Swiped Out LV YouTube Channel!

Hi guys.

I was going to wait until next weeks Q and A to answer some of the questions I have been receiving about the Swiped Out LV YouTube channel that launches in four days, but it’s getting a little overwhelming for me so I’m just going to answer them all really quickly right now.

Q: Is the Swiped Out YouTube channel replacing the blog?

A: Nope. It most certainly is not.

I will still be writing 3-4 posts per week (most likely 3 per week) for the blog. The videos will be an addition to the blog.

Q: How many videos will you posting per week?

A: I was aiming to post 1-2 videos a month but I was conned into promising 1 video a week. We haven’t even post the first video and I’m already regretting agreeing to one per week. Today will be my THIRD day shooting just so that we can get all of the material we need in order to produce one 5 minute video. I don’t even have to do any of the hard stuff like shooting it, doing the voiceover, or editing it. All I have to do is write my script, sip wine, and rant but I’m still exhausted. Life is hard. lol

Q: What are the videos going to be about?

A: Whatever the hell I feel like video taping that week. lol

The first video that will go live this week is an introduction video about my life. We have a ton of ideas for different videos to make in the future but we will just have to see which ones translate into good viewing material. I’m also thinking of doing one Q and A video each month with some my favorite questions from you guys. Sometimes I feel like I cannot properly express myself through words when I am answering some of questions you guys send me. Instead of going on written rants, I thought that saving 3-5 questions from that month and making a video of me answering them would be a great way to properly express my emotions in my answers.

Or maybe I’ll dress up as a Pokemon and go play a round of paint ball and record it. You never know where the mood will take me.

Just kidding. Everything on the channel will be dating related.

Q: What if I have an idea for a video I would like to see you make?

A: I would love to hear your ideas!!!

If you guys have any ideas of videos you would like to see…please email me at SwipedOutLV@gmail.com

Wait a minute. I feel the need to address this. NO! I will not film anything topless or nude so don’t even ask.

Okay. Carry on.

Since this post is kind of lame, here are a few outtake clips of what an idiot I am from the opening scene that we filmed yesterday for our first video. 


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That’s all I’ve got for today. If any of these clips made you giggle, be sure to check out the Swiped Out LV YouTube channel in four days! Hopefully that answers all of your questions about the new Swiped Out LV YouTube channel! 🙂

xoxox,
Ally

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Q and A Monday (Week 9)

Hi guys! Here are answers to a few of the questions I have received over the last couple of weeks!

Q: Who is your celebrity crush?

A: I have so many.

Adam Levine, Kris Bryant, Zac Efron, Bryce Harper, and Andy Grammar are a few of my celebrity crushes.

Not that any of them would give me the time of day, but most of my celebrity crushes are either married or have girlfriends. We all know that I have my PhD in chasing men who will never love me back. It’s just what I do. So it makes perfect sense. *shrugs*

Q: Do your other siblings get mad when you say that Landon is your favorite sibling?

A: No way.

I don’t care what anyone says. If you have multiple siblings, you have a favorite sibling whether you want to admit it or not.

For fun, I thought it would be fun to ask all of my siblings who their favorite sibling is.

My sister Brittany said “Ugh. You’re all the worst.” Then she said “Probably Landon. Wait a minute. He ate my bag of Mounds chocolates when I was pregnant so never mind.”

Eight years ago, Landon secretly ate a bag of Mounds chocolates that my sister had with her over Easter weekend. She didn’t realize they were gone until after he had left. As soon as she realized they were gone she called Landon to ask him if he ate them. Do you want to know what Landon did? He denied touching the hormonal pregnant woman’s bag of chocolate and then he blamed it on his now wife, Teeny. (Mind you, this was Teeny’s first time meeting all of our extended family) Eight years later, my sister is still pissed about Landon eating her chocolate when she was pregnant. If that doesn’t show you my sisters level of pettiness, I don’t know what will.

