And it’s sorta starting to eat at me, because well I don’t want to be a bad bad blogger. I want to be an awesome blogger who has something interesting to say everyday. (although if I have ever been that blogger is questionable)  So here I am once again saying I’ll do better, or I’ll write more, or whatever you want to take it as.

I’ve just been so busy, or so caught up, or so not caught up to come over to this blog. I’ve been writing I just haven’t posted. Who does that? I guess me!

Work has been uber busy, I have these 3 other projects that I’m excited about and I have two other writing projects I’ve been spending much more of my time on.

But as always I’m going to try to and do better. Maybe it’s a new years resolution or maybe instead of giving something up for lent I should give in and blog more. Who knows. But I do know I’ve been a bad bad blogger…… but I’m going to work on becoming freaking awesome-sauce (again), or I hope so.

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!

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’

(drum roll please)

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…”

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!

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…….?

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.

But spooning is just one in the plethora of sleepy snuggle positions out there.

Relationship sleeping has an element of security to it. You feel secure, and safe with someone next to you. And like some corny stupid Faith Hill song it’s because you can feel the other person “breath”.

And although we may move from spooning to only a small cuddle we still feel that person there, and that is the comfort…right?

And as time passes an relationships evolve we grow comfortable in both turning away and not touching, because we don’t need to feel the other person to know that they are right beside you.

But that’s where one of my new favorite positions comes into play. As we both drift off to sleep facing away from each other, our bodies get comfy, and we start to curl into little sleeping balls.  And even though we didn’t need to fall asleep touching each other, our bodies find each other……. and we are sleeping “cheek to cheek.”

Telling Tuesday: in trouble….

1.  ”YES! Even that is mad at you right now! You can’t rub either of us and make it better! ” (woman to guy on N Train)

2. “I’m in so much trouble dude. I think the other girl might be the sister of saturdays girl. They really look and seem the same….and pretty sure I think they have the same last name!”   (two ‘bros’ at lunch in Soho)

3. “What jailed they take you too?……they let you make a three way call…what crazed copper let you make a three way call?”  (two men on street at 46th and 11th)

4. “I love you very much and you’re the only girl for me but right now you are in trouble and my mom always said if you’re in trouble you don’t get dinner, so no!”  (Guy to his Gal on E train)

But thing is I didn’t feel right posting here the last little while. It just didn’t seem right.  I started to taper off a while ago, then would proclaim “I’m back” but truthfully I was never feeling it, and so I’d drift away into the night again. It wouldn’t go unnoticed, I’d get your comments, your emails, your tweets, asking where your Sunday PULL was or that post I promised on ‘this or that’ but after awhile those stop too. And then today (or should I say yesterday) something shocking happened I had 193 unique hits on my blog… the first time in over 2 years I feel anywhere near under 200 or even 300.  And something in that hit me. I don’t know what it was just something hit me. Not in an “ I better get cracking” or “oh no” or even “what the hell where is my love” kind of way, just in a “isn’t that interesting” kind of way.  It is kind of interesting how when you stop talking (or should I say typing) after a while people just stop listening. Almost like you never were there, like it never meant anything to them, or even to you……and “isn’t that interesting” at getting lost on the side of the road of this information super highway.

Now lostplum has been here since 2006…. and became a steadier stream of consciousness in February of 2008. That’s 3 years…. 3!

3 great years…..I’ve meet some great people via this blog, and had some great adventures, and yes some bad ones as well.

I’m proud to say I have never just banged out a post for the purpose of blogging everyday. I don’t just sit down and say “I’m here world pay attention…I have nothing of value or usefulness, but here’s a fun video cause I’m lame today” I’d like to think I’ve always posted something that even if it didn’t make others think or made them laugh it did those things to me. I always provide content…i think….well maybe….

Hold your horses…. this isn’t a goodbye letter!

Lately I’ve been in a blog rut.

A RUT!

That’s all it has been. I just had no motivation to post. (Notice I didn’t say writing rut…cause I have been writing) A very “what’s the point of it all” moment in my head…..this moment has lasted a few months.

I don’t apologize: why should I?!

It just is what it is…. it has been what it has been.

But here is the thing. When looking at that under 200 mark I hit today it clicked in my head that it doesn’t really matter if 200 people read this, or 2000 or even 2. I read it and I say things that matter to me. I don’t do this for anyone else…I have lots of other projects I do for others. This is just my little world (it’s getting old just like me) where I talk about those ever important issues like relationships, dating, friends, boys, sex, guys, the odd few men, and even love.

I just LOST my place on the page for a little while…. bare with me I think I’ll be finding my way back soon.

FACT: I’m posting at 2am that has to say something!

You know who I’m talking about! Those people that are mayors of your personal apartment but you don’t know them…….

FYI having 30 mayorships doesn’t make you cool. Also you take the fun out of it for the rest of us. They need a badge called “Stupid Lame Face” AKA you check into stuff you have never been to so you’re a stupid lame face.