Review of Events and Adventures - DON'T DO IT!!!

Please note: I joined this group back in August of 2008, and reviewed this on yelp in December 0f 2008. I have since requested cancelling my membership due to the fact that my financial status has significantly changed over the last 2 years. My request was denied. I guess it doesn't matter to them that I am making about 30% less money then I was when I joined. It also doesn't seem to matter to them that I am actually working on repairing the damage that my reckless spending has caused. I will be filing a complaint with the BBB. Here is my review:

YELP REVIEW OF EVENTS AND ADVENTURES: DATED 11 DECEMBER 2008


Events and Adventures is a total rip off. If you are considering Events and Adventures, just go ahead and try a great alternative that is free...YELP!!

Ok, so here is my sorry saga with Events and Adventures:

August 08: Broke up with ex of 10 months and decided since I hadn't really met anyone in the year of being here in Seattle, that I needed to look for an alternative way to meet people. (Notice I used the word people vs. guys.) My goal was to make some new friends, and get out and see parts of Seattle that I had not given myself the opportunity to see. An ad for E & A came on the radio, and I decided it was worth a shot. I called in, and they told me I would have to come in for an interview. This actually impressed me at first...they don't take felons (YEAH!!) and they make you show you are a real person....that is definitely a plus. HOWEVER......



During my interview, the sales guy gave me a quiz to determine how I meet people. Turns out I am an extrovert (go figure!!) I can go anywhere and meet anyone...this is true. What should have manifested in my brain was "EXACTLY WHY YOU DON'T NEED E&A!!!" This voice had apparently put itself on mute. I decided to give it a shot...can't be too bad, and some of the events looked cool. They were events I would actually consider going to on my own. My sales person told me I would have no problem meeting people (as if I was worried about THAT!) and that the guys would be flocking....this was of course not my concern, but if it happened...so be it. My sales person starts my contract and before I know it, he has me signed up for 3 years of paying 100 bucks a month.... for the WHOLE 3 YEARS!!!! Holy crap. PLUS you pay for all the events....and Membership dues...OMG, talk about going into debt. I was really optimistic about it at the time though. I had done the best I could to put myself into a positive state of mind after the break up, and saw this as an opportunity to meet some people who were interested in actually MEETING people.

My first event: Karaoke at Jazzbones in Tacoma. So glad I went to this...the venue is great (that will be on a separate review.) The majority of the people who showed up at the event were older guys...there were a few ladies who seemed really cool, one of them I even exchanged numbers with. I thought maybe I should try a few events before I totally bash this group.

Event number 2: Lake cruise on an old boat...there were about 30 people or so, and once again I met a really cool chick, we also exchanged numbers. It was at this event, that I began to see a serious trend in the majority of the men that were attending these events. (Please note: this is not to say all the men in this group are bad...just my personal observations from the folks that attended the events I attended.) There were a few guys who ended up acting very "stalkerish" asking for my number. I told one guy that I don't give my number to guys...(I was joking but at the same time didn't want to be mean and finish the statement which would have sounded something like "guys like you that is.")

I attended one more event, as a desperate attempt to feel like this was worth it....it isn't. Worst part is, I can't get out of it. At least that is what they said. The only way I can get out of it is if I get married. (sham wedding anyone? Just kidding!) My next attempt to get out will be through the Better Business Bureau.

Needless to say, if you consider yourself and extrovert, consider yourself warned. Do not, I repeat do not join Events and Adventures. Find some activities going on in your area (Yelp or http://Meetup.com or somewhere else) and go...meet people, have fun, and enjoy life!!! If you are less of an extrovert, you might need E&A to get out there...who knows.

Our First Trip

So I was planning my drop off trip for my son. Every summer he goes to Texas to spend a couple months with his dad, and this year I am doing the drop off. I asked my guy, who just a few weekends ago called himself my boyfriend the first time, if he wanted to go with...We had talked about it before, and making a trip down to Austin together, however all of the other times I have asked him to come somewhere awesome with me he has said no... This time however....

HE SAID YES!! YAY!!!