When I asked Landon who his favorite sibling is he said “If I’m not your favorite then you’re not my favorite sibling. So whatever sibling says I am their favorite is my favorite too.” If that doesn’t show you Landon’s level of pettiness, I don’t know what will. I knew that Landon would never answer this question. He’s too even-keeled. Hence why he is my favorite sibling. (Except this week. All three of my siblings are on my shit list this week for not taking 2 minutes to write me a personal classified ad when I gave them  3 weeks to do so. If that doesn’t show you my level of pettiness, I don’t know what will.)

At first when I asked Jace this question a few weeks ago he said “You’re all my favorite. Depends on my mood. JK but for real you’re all my favorite. It just depends on the situation if that makes sense.” When I was talking to Jace yesterday, he said “You know what? I changed my mind. Brittany is my favorite sibling because she doesn’t bother me like the rest of you do.” Fair enough, Jace. Fair enough.

After that, I was curious to know who my siblings thought that our parents favorite child was.

Brittany said “Landon.”

Landon said “Ally.”

I said “Jace.”

Jace said “I don’t think that mom and dad have a favorite child I just know that they have a least favorite child and that is definitely me.” hahahahaha I’m laughing because it’s true. Jace is for sure the least favorite child. Kidding. Kind of.

I asked my parents who their favorite child was. Most parents would give you the “I love all my children the same garbage. NOPE! Not my parents. Without much hesitation Stacy (our mother) said “Jace” and here is the screenshot of that to prove it:


After asking my dad at least ten times, he finally said me. I always knew he had impeccable taste. Here’s the screenshot of that to prove it:


Suck it siblings! (If that last comment doesn’t show you my level of competitiveness, I don’t know what will.)

Q: What is the most valuable thing you have learned from therapy?

A: This is a tough question to answer because I have learned so much over the past two years. There are two things that came to my mind instantly because I think about both of them daily.

  1. Learning to forgive people without ever receiving an apology.

In life there are going to people who will do you wrong or who you feel have done you wrong. Sometimes people apologize and sometimes they don’t. Sometimes they are too prideful to apologize and sometimes they do not feel as if they have done anything wrong even if you feel as though they have. Holding onto resentment and anger towards someone doesn’t do you any good. It will just make you miserable and eat away at your soul. This applies to romantic relationships, friendships, as well as family members. Although it is nice to receive an apology, you’re not always going to get one. Sometimes it is hard to forgive people without receiving an apology, but letting go of that resentment and anger will bring you so much peace. I promise.

2. We do things until we can’t do them anymore. 

It sounds so simple, but I think it is something we often forget.

As I mentioned a couple of weeks ago, when I was going through my breakup with Poodle, I would sit in my therapists office for a minimum of two hours a day for 3, 4, or even 5 days a week. I spent whatever amount of time and money necessary to keep my head above water and to keep myself breathing. The pain I experienced from that breakup was a pain so dark, real, and raw to me that there were times I honestly didn’t know how I was going to pull myself out of it.

What made it so difficult was that I still loved him. No matter how sad, mad, or hurt I felt, I was still in love with him. I remember it being one of the most confusing feelings that I have ever experienced. I felt so much hurt and pain but on the other hand I still cared so deeply about the person that I was going through those awful emotions with.

I knew that I loved Poodle when we were dating, but it wasn’t actually until AFTER our final break up that I realized exactly just how much I had really loved him. For the first time in my life I could finally grasp how people in long term relationships and marriages could go through such horrendous trials in their relationship and somehow find the strength to work through those trials together. Couples go through horrible things all the time. Outside looking in, to many people, it doesn’t make sense that some couples are able to work through those trials. I have learned that sometimes things that go on between two people in a relationship are so sacred, different, and special that they could never possibly be explained or expressed in words to anyone else on the face of this earth. Sometimes things will only be understood between those two people no matter how absolutely insane it may seem to anyone else.

Although two years ago was our final breakup, Poodle and I had definitely played the breakup game several times before. I take responsibility for most of those breakups. I was nowhere near mature enough to understand, comprehend, or handle the feelings or emotions I felt for Poodle. I had never felt as strongly for anyone as I did for Poodle and it was so confusing. I didn’t even know what I was feeling. When I ran into Poodle at a blackjack table, I had just removed myself from a ridiculously tumultuous relationship. Poodle and I were already distant acquaintances and we sparked each others interest a little bit that night, but neither of us took each other seriously or thought much about the other person. To be very honest with all of you… Poodle was supposed to be a one night stand. To say that I was blindsided and unprepared for what transpired between Poodle and I would most certainly be the understatement of my lifetime. That was what made this break up so different and difficult for me. I had never been in love with anyone before.

