Saturday, November 2, 2013

ice cream bread

I dont eat ice cream generally but the dessert was so pretty I wanted to take a foto. So I asked someone who had just bought one.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

At last - rejection!

I am loving the "fly-by" requests I'm throwing out.  When my friends and I went to the 5k run today, I was wearing a headband that I've had for about a year and a half.  It has a red sparkly heart on it.  As part of the race, you were able to get a pair of funky eyeglasses or a mask or a headband with pumpkins or sparklies or some such.  I chose a headband with spiders (to taunt a fellow that I know is afraid of spiders...) but my friends both got heart shaped sunglasses.  In the frenetic energy of the moment, I heard my name.  "You have to get pink heart glasses!"  So, I asked if I could exchange my red heart headband for the glasses.  SURE! was the answer.  Thus bespectacled (and not bespeckled as the folks in leopard print), off we went to get temporary tattoos, have our skirts blown up (if we had been wearing skirts) and to twerk our money makers!

Where is the rejection you may ask.  The photographer for the skirts blowing up... "Want to have dinner with me after the race?" says me.  "I have to work," says he.  But I got a pretty cool photo out of it.  That ain't awful!

*edited to add:  Kerry says, "you missed out your epic craze-making photo-bombing." (true... I started photo bombing every time I could... before you could say kimchi, it became a race fad!  That's me... cutting edge!)

photo by some random person at the race.

Somebody learned how to photo bomb for real!

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

rejection fail!

I am totally failing here! Chae Bak helped me to find the bike path on my ride today. I shouted "meet me here at 7 tonight, and I will buy you coffee!" I was sure he wouldn't come...HE DID! We had shabu shabu. Yes I bought coffee afterward.

Monday, October 21, 2013

Stood up...

I got stood up on a date tonight.  Does that count as rejection?  I believe it does.

Dinner - a glass of wine (ok, two) and beef stir fry.  And yes, chocolate chip cookies for dessert.  I feel icky in my tummy.  Learn from this, fool.  LEARN!

On a happier note, I talked to Mr. Man of My Dreams.  Nice to have a pleasant, let's be cool chat.
This is Sammy:  She's cute.  I may  need a pet.... or at least a new Dream Man... 

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Rejection number 1

He was listening to music on the street in Gangnam. I asked him to dance. He said no. Heh.

Saturday, October 19, 2013

New 30 Day Challenge

Albert Ellis  - brilliant man.

When I was in college, I read about his attempt to get over his fear of rejection from women.  He asked 100 women out - all of whom said no - and it worked!

Cupid - an old show that lasted I think only a season with Jeremy Piven.  In one episode, he convinced people to go out and get rejections.  Whoever got the most rejections at the end of the night wins!

I took those with some friends when I was in my 30s and did something similar.  We all asked out as many people as possible, put some money in a pot for a day at the spa.  Whomever got the most rejections won.  (I won - my friends all got boyfriends.  C'est la vie).

Four years ago I met a man who was the man of my dreams.  We got on famously - chatted by skype and phone, flirted on message boards.  He was in Britain, and me?  I'm in Asia.  C'est la vie.

And then my sister friend got cancer.  I was sitting at dinner with a bunch of brilliant, beautiful women and their equally brilliant and gorgeous men, and I was the only single one there.  What the heck?  So I wrote to the man of my dreams, and we decided to "give it a go."  It went nowhere.  He's something of a work-aholic, and I am a woman who likes interaction with folks I'm interested in.  All I had with him really was hope, but damn, it was four years of hope.  Two days of crying, a bottle of wine, some pastries, Gordon Ramsey videos, kdrama, and now I'm ready to get back in the saddle.  But I'm still in Asia and it's dang hard at my age (40s) to find a man interested / interesting.

So... the 30 day challenge.

I will ask one man out for a date every day.

The rules:
No one whom I know to be married, involved, or gay.
No one I already know.
No one I dislike.
No one I asked before.

Everyone else is fair game.  English speaker or no!

I have to ask individuals, not groups.  No telling them until after the rejection.  Take a photo with them if possible.  At the end of 30 days, I reward myself for dealing with my rejections by going to the spa and having a massage.  (Keep me honest, people - I've been trying to talk myself into getting a massage for 3 years).

Nothing happens.

Let's MAKE something happen.

Today is day 1.

Saturday, September 29, 2012

One that Brings Peace

Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace.

 As I hide from my truth, run from all that I know, ignore the vibrations of my soul, my apartment gets tidied, my laundry gets cleaned, my radio gets played, soup stock gets cooked, books get read, and my heart remains frozen.   

In my soul, I know that I love to run.  I have known this all my life.  Despite my natural athleticism, my formative years held no encouragement in that area.  I remember the time I went to the gym and a boy hit me in the head with a barbell, telling me girls were not welcome.  When I awakened from the knock out, I never went back.  When I joined sports teams in school, the coaches focused on the fast girls, the tall girls.  Chubby, struggling girls didn’t warrant notice or assistance.  I never went back.  But today, I am a grown woman, and I know that my body loves the feel of running.  I am confident and strong after I jog.  There is a sway in my walk, an awareness of my sensuality, an appreciation of the world around me.  Lines are sharper, colors are more vivid, men are more handsome after my run. 

Buddha said that “Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace.”  Today, I take that and change the tiniest thing.  I know that better than a thousand hollow actions – the tidying, the cleaning, the cooking, the reading – is one action that brings peace.  For me, that action is running.
And now I ask you... what is that one action that brings peace for you?

A photo of me from a couple of months ago - jogging in Seongnam Park.  Look how happy I am!