So, I booked plane tickets and now we are just trying to arrange rental car stuff. My son is very excited that my guy is coming with us. Isaiah really likes my guy, which is awesome. He has a very good way with Isaiah that is not "I'm here to be your next dad" (which I would absolutely dissapprove of) and more "Hey buddy," and as a bonus he loves to be silly with Isaiah. This is a characteristic that Isaiah believes is required. He says, and I quote "People who aren't silly are boring. It makes you not want to be around them." hahaha! Right on Isaiah...you have no idea how correct you are.

Just a couple more days and a little bit more packing and we will be off to the longest amount of time spent together during our almost 6 month courtship...a good 84 hours at least. Am I nervous? Yeah, sure a little...but I am more excited than anything. Here is a guy who probably knows me better than some of my besties...someone I can really be myself around, and who has never laid judgement on me. Here is a guy I really admire and like and look forward to more days and months+ together. :-)

Butterflies...

I totally forgot what they felt like. I can't tell you the last time I felt them...

I was fiddle-faddling on Facebook when I noticed in my feed that there were some new pictures that "He" was tagged in. It was from a wedding he was in back in January...I looked through the pictures, and somewhere in between the 5th and 6th picture I felt that tickly feeling in my stomach...(and no it wasn't gas!) I smiled, and looked at the picture closer.

Here is a man that I have come to really truly admire for so many reasons. His honestly is one of the reasons, along with his awareness of himself. His smile in real life and in pictures is so genuine, there is nothing like it. When he smiles at me, I know its real...

Here I am, really happy. I want to get to know him even better because every conversation we have is sooooo good. Sometimes, as tired as I am I want to stay up all night talking to him. I feel really lucky to have him in my life...he makes me feel good from my head to my toes in so many ways.

Here's to future adventures with my guy.

Lina - Still Naked and Sitting on her Towel

Love Goggles & Drunk Goggles

Everyone puts these on at some point in their life. Love Goggles can affect us in so many ways, mostly negatively when we lose site of reality.

The fact is that the first couple months of a relationship, if there are many factors that keep us interested in a person, we tend to put on our Love Goggles, and ONLY see the good...not the bad. We ignore red flags that without the goggles we would normally see. Some might say the Love Goggles affects our ability to determine whether someone is physically attractive, but through my experience and the experience of my friends, it seems everyone at some point puts on these Love Goggles, and will intentionally ignore factors that should obviously lead to a relationship's demise. The outsider friend (me) asks the Love Goggle stricken friend (Nameless Guy Friend)

Me: "Dude! What's wrong with you? You don't realize that this chick treats you like shit, has a heightened sense of self-entitlement and is quite possibly crazy?"

Nameless Guy Friend: "No....she isn't that bad...She's really nice and totally into me. It doesn't matter that I delivered 2 dozen rozes to her work for her birthday and she didn't call me to let me know they arrived. AND it doesn't matter that she ignored me at her birthday party...She is gorgeous....and we have amazing chemistry and connection, plus, she gives great head."

Wow...this guy might normally not date someone who treats him like garbage, but this girl does and he for sure had his Love Goggles on, he is completely infatuated.

Luckily for "Nameless Guy Friend," he had friends like me and my other best girl friend who helped him see the light.

Love Goggles are different then the commonly misdiagnosed "Drunk Goggles." Drunk Goggles are the opposite of Love Goggles...

Imagine you have had 5 glasses too many to drink, and you see that pretty girl standing over by the bar grabbing a drink....wait...two. Man she is cool...she can handle her alcohol! She looks good...long hair, on her head and... wait.... Is that hair on her ears? NAW!! Can't be... She's got a great ass, and a nice set of watermelons that light up her face. Yeah...I'm going to talk to her...

By the end of the night you have grinded on her, bought her a few drinks as well as a couple for yourself, and while you are pretty tipsy, you are content with the fact that although you haven't had a real conversation (Drunk Speak does NOT count as conversation) you are quite certain, that this girl is S-E-X-Y! She can dance too! You get her number, and ask to take her out sometime. She says yes immediately, and by the time it's last call, you and her are grabbing a cab together and going back to her place. The rest of this imaginary story, I will let you fill in.

In the morning you wake up...hungover....ugh. Headache is pounding...and your stomach is turning with the bubbly guts. You look over at your prize from last night....Wait...that WAS hair coming out of her ears...and does she have a mustache? That curvy ass and great rack that you thought you saw last night...not so much. Now its obvious you made a huge mistake. She is clinging your arm with an ever hopeful smiley look on her face.