Fast forward two years later to me sitting on the floor of my therapists office (I don’t know why I chose the floor. She has a couch. That’s what an absolute train wreck I was I guess) I was sobbing uncontrollably and pleading with my therapist for answers. I needed to know when enough was going to be enough between Poodle and I. How many times were we going to rip each others hearts out and tap dance all over them and then go on with our lives pretending the other person didn’t exist? Why could I not let him go? Why could I not stop thinking about him? Why could I not get over him so that I could move on with my life? Why did I have no shame when it came to him? Why would I call and text him as many times as I felt necessary even though I would never get a response? Why was moving on so hard? How long was I going to feel this pain? How many times was I going to make a complete fool of myself? I was desperate for answers. I was begging my therapist to say some magic words that would make my pain go away or at least give me an inkling of hope that there was light at the end of the tunnel. After I rattled off my 20 questions, she looked at me and said “We do things until we can’t do them anymore.” I remember looking at her thinking “THAT’S IT? I’m pouring my heart and soul out and that’s all you’ve got?!? What a bullshit answer.”

Fast forward another two years and one swiped out blog later, I finally understand what my therapist meant. I am sure it pained her to watch me cry for hours on end and beg her for answers, but she couldn’t give them to me. Just like sometimes I can’t give you guys answers to your questions. When you guys write me telling me that you’re going through something similar to what I went through, it breaks my heart because to read because I know exactly how you feel. I wish I could give you answers to your questions, but unfortunately, I can’t. All I can tell you is we do things until we can’t do them anymore. I can’t even begin to tell you guys how many times I have made a fool of myself to Poodle or how many times we have hurt each other, but I can confidently tell you that it was all worth it. As crazy as that probably sounds to someone going through a heart break, it’s true. I don’t regret one second we spent with each other. I don’t regret one sober or drunk phone call or text message that I ever sent him… even the hundreds that went unanswered. I don’t regret self sabotaging almost two years of my dating life because I was still mourning the loss of Poodle and Ally. It has taught me so much about myself and it has also showed me the capacity that I am capable of loving someone. I didn’t even know that it was possible for me to love someone as much as I loved Poodle and I didn’t have any idea that I was a strong enough woman to overcome the level of heartache that I did. To anyone else in the world, I’m sure that it doesn’t make sense, but I had to do things until I couldn’t do them anymore. I was on my time and it is okay to be on your time as well. Never apologize for feeling emotions for as long as you need to feel them. I can’t give you any answers on how to mourn or how long it will take for you to feel better because we all have different timelines. However, I can promise you that no matter how dark it may seem right now, there is a light at the end of the tunnel and you will get there someday. It took me almost two years to pull myself out of the darkness that I was in, accept the past, and be ready to embrace my future, but I got there. Poodle and I did things until we couldn’t do them anymore. 

Someone sent me a question last week that said “How did you know when you were over your ex?” I wasn’t sure exactly what this meant or how to answer it, so I wasn’t going to answer it. However, since I went on this rant I will answer it to the best of my ability. I personally don’t think you ever “get over” an ex. I think that you simply come to a place where you are at peace with the past. You realize that things were not meant to be and you genuinely want happiness for both yourself and the other person. You understand that you are never going to be able to provide the type of happiness the other person wants, needs, and deserves. I believe that you will always miss someone… You just miss them differently than you used to. Poodle and I had a lot of rough times, but we also had a few good memories sprinkled in there too. I still miss the friendship that Poodle and I had (Well, that and one other thing *smirk*) and I think that will always be something a small part of me will miss. It’s just a different type of “miss.”

Q: Do you have any tattoos?

A: No I do not. Skin is in. hahaha

I really like tattoos on other people, but they have never been anything I personally desired.

Except the one time I almost got Poodle’s name tattooed on my neck. Kidding 😉

Q: Do any of the guys you date or have dated read your blog?

