A new blog there, fewer comments here

Since I was outed to The Greek after our date back in March, he has been known to comment (as MG) a time or two (or 75) on posts here at 27 Dresses in Cleveland.

And I can honestly say that no one person has elicited such strong reactions from you guys. Especially lately. I'm not quite sure what happened, but in the past couple of weeks it seems that many of you have been a tad irritated by the length (and possibly the frequency?) of MG's comments on my blog.

In fact, in the past week there were even a couple of you suggesting that MG should just start his own blog if he has so many opinions about dating.

Well, it appears that he listened. (Amazing, ladies. Boys do listen to what we have to say sometimes! But maybe that's only when sports or the Victoria's Secret fashion show aren't on TV.)

Anyhow, it seems that MG decided to start his own dating blog called Cure to Your Sickness.

From what I can gather, he's going to use his new blog to provide the male perspective on many of the stories that are published here on this little ol' blog. (And, I'm guessing, other stories of his own too. Because let's be honest. My pathetic dating life can't possibly give him enough fodder.)

So, if you've liked what MG has had to say over the past couple of months, check out his new blog to get his take on many of the things that happen here at 27 Dresses.

And if you've been one of the "Calgon, take him away!" readers... well, be glad that he's taking his opinions to a new forum and you don't have to read them here anymore.

We now return to your regularly-scheduled blogging. And the last week before the official kick-off to Summer of Sin (which I deem Memorial Day).

Sidenote: for all my reader friends who want to kick off Summer of Sin in style with me, shoot me an email and let's get something on the calendar for a Saturday (May 23) girls' nite out. Fun!

Sparks from the start

I had a date last nite. With the girl who "outed" me to The Greek. What a complete cluster fuc... April Fool! Ha ha ha.

Actually, I did have a date. But not with that chic. With a boy.

He was a very nice guy. Strong family ties, great job, good sense of humor. But I'm not sure there was any type of "spark" or romantic connection with him. (In fact, I'm sure of it. Like, I don't think I could ever imagine kissing him. But I could imagine going to an Indians game or grabbing a beer with him and a group of friends.)

While I certainly don't need to date a guy who looks like Brad Pitt or George Clooney (though I wouldn't kick either of them out of bed for eating crackers), I do think it's important to have some sort of attraction right off the bat. Maybe it's his laugh... his smile... his eyes... his wallet.

(Ha ha ha. TOTES kidding about the wallet thing. You know I'm kidding, right? Just want to make sure I don't develop more haters who think I'm only out for a guy's money. A girl who's a gold digger doesn't date a guy who is jobless/in school for several years of their six-year relationship. So, yes, I am completely kidding about the wallet thing.)

(BTW, it sucks that I now feel like I have to clarify every joke I make because I'm worried some chic is going to try to sabotage me from now on. Eff.)

Anyhow, while I realize that sometimes the "connection" with a guy takes time to develop (unless, of course, you're on The Bachelor, in which case it takes two minutes), I've always found that no physical attraction from the start is never a good thing. (At least, not for me.)

Sparks from the start... necessary or not?

You guys are FEISTY!!

Wow, you guys. You certainly had a strong reaction to yesterday's post about the saboteur and The Greek. A few observations:

• I am soooooo glad that, for the most part, you were all on my side. Because I would NEVER want to be on your collective bad side based on your feedback. There were some... ahem... passionate comments in the bunch! (Check them all out here.)


• You all love The Greek. (See? Why do you think I said I was pleasantly surprised by the date after my string of less-than-stellar ones? Too bad I think this little episode may have ruined any chances of future dates with him.) BTW, how effing funny is the picture I found to accompany this post? Your Greekness is my weakness. Hysterical.


• This post brought out some funny shit from you mofos. For example, Alexa introduced me to the term "blosse" (blog + posse). And, my friend Travis (who did not comment on the post) suggested that I should use names like they do for prisoners so no one can figure out the real identity of my dates in the future (e.g., CSX157). Romantic, no?

Anyhow, thanks for all your kind words and emails, guys. Really. I never started this blog with the intention of trashing the guys I go out with. (Contrary to what the saboteur might think.) And, I really hope sooner than later, the dating ends and I find my Prince Charming!!

Because, honestly... I don't think I have it in me to deal with much more blogma. (Alexa, that's blog + drama.)

Have a happy day, everyone! I'm sending a little Always a Bridesmaid love back at ya today! :)

Keep your friends close...

... and, apparently, your blog readers closer.

If you've spent any time over the last few days reading comments on one of my recent blog posts, you probably know where this is going.

If you haven't, buckle up.

I learned on Friday that one of my readers took it upon herself (or himself) to read this post recapping my date with The Greek, spend who-knows-how-much time trying to figure out who he was in real life, figured it out, tracked him down and sent him a link to the blog telling him to watch out for me.

(Sidenote: blogmom would have been so proud of this person's Cyber McGyver skills. Except for the fact that they were put to use to screw her daughter. So, probably not so much now.)

Awesome. An e-cock block. Well, except that I was the one getting blocked, so I guess it can't technically be a coc... oh, you know what I mean.

But seriously, peeps. As if I don't have a hard enough time with my dating life, I now apparently have someone who is trying to sabotage it even further.

(And just when I finally had a fun date with a guy who I would have wanted to go out with again.)