Ah yes...that was Drunk Goggles.

Beware of both Love Goggles and Drunk Goggles, as they can both do you harm. Remember when you get into a relationship that the first three months are the "getting to know you phase." Usually, after three months, the real persona surfaces. As long as you have kept yourself grounded, and kept the Love Goggles off, you will be able to identify whether the real persona is someone that you are actually interested in, or not. As for Drunk Goggles...well the example above speaks for itself...

BTW: Love Goggles and Drunk Goggles apply to both guys and girls...

Things that women think are really annoying that men do...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHUKURA!!!

So maybe I am overgeneralizing in the title...maybe some women DO like these annoying come on's. It should be noted that there were four of us ladies out last night, and all four of us were unanimous on the lessons mentioned below.

Shukura's birthday...wow! Of the four of us girls, she is not the oldest, but this year was big for her (as it was when I turned 29.) The last year of our 20's...and things seem to really change once you hit 30. I like to think it will change for the better, but you will just have to subscribe to my blog to see how things turn out.

Shukura wanted a night out with the girls...Katara came in from Phoenix, and Betty and myself arranged for sitters and we were determined to have a fun Saturday night in Seattle...girls only. We started with dinner, and then made our way down to Belltown after chatting in the hotel room for a bit. I love these talks, and at this point in my life, I find it hard to break away from these moments. These are the moments I cherish...4 girls together and we can talk about anything and everything: boys, kids, life, jobs, love, family, old times, funny memories. I have been friends with Shukura and Katara for about 15 years, so half of my life. In this time of growing we have consistently had these types of conversations, and these are what I love about my girlfriends and will never ever get from any other type of relationship.

On to the night out and the annoying things guys do... (I know that is what you are really interested in.)

So we ended up at this Bar/Lounge called Twist. It had a really cool atmosphere, decent drinks while over priced they were huge portions, so probably worth it. We grabbed ourselves a table for the four of us, with a view of the viaduct and a huge mirror covered pig. The crowd was a good mixture of people...most probably in our same age range. We started talking about how guys approach women when you get older... when we were younger I think we were less picky, and something simple sufficed to open the door for conversation. Maybe our standards were lower, I know mine were...lol. But here we are, the four of us: 32, 29, 29 and 28. How will guys approach us?

1st guy. He looks decent....dressed to impress without being too flashy or reminding me of a juiced up Jersey boy. Hair is well groomed and over all looks wise he gets a 6. Problem was, when he walked by, after giving me a double take his look turns into a psycho "I-might-rape-you-when-you-leave" type look... YIKES!! I immediately looked away and searched for a window to look at... ahh!! That's better...water, ok. Now I am at peace.

Lesson for guys reading: DON'T give girls this look...unless you are in fact planning on raping them...and then they know exactly WHO to stay away from.

2nd guy. First thing I notice is this guy is short. We might all wear high heals, but we were sitting, and he was still shorter than me. He seemed nice enough....but comes up to the table saying..."Is it someone's birthday?" He looked very eager...like he was going to pounce on whomever announced that it was their birthday. None of us answered, we all just kind of looked at the guy...Then, because I was the closest to him...he asked me "Are you celebrating your birthday?" I responded with "I usually celebrate everyone's birthday." Then he asked me when my birthday was...I couldn't help but laugh...not that it was super funny, but it reminded me of those "What's your sign?" come on's that I think I saw in a TV show in the early 90's. Was it Thirty Something? Is this what we are to look forward to? The guy got the hint, and left. I wasn't trying to be rude, its just I think his approach was incredibly weak. A few minutes later his friend came up to us and told us it was the guy's birthday and asked if he had mentioned that to us. I said no, and said "Had he opened with that, we might have been nicer..." He just seemed so probing in his approach.
Lesson for guys reading: Girls don't like to be probed.

At this point I saw a guy I met almost a year ago in a bar in Fremont, James. He was there with some of the same friends I met him with originally. Back when I met him, one of his friends had thrown a quarter towards their really drunk friend Courtney...this quarter missed and instead hit me in the head. I still have this quarter as a reminder of those crazy weird silly moments that happen and are completely laughable. It's good to remember those moments when you start taking life too seriously. It was nice to see James again, and learn that he wasn't as much of an ass hole than what I originally had pegged him to be.