A: No. I really don’t think so.

I honestly think that the only person that I have gone on a date with, have dated, or wrote about who even knows that my blog exists, is Seaman.

After Seaman and I had been texting for a while, he asked me if he could add me on Facebook. I told him yes, but before he added me I told him that I write a dating blog. I told him that everything is anonymous and that I only had nice things to say about him, but I’m almost certain he doesn’t read it.

No one else that I have dated or wrote about would have any way of knowing about my blog. If any of them do know about it, I’m positive that my blog is much too lengthy and my opinion is completely irrelevant for any of them to care about enough to waste their time reading it anyway.

That’s all I have for today. See you guys later!

xoxox,
Ally

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Modern Romance: Chapter 3 (Part 1)

Chapter 3 of Modern Romance is about Online Dating so clearly it had to be a million pages long. I am going to have to split this chapter up into 2-3 posts over the next few weeks.

The first part of the chapter talks about the origin and evolution of online dating. Online dating started in the 1960’s. Technology was nothing like it is today so as you can imagine, it wasn’t very successful at first.

In the 80’s and 90’s people would write classified personal ads and post them in the newspaper in hopes of finding their soulmate. I was absolutely fascinated by this process. I knew it existed, but I wasn’t sure exactly how it worked. I learned that people would write short ads that were four lines or less and post them in the Sunday newspaper. To save room in their ads, they would use abbreviations such as:

SWF– Single White Female
ISO– In Search Of
SJF– Single Jewish Female
SBPM– Single Black Professional Male
DASP– Divorced Asian Saxophone Player

People would read the ads and if they wanted to respond there would be a phone number listed at the bottom of the ad that the person who is interested could call. When they would call that phone number, the person who wrote the ad would have a recorded voicemail with a more detailed description of themselves and what they are looking for in a partner. If the person was still interested in meeting them after hearing the prerecorded voicemail, they would them leave a message telling the person about themselves. The person who wrote the ad would then check their messages once a week (YES! Only once a week!) and take notes on the messages that they liked. Neither person had any idea what the other person looked like so they would have to go strictly off of the voice of the other person. Dating through the classifieds took weeks to set up one date and you didn’t even know what the person was going to look like. I guess in a way that was good because you were forced to actually talk to someone before seeing them and make a judgement on whether you liked them or not that wasn’t based solely on their physical appearance. We are so spoiled with technology these days. We live in a world where we are literally one swipe away from potentially finding our soulmate. We could have a date for tonight in a matter of minutes if we want to. The down side is these days one tiny thing could be reason enough to be swiped left on by someone who doesn’t take the time to realize that the person that they just swiped left on has 2 masters degrees, speaks three languages fluently, and volunteers at child haven every week. It’s insane what a blessing and a curse the convieneice of online dating is today. 30 years ago, people would wait weeks for a response. Now, if we don’t receive a text back within a few hours we’re curled up in a fetal position crying listening to Coldplay screaming “Why doesn’t he like me!” Or maybe that’s just me. *looks side to side*

After reading this part of the chapter I thought it would be funny to write a personal dating ad for myself like I would have had to do in the 80’s or 90’s. Then I realized all my “ad” would be is my “About Me” section on my dating profile. So… I had a better idea. I thought it would be much more entertaining to ask a few of my friends and family if they would write a personal classified dating ad for me. I told them it had to be 50 words or less. Here are a few of the personal ads that they wrote on my behalf:

“I’m a comedic genius, foodie, and I’m top 3 at Laser Quest. Inappropriate jokes are my forte and I love to make people blush and push the envelope. I’m brutally honest, and I will call anyone out. I’m addicted to energy drinks and I don’t eat carbs.”

“If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain. If you’re not into yoga, if you have half a brain. If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape I’m the love that you’ve looked for, write to me, and escape.”

I feel like I’ve read that somewhere before. *looks side to side* Thank you very much for taking this assignment seriously, Lindsey. lol

“I’m adventurous and always willing to try something new. My ideal night would be a game night with take out (or paint ball or laser tag) I’m beautiful and can dress up but i can also be low key. I’m not as high maintenance as I look and my kids are a huge part of my life.”

