
One thing I think we all evolve with is our belief systems. Now this can be so many things and ideas. Beliefs cover everything. Yes everything. From politics, sex, and how long to wait after eating to go swimming our beliefs shape our every move.
Yes, what we believe in is in a sense what keeps us rolling. It dictates our everyday life, and our belief systems (although constantly changing) are our fundamental core.
And then there is religion. Oh the great topic of religion. Now I can’t pretend to even have a conversation on this topic, because not only is it specific to each individual (yes even if you are a member of an organized one) but also I don’t really know if I have every really known what religion means and in turn has meant to me.
I grew up Catholic. Very Catholic. Catholic school, church every week, grace before a meal, hell I was even an alter server in church (one of the best ever I might add) But at the end of the day what does growing up Catholic even mean. I have no idea!
I really don’t. I personally believe that you can never quite escape what you come from, as much as lots of people say. And although I don’t think I would ever shout form the roof tops that I believe in God, or that I am Catholic, and the end of the day I think I would have to associate most with being Christian, only because that idea and belief system has been grilled into my brain for so very long.
But again, what does that even mean!?
All I know is for as long as I really remember. As long as what is actually relevant in my adult life I’ve been more a fan of keeping the George Michael kind of Faith, then the kind that involves a God.
And then there was yesterday. Where I found myself sitting, waiting, and in prayer. I prayed. And exactly what the means…..I have no idea. But it happened, a for real prayer in the first time in a for real long time.
I am not to sure what this post is about except maybe change, and life, and at the end of the day it’s just about me….me on one specific day. So there you go.
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