3rd guy. This guy was a total creeper... He came up to me with his not so adorable accent. (Some accents are totally hot, some are needless to say...NOT!) He took my hand and caressed it...(EW!!) Then said "Let's dance." "Um....no." was my response...First of all, there was no dance floor. Second, the music is turned down in this place so that people can talk and enjoy themselves. Third, I don't know you and you look like a creeper so no I won't dance with you. Gross....I quickly went to the rest room to wash my hands.
Lesson for guys reading this: Don't grab a girls hand and rub it unless you are clearly invited to do so...and don't ask a girl to dance if there is no music.

4th guy plus friend. These guys were ballsy...and in all actuality they get honorable mention for being the "those funny guys" we met. One even had the courage to give us his name (I doubt he figured he would make it into my blog...lol.) Tyler Schrink. The name is funny in and of itself. He even referenced a "shrunken package" so that I might remember his name. The reason these guys made me laugh so hard was their approach was ballsy a little bit inappropriate but the delivery was good. "How can we penetrate this table?" Was the question Friend of Tyler asked...WOW! I was shocked, in a "Chelsey Handler-Just-Made-a-Good-Joke" sort of fashion. We know how it looks here, there are four of us girls, dolled up sitting at a table enjoying our conversations about anything and everything. It must be hard as a guy or guys to come up with something to break the invisible force field that surrounds us. This force field exists for a reason and makes it easy for us to turn down weak approaches because they lack creativity and character. When a guy makes me laugh my not-so-quiet burst of laughter, he at least disabled the force field for a short amount of time. Here is the conversation that followed...in drunk speak:

Tyler: "You should find me on Facebook and add me."
Me: "Why should I do that?"
Tyler's Friend: "Because he fist pumped the Duck Tour!!"
Me: "uh....ok?"
Tyler: "Because...Have you ever seen Jersey Shore?"
Me: "Yes."
Tyler: "You know how they do the fist pumping at the clubs?"
Me: "Yes."
Tyler's Friend: "So we were on a boat..."
Tyler: "And we saw the Duck Tour Boat and we were like 'HEY!!'[insert crazy fist pumping here] to their music...and the touring group of Asians on the Duck Tour Boat didn't know what to do, so they just started fist pumping back!!"
Me: "Ah...I see. So is this documented? Is it on Youtube and is that why I should add you on Facebook?"
Tyler: "No...It's not documented...but you should still add me."

They wanted to be "memorable" to us...so I told them to get together and I would take a picture of them for "memory sake" and that was that....

As you are looking at this picture the guy on the right with the ginormous eyebrows is Tyler, the very drunk looking fellow on him is friend of Tylers...

Lesson to guys reading: Laughter is good...Obviously there are MANY other factors that would make me be interested or not interested in someone, but Tyler at least didn't bomb like the others. That doesn't mean I am adding him on Facebook.

5th guy plus 2 D-bag friends: In the middle of a nice conversation this guy who looks like a Jersey Shore copy minus a bottle or two of hair gel approaches. He tells us we should meet his friend because he is a fashion designer from New York. Then decides to name us...instead of ASKING our names. Betty was named "Channel" I was named "Shaquita" and Shukura was given the name "Princess." As the only white girl at the table...I was a little weirded out by the name they had given me, and especially by the fact that they felt the need to name us...Um yeah. We have names, and if we want to use fake names, WE get to make them up and tell them to you so that you don't know our real names. THAT'S the way it works. So Mr. Fashion Designer who looked more like a "Fashion Mistake on Roids plus Scarf" I have to say you got an "F" in the game department. They were dismissed.
Lesson to guys reading: Don't make up some fake excuse for why we should pay attention to you. Who knows, this guy might have been telling me the truth...but if he was a fashion designer, he didn't look like one. Also, don't give us fake names...let us do that.

Shortly after that, the lights came on and we made our way to the exit. The night overall was really fun...and filled with what all of us needed: girl time, laughter, and memories that we will be able to talk about on future girls' nights.