“Blonde hair, blue eyed, witty girly girl who loves drama… you know… Katz, Wicked, and such. I’m up for paintball or boardgames. Games are great unless they are of the relationship variety. Dogs melt my heart. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I’m true blue if you are too.”

“Bombshell, 30 something, cross between Drew Barrymore and Marilyn Monroe. Quick witted and always the life of the party. I look high maintenance but I am not at all. I am looking for a guy who likes games…. board games that is!”

The last one is from my mom. Stacy Stagg for the win. That is a great ad and I would actually use it. *round of applause*

Another friend of mine didn’t write one, but she said “If I were writing an ad for you I would make it about food since you love food. Say something in there like ‘I’ll leave you satisfied but you’ll always come back for more” I was laughing all day over that one.

I just want you all to know that for weeks I have been asking my three siblings to write me a 50 word classified personal ad and NOT EVEN ONE of them took the time to write one for me. Do you see why they are all the absolute worst? (Yes. Even Landon) I just want to throw it out there that when I asked my sister-in-law to do this, within five minutes I had not one, but TWO different ads to choose from. Once again, Teeny for the win.

Aziz also talked briefly about how they would use recorded video tapes for dating back in the day. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, please watch this YouTube clip to see what I mean. Trust me. It’s worth four minutes of your life.

 

I am a huge fan of video dating and I vote that we bring it back. I will trade Tinder for awkward videos with terrible quality of us talking about ourselves any day.

On that note, I have a VERY VERY VERY exciting announcement. Swiped Out is launching a YouTube channel!!!

You guys… I even have my very own jingle! We start filming the introduction for my YouTube channel tomorrow and my videos will follow shortly after. I’m so excited for this new avenue and I hope you guys all look forward to it too! Don’t worry. I will still be blogging as well. The videos will be an addition to the blog. If you have any ideas of videos that you would like me to record for you guys, I am always open to suggestions! Email your ideas to me at SwipedOutLV@gmail.com

xoxox,
Ally

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AC

After my dates with Chicken Hand, Cowboy Casanova, and Hot Bartender, I realized that I had no business dating. I wasn’t emotionally ready and nothing was going well in the dating world for me anyway. Funny. Not much has changed in the past year and a half. 

A few weeks after my shit show date with Hot Bartender I was at work and I had just left an office that I was visiting. A text message popped up on my phone from a guy whom I am going to refer to as AC. The text message said:

“Hi Ally. I heard you stopped by our office today. I’m sad that I missed you. Next time you swing by, ask for me specifically so that I can see you and we can talk business.”

I thought it was nice that he reached out to me. The next time that I was in his office I did as he requested and asked to speak with him directly. He came out to the lobby and greeted me with a smile. He gave me a tour of the building and then we walked back into his office where we sat and talked business for quite a while. He was very professional and we had a good conversation. I had met this particular gentleman several times before but I had never took the time to talk to him or get to know him. He was nice so I was happy that he took initiative and reached out to me.

AC continued to keep in contact with me and after a few weeks of going back and forth, AC asked me if I would like to go out with him sometime. He was a nice enough guy, but I was so consumed with work and my messy personal life that I had never considered our interactions ever turning romantic. I thought about it for a while and decided that I would go on a date with him. He was a good looking guy and we had decent conversation so I figured that it couldn’t hurt for me to be social and go on a date with him.

Later that week I met AC at a lounge inside one of the casinos on Las Vegas Boulevard. After one drink he invited me over to see his new home that he had just purchased which just so happened to be across the street from the hotel that he had chose for us to meet at. (How convenient, right?!?! *rolls eyes*) He had mentioned to me earlier in the week that he had just purchased a penthouse suite at one of the high rise buildings on The Strip. So far our date was going okay at BEST, but I figured what the hell. I’ll let him show off a little bit. We drove across the street to his house and it was pretty incredible. The view was spectacular but by this point in the evening, I was beyond bored with AC. We didn’t have anything in common and he certainly wasn’t funny. He gave me one word responses to any question I asked and he didn’t seem to have any interest in asking me any questions to get to know me better. I was pretty sure that I wasn’t interested in AC but he didn’t get hammered and cry on our date. He also wasn’t a narcissist that sat across the table from me and told me how lucky I was to be on a date with him so I quickly realized that this date could have been worse. I didn’t know if I wasn’t having fun on our date because he really was as boring as I thought or if it was just me being moody and emotionally unavailable. We hung out for a little while longer and I realized that it wasn’t me being moody. AC and I were two different people with two very different personalities. I was fun and he was boring. I asked him to walk me back to my car which he happily did. We might have text back and forth a few times after our date but I can’t remember. If we did, it wasn’t memorable… much like him and our date.