And the bitch of it is that this saboteur knows my real identity (she/he used my name in the email), yet commented as "anonymous" on the post so I don't know hers/his. (The "anonymous" post was left after The Greek left a post which I responded to.)

Now don't get me wrong, readers. I would totally get it if you knew my real identity and somehow figured out that I was dating one of your friends, so you wanted to warn him about the blog. That's called being a good friend.

This situation? I'm not really sure what to call it. Other than totally effed up.

I have a lot of less-than-nice things to say about this situation, but I'm going to try to be the bigger person and end this post now so I can refrain from doing so.

But that doesn't mean you have to! What do you think? Am I overreacting? Or did this cross the line?

P.S. Apologies to The Greek for being outed. That was obvi never my intention. (If I knew how to say "sorry" in Greek, I would! However, I would not ironically say "sooooooorry" like I did to Molly in my last post.)

Soooooooooooorry

There are two reasons for this apology post.

SOOOOOOORRY #1

First, I feel horrible about an entry I wrote back in October recapping a surprise party I went to for my friend Christina's birthday. In it, I used the name of our server, Walter, and sort of made him sound like a d-bag.

(It has always been my policy not to use the real names of guys I date, but I used Walter's real name because he wasn't a "date" of mine... though I now realize that the way I painted him was unfair and I probs shouldn't have named him. So I'm not even linking to that post. You can dig for it if you really want to read it.)

Anyhow, Walter was FAR from a d-bag. In fact, my friends and I talked about him for weeks afterward because he took such good care of us. I mention this because someone who knows Walter must have recently forwarded that post to him, because he commented on it just this week to clear his name.

And, because I doubt you guys are going to go back nearly five months to see his comment, I am taking this opportunity apologize to Walter from Lago. Sorry, Wally! (BTW, you should still get a watch.)

SOOOOOOOORRY #2

Today is my friend Molly's birthday, and the "soooooooorry" header for this post (with the intentional bazillion "o"s) is an homage to her.

Molly and I used to watch a DVD of Ellen DeGeneres stand-up on Friday nites when we were home... single... eating Mitchell's ice cream... in our flannel pajama pants. In the DVD, Ellen did a whole schtick about how, when people say "sooooooorry" with exaggerated "o"s, they don't really mean it. (You just said it in your head, didn't you?)

So, ever since then, Molly and I say "soooooorry" to each other. And, even though Molls is now happily married (my most recent bridesmaid endeavor!) and we don't have our Ellen/ice cream/PJ get-togethers anymore, I still giggle every time I hear someone say it like that. So, Molls... soooooooorry you're getting older! :)

P.S. thanks to all of you for your sweet comments on my recent date with The Greek. It was nice to go out and have fun with a guy who didn't make me want to vurp (vomit + burp) in my mouth, and I'm glad you guys think so too! And, judging from comments on that same post, you all REALLY like the idea of doing March Man-ness brackets for my dates. It is under consideration by management...

P.P.S. welcome to all my new followers! As blogdad would say, I now have "double nickles" (55) followers on the site. If you want to see who's following or become a follower yourself, check out the little box right over there. <--- Many of my followers write great blogs of their own. (Though I dare you to find one whose dating life has been as horrendous as mine!) Check them out!

It's all Greek to me!

So, it's 11:40 and I just got home from my date with The Greek. And, much to my delight, it didn't completely suck ass! (Hey, my standards are not all that high anymore.)

(And, actually, I'm kidding. It was really fun!)

We met for a drink at Luxe, then headed to see a film at the Cleveland International Film Festival at Tower City.

(BTW, have you gone yet? You should. Even if the movies are weird -- which many of them are -- it's a really cool experience.)

The Greek had VIP passes to the festival, but was clearly not sure what to do with them or the complimentary valet parking that came with them. Which was actually sort of endearing.

Let's backtrack a bit, though... how did we meet, you ask? Well, in the spirit of Manhunt March... it was I, your dear (or bitchy?) Always a Bridesmaid, who made the initial contact with The Greek after reading about him in a blog article about a week or two ago.

I'm really not sure what compelled me to email him, but I did. And we started emailing. And then he asked me out (though tonite was the first nite we were both free). And then he Facebook friended me. And then we met in person tonite. (Which, incidentally, was also the first time we talked in person. But, at least he didn't text me, right?!?)

Anyhow, I was pleasantly surprised with how easily the conversation flowed. And, The Greek was a lot cuter in person that in his Facebook pictures (which were pretty cute in and of themselves).

(However, I *might* weigh more than him. Seriously.)

And while some of his traits are not my typical "type" (including two large tattoos on each arm and a previous life as a skater punk), he also had some really amazing stories to tell (including working for a couple of nonprofit associations and a short stint in the Peace Corps).

Hmmm...

Fun fact: this is now the second "first date" that I have come home with a new t-shirt. Prior to the movie starting (it was a Greek foreign film), The Greek answered a quiz question correctly and won the shirt. He promptly handed it over to me and, to my delight, it was actually the right size! (I usually end up with free t-shirts in size XL, which all 5'2" of me can belt and wear as a dress.) So, even if he never calls again, I at least have a fun memento to remember the nite by.

BTW, in the midst of emailing with The Greek today to finalize our plans for tonite, I made a date with yet another guy for next week. (Hey, a girl's gotta play the field, right? More to come on guy number two next week.)

Who needs basketball games when my love life is turning into March Man-ness? (Maybe we should do brackets for my dates!)