I love you girls...

259 days of being single...and loving it.

PREFACE: Before you read this blog, please don't get the idea that I am in any way a man hater....I am quite the opposite. I have many a wonderful guy friends who are great to their girls, love themselves and know how to communicate in an open, respectful and truthful manner. The guys I refer to in this blog are the douche-bag-self-absorbed-narcissistic-can't be honest with anyone-ass holes who make the good guys seem few and far between. I do believe in my heart of hearts that there are more good out there than bad, it's just that it seems to be easier to remember the bad guys. :-( If you are good guy and you are reading this...thanks for reading, and thank you for being you. ;-)

You know that heart sunken feeling you have when you have just been dumped? It's as if someone has reached into your heart and ripped it out...and then just left a big open space where your heart used to reside. It sucks...this feeling that aches in a way that doesn't even make sense. You feel a lump in your throat and spontaneously burst out into tears at the near mention of anything that has anything to do with the ex. He breaks up with you at the most inopportune time...and nowadays the break-up techniques are more douchey by the day. The text message, the Facebook status update, the tell all your friends but not the girl...Yes folks, if you didn't know, now you know. The idea of decency seems to be something that to some is uncool to some species of men (and some women, it is true.)

Usually there isn't any real justification for the break-up...they use the likely excuses "It's not you it's me..." or "I think we make better friends" or "I'm just not ready for what you want." My personal favorites (and I mean this in the most sarcastic of ways) is the guy who just never calls after 2 weeks of dating and then introducing you to his friends...yeah. That guy was REEEEALLY cool.

Where am I going with this you ask? Well that empty feeling that you have in your heart only lasts so long as you let it. It's great to morn the relationship's end, but there is a definite need to get on with life at a certain point. Cut all communication with this dirt-bag...and move on with life. Being single really isn't that bad. I know there are tons of self-help books out there that proclaim just this...I know because I have read them. I didn't think I would appreciate the advice, but now, looking back....259 days of being single has been AWESOME!! I spent some time loving me...getting back to taking care of myself and appreciating what is most important in my life. I spent some time dating...and not getting serious with anyone. I specifically wanted to date several different kinds of guys...because I felt like if I had a very specific "type" then I might be missing out on someone amazing. Another thing I really enjoyed doing was taking some time with my friends to really have some good friend time. A lot of times when we get into relationships we forget about the people who were there before the relationship began...the people who will be there to help pick us up when our hearts have been shattered by an emotional uzi.

I got to a point in December of 2009 when I realized how much I was LOVING being single...probably the first time ever that I really had this epiphany. I was happy, and having more fun than I had ever had in my life. It was at this point that I realized that I couldn't have gotten into a real relationship before this point. This falling in love with myself in a really healthy way was essential in the process of healing. It's not like it took me 6 months to get over the lame-o who broke up with me by text message, but it took me that long to get back into being me, loving me, and being able to see with clear eyes if a good one came along.

And what do you know...December 27th, a few days after Christmas a friend of mine asked me to take a chance on a date with him. On December 29th, we had our first date. I still count this time as being "single." I realize it's just a label, but I think it is important to hold on to that for just a bit longer....When we are ready for something more, I am sure we will know. At this point we are taking it day by day....date by date.

It's been a month and a half of no drama...laughs galore, some history lessons, and re-adjusting to the idea of letting my guard down. He's cool folks...and I like him.

So what's the point you ask? It's nearly impossible to be open to the new possibilities when you are still stuck in the past. Be happy, and good things will come...and probably not when you expect them.


Let's see what the future holds...I certainly hope whatever it holds...there is more of him. :-)

The Ex-Girlfriend

I sat there in my favorite Tiki bar, Hula Hula, with an awkward sense of anticipation. I had never been in this situation before. I like her...and I don't want her to be mad at me due to the circumstances I had recently come into.

She was His ex....and not like a recent ex, more like over 7 months his ex. They dated for a few months, then broke up, then had a 3 week fling, and then stopped talking. He told her he had moved on and so should she...pretty blunt for a dude. She still had feelings for Him.