Later that week I was at lunch with a few friends. I was telling them about my date with AC when one of them stopped me and asked “Doesn’t he have a girlfriend?” I said “No” and we moved on with our conversation. On my date with AC he told me that he had gone through a breakup with his long term girlfriend a while back so I shrugged the question off.

I definitely didn’t want to see AC again, but for some reason I couldn’t stop thinking about my friend asking me if he had a girlfriend at lunch earlier that day. Even though I wasn’t interested in AC, I was still curious as to why my friend would think he had a girlfriend. When I got home from work that day I did what any sane, rational, intelligent, normal, regular woman would do. I put on my FBI hat to do a little bit of investigating.

After 3.4 seconds of research, I was relieved to find out that AC most certainly did NOT have a girlfriend.

However, he did have a fiance.

xoxox,
Ally

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It’s not you. It’s me.

Getting paid to write a blog where you can say whatever you want, talk about whatever you want, and work from wherever you want seems like a dream… right? Wrong. It’s actually the worst thing that can happen to a writer. Before, when I would write I would take several hours to express my thoughts and feelings and then almost immediately publish the post. There was no going back once that post went live. Now, I take several hours to write a post, send it out for review, think about that post for 5-7 days while it is being reviewed, then think about that post for another 3-5 days once it is approved and returned, then I make the executive decision that I don’t want to post it because it’s been two weeks since I wrote it and I don’t feel the same anymore. It’s terrible. I over think and hate almost everything I that I write and say. Part of what makes my blog real and relatable is that I write about what I am thinking about or going through at that very moment in my life. So, I made the decision last night that I am not going to send my posts out for review anymore. I am going to go back to writing what I want and posting it as soon as I write it because that worked for me.

As we all know, I receive emails each week asking me questions. Over the past couple of months, I have received several emails from people asking about Seaman. People have asked if I am still speaking to him, whats going on, do I like him, etc. To be honest with you, I avoided answering those questions because I didn’t know the answers to any of those questions myself. However, I finally have some answers, so please allow me to answer your questions and tell you what happened between Seaman and I.

If you haven’t been following my blog, let me give you a little bit of history. The day after I post my first blog entry I received a text message from a friend of mine that I have known for a couple of years. She said “I read you blog and I liked it. I have someone for you to go on a date with.” I quickly agreed. Her and I set up a time and a place for my date and I to meet three days later. After setting up the date I asked “Who is he and what is his name? lol” She sent me a picture of him and said “He’s my brother-in-law. I’m married to his older brother. His name is Seaman but that doesn’t matter because you will change his name in your blog anyway.” I immediately felt bad. I didn’t want to write about my friends brother-in-law in my blog. However, she gave me full permission to write about him and I made her swear that she wouldn’t tell him about my blog because I didn’t want him to be on his best behavior just so that I wouldn’t write about him.

A couple of days later I was getting ready for my date and I realized something. I had just assumed that my friend was setting me up with a jerk so that I would have something to write about but I never asked her if he was a jerk. What if he was nice? What if our date went well? I immediately went into panic mode. I wasn’t ready for a good date. This was only two weeks after Poodle and I cut off communication (again) and a week after Sid walked out on our date after only 7 seconds. As I got ready for my date with Seaman, I was doing what any sane, rational, intelligent, normal, regular woman would do. I was thinking of things that I could do to ruin our date or scare him away if he turned out to be perfectly normal and nice just so that I could have a good story to write about for you guys.

