Nice Businessman

While I was on my flight from LAX to SFO earlier this week, I chatted with a married guy sitting next to me towards the end of the flight.  He was traveling for work and staying in the Financial District.  He lived in LA with his wife and two kids.  He was really nice, passed my trash to the flight attendant, and got my bags out of the overhead for me.  Even nicer?  I hopped in his cab to SF's Financial District, which really cut down the SFO to home trip (vs BART).

Like I said, I've noticed guys from other places (even LA) are much nicer and chivalrous than guys in SF.

Back To SF

At LAX again, this time waiting for my flight back to SFO.

LA Match.com

Because I'm in LA, I changed my Match.com profile to LA.  In 30 hours 12 guys have emailed me (not counting winks and favorites).  That's a good start, haven't read any of the profiles and emails yet.

I Moved My Trip Up

I moved my trip up.  Just got to LAX and feeling it out.  We'll see how the next five days go.

I'm Lucky

I know I'm lucky.  I have the luxury of just picking up and leaving SF for good.  Not working for months if not years is very doable.  I have many friends who have offered up their couches and/or guestrooms (for an indefinite period of time) so that I can make a quick getaway.  I'm trying to remind myself that in the grand scheme of things, I have it pretty good and have places to fall.

Still?

The Brain is still asking mutual friends about me.  Still?  Jeez.  He thinks I'm mad at him because I never returned a vmail from several months ago.  How about I'm just not interested and I don't care enough about him to return his vmail?  After the many unkind things he's said and done to me, I don't owe him s*ht; he should be happy with silence vs me telling him exactly what I think of him.

He's also been telling friends that he is so busy with work and so great at his job, thinking about buying his fourth condo in SF, buying his sister a new house in Southern California, and getting an Aston Martin.  These are the guys I meet in real life, not online.

Fascinating

I find it quite fascinating when women react so negatively to what I say.  Why?  Because 1) I'm not telling them how to behave or what to believe and 2) they probably don't know the guys I interact with in the real world.  So, why the "passionate" responses?

Well, I read this psychology article a while back about people getting very worked up when things they don't like about themselves appear in others.  For example, let's say you forget stuff all the time and you go crazy on your friend every time he/she forgets something.  It would indicate that you really hate the part of yourself that forgets stuff all the time.

If we flip that to the very angry women who write in...

SF Is Taxing

Yes taxes are due today, but when I think of April 15th, I actually think about SF being taxing.  I'm sick of the people, the weather, the hills, et al.  No one interesting has contacted me on match.com, haven't liked many bagels, rarely log into OkCupid, etc.  I know the right guy for me is not in SF.

It's fine, I'm spending 90% of my time looking into new cities.  I've had enough and will leave San Francisco this year (probably over the summer, normal people summer, not SF summer).  My friends in Chicago got married two-three years out of college and are now having their second kids.  New York is supposedly difficult for a single girl, hah, I'd like to see what those girls think of SF.  Actually, I know because I was in New York before I moved to San Francisco and seriously think I made a huge mistake.  Almost all of my girlfriends (outside SF) who have wanted to find husbands, have found their husbands (over the last three-five years).

Just thinking about how much time I've wasted here (over six years) is starting to piss me off.  Okay, not all of it was bad, but I really should have left two-four years ago (when I started not wanting to be here).  It'd be different if I loved the city, I loved my job, or we had year round San Diego weather.  Sometimes you just gotta know when to throw in the towel.  I should have viewed the years past as a sunk cost, not an investment; I get it now.

HBO Silicon Valley

Did you guys see the first episode of HBO's Silicon Valley?  Ready for episode two tonight?

Even though I live in SF, I am not part of the tech scene.  Is this show pretty accurate?

Cute Cartoon

Cute cartoon on dating.  A little long, but still cute.

And Another Article

Oh yes, another article talking about SF sucking.  Five people have sent this to me (my personal email address) over the last two days.  The funniest parts (for me):  1) author talking about driving and 2) author talking about BART.

Enough Is Enough Already

Enough is enough already.  You guys already know I think SF is the absolute worst place to date.  I've shared several articles and anecdotes.  I was getting my hair done today and even the hair wash girl was saying the same thing.  This is a big deal because I never step foot in her part of town (Haight) and places she'd go (NOPA, Mission, Potrero, Sunset, etc).  She was telling me that guys online (Coffee Meets Bagel and Tinder) will "like," but never do anything 95% of the time.  I'm probably going to piss a lot of people off by saying this, the guy is supposed to send the initial message!

Eye Roll

I'm really glad I cancelled on this guy.  We were supposed to have dinner tonight.  Just thinking about seeing him causes my eyes to roll to the back of my head.  Many "relationship experts" say the eye roll is just about the worst thing because it's a sign of contempt.  Yes, that applies here!

I wonder if he tricked me; he's a pretty clever guy.  He sent me an email right after our first date and I never replied.  Then he waited a couple of weeks to send me a text.  Then he sent me another email, which caused me to realize who he was; bad mistake.

Stewing

I'm kinda stewing just from thinking about going out with the argumentative interrogator.  I am 80% sure I'll cancel.  I just can't do this.

Oh Sh*t

Oh sh*t.  So, I pretty much never add new guys #s into my phone.  I accidentally responded to the wrong guy.  I responded to the argumentative interrogator AND agreed to go out with him again.  Sh*t.  He does seem to be trying really hard (giving me options for what to do, giving me options for restaurants, driving up here from somewhere deep in Silicon Valley, etc).  Hmm, I could conduct an experiment to see if my first date impressions of him were accurate.  Or, I could bail because I really really want to.