Over the last 7 months I have befriended both He and She...in separate situations, but at the same venue, our little karaoke spot called Hula Hula. They both run with the theatre crowds, and I enjoy living vicariously through them and the other friends I have made. She and I weren't great friends, more like acquaintances who chatted on Facebook now and then, and would politely chit chat at Hula's about random nonsense. I enjoyed her company...she was sweet and young. And she was his Ex-Girlfriend.

I sat there at Hula's after getting off from a long day. I knew I needed to talk to Her, but didn't know what I would say. I didn't need to get Her permission...I didn't need to tell Her the details, I just felt like it would be respectful to talk to Her about what she had seen on Facebook and would continue to see...pictures of Him and I together and happy. I didn't really know where He and I were going exactly, but I knew we liked each other, and I didn't want to seem like I was sneaking anything as there was no need....she was His ex after all.

I checked Facebook from my Blackberry one last time before she was supposed to get there. I noticed she had updated her status to "Not looking forward to it," only moments before. "Oh goodness..." I thought to myself. I knew she had to know the subject matter I had asked her down for, but didn't realize it would go the way it did. She walked across the street from her apartment (convenient to live across from our favorite hang out.) She was not happy, I could see it in her face and the way she walked.

We said hello politely and chit chatted about unparticulars...the weather and whatnot. I asked how her American Idol audition in Denver had gone...she said not good and broke down the goings on of the audition. "I am sure you know the reason I asked you here," I said. "Yeah...." she says... "I've seen the pictures."

I felt like the conversation went as well as it could have. I expressed that I liked her, and hoped that she would at some point be OK with he and I being together, and not make things awkward. I hoped that we could be adult about things, and mature enough to still kick it in our favorite spot. "Things will be awkward. There is no way it couldn't be," she says. She told me stories about the two of them, and how everyone used to refer to her as Mrs. *Insert-His-First-Name-Here.* She told me not to date him, and that she still had feelings for him, and gave me a short list of reasons I should not like him, and that if I wanted a "relationship" kind of guy, I should look towards his best friend. "Nah..." I said. "Not interested in best friend in that way, and honestly, while I appreciate everything you are telling me, I will make my own conclusions based on my experiences with him."

Shortly after this uncomfortable conversation, I was at Hula's alone on a dreadfully hot Monday evening. There was hardly anyone at Hula's, a few regulars, the bartender and the KJ (the Best Friend to Him.) I was singing my second song. Ex-Girlfriend and her best friend came in and plopped down right next to the KJ (THEY NEVER DO THAT!) They were perched for the evening, making it impossible to approach the KJ without going through them somehow. As I began to sing this song that I had only done a few times and was really not comfortable with...I heard gales of laughter coming from the right side of the stage by the KJ booth... it was Ex-Girlfriend and the best friend. Wow...never before had I even heard her laugh more than a short low chuckle and never before had I had this sort of disrespectful treatment at my Hula's. Embarrassed, lonely, hot, and uncomfortable I left Hula's without saying goodbye to the KJ.

The next day, while sharing this story with my friend, I tried to go into Ex-Girlfriend's Facebook account to show my friend what she looked like. When I typed in her name, she did not come up as one of my friends...when I went to her page the top read "Add as a friend." Wow, she had deleted me. Funny that the times have led us to this. We learn about our status in the world from Facebook...we learn the "status" of our friends from Twitter...Kind of sad. While I didn't mind her deleting me as a friend, I thought it strange that she kept the Ex-Boyfriend, who was the one she was actually mad at for never having given her a good reason for their relationship's demise. She hangs on with hope that one day he will return to her. She will still be able to see all the pictures of him and I, the videos I take of him singing with my voice in the background...so how does this help her?

I feel sorry for Her in so many ways. Every time I see her at Hula's I wish I could give her a hug, because I actually understand how she is feeling. She continues to give me her dirty looks though, and continues to be mad at me with no real justification other than jealousy pure and simple. She is young, and I am sure she will get over this one day, after all, time is the doctor and she, his patient.

The lesson I learned from this? Well....I don't regret talking to her about what was going on. I am sure at some point she would have deleted me whether I had talked to her or not. I had to do what was in my heart to do, and to clear the air that had become a bit muggy and distorted. I will continue to follow my heart in situations like this, and be as honest...and as "naked" as possible. I am, after all, forever naked and sitting on my towel,