I was mentally preparing myself for the crazy I was ready to unleash as I walked up to the restaurant. I walked through the front door, saw Seaman for the first time, and any rational (or irrational) thought I had that day flew out the window. My friend had sent me one photograph of Seaman, but he didn’t look like his picture in person. He looked SO much better. You guys… I don’t think you truly understand how handsome Seaman is. It seriously hurts me to write about how good looking he is. He’s tall, has dark hair, dark skin, and gorgeous green eyes. I was so caught off guard by how attractive he was and for probably the first time in my entire life, I was speechless.

Seaman and I had a pretty good first date. Our conversation went well considering that we didn’t know anything about one another and he was really funny which is always a bonus for me. I was so pleasantly surprised by how well our date went, that after our date I text my friend (Seaman’s sister-in-law) and thanked her for setting me up on a date with him.  She said “Everyone deserves a good date every once in a while ;)” She was right. Everyone does deserve a good date occasionally and we all know I was well overdue for a good date.

Our date was on a Friday night and Seaman was leaving to go home (he lives in another state) on Sunday morning. I figured that I wouldn’t see him again but Seaman text me the next day and asked me if I wanted to come over to his parents house for dinner. Typically I would have declined anyones offer to meet their entire family the second time I was going to hang out with them, but I wanted to see Seaman again and I knew that was my only opportunity before he left. My friend (Seaman’s sister-in-law) was going to be there with her husband and kids so that made me a little more comfortable. I figured if worse came to worst I might get some good material to blog about… but I didn’t. Dinner was fun. His family was very kind and welcoming. I had a really good time.

The next morning, Seaman left to go home and I didn’t think I would ever speak to him again.

Well, I was wrong. We spoke every single day for the next couple of months. He was my first text in the morning and my last text before bed. At first I didn’t think much of it, but the more I got to know him, I really started to like Seaman. He had my same sense of humor and constantly had me laughing. Living in a different state from someone you like is annoying for obvious reasons like not being able to go grab dinner or catch a movie, but I will admit that it was nice to be forced to get to know someone and not have the pressure of anything physical. He was aways so positive and happy and we would send each other funny memes or videos of exotic places that are on our bucket list to travel to someday. He would ask me several times throughout the day how I was doing and genuinely seemed to be concerned about how I was feeling and what was going on in my life. His text messages quickly and easily became my favorite part of my day. Sometimes it would only be a text in the morning and then a couple before bed because of busy schedules and sometimes we would text all day throughout the day. He sent me a few gifts and brought me flowers. After a while, Seaman took off ten days from work to come back to Vegas and visit his family. I was really excited to see him again because I had a lot of unanswered questions floating around my blonde bobble head. I was also very curious to see what it would be like seeing one another in person now that we actually knew each other.

Seaman came to visit and we spent a lot of time together. I thought it was going well. He spent the night at my house three nights in a row… and NO. Not in a sexual way you perverts. However, by the fourth day of hanging out with him all day and him not even trying to kiss me, I was starting to add questions to the list of things I was already curious about before he came to town. Was he just not into me? Was he shy? Did I do something wrong? (Probably) I didn’t know what to think so finally, I made he first move and I kissed him. He seemed pretty receptive to it and he kissed me back but I still wasn’t sure what to make of the situation. I knew that I wanted to talk to Seaman about how I was feeling, but I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to say. I’m not very good with talking about my feelings in person. I typically freeze up, lose my train of thought, and forget what I want to say. I am much more skilled with the written word. After day four of hanging out, Seaman dropped me off at my house and I spent the entire night wide awake thinking of what I wanted to say to him. I thought that I would see him before he left town so that I could talk to him in person, but a couple of days went by and we didn’t see each other and we didn’t text much either which was strange. I started to get a pit in my stomach because I had a feeling I knew how Seaman felt, but I was in total denial about it. Even though I was pretty sure that feelings were not mutual between he and I, I didn’t want to assume how he was feeling. I wanted to hear it directly from him. The day he was leaving I sent him a lengthy text message asking him if we were getting to know one another or if we were just friends because I felt as if there were a lot of mixed signals. He responded he told me that he only saw me as a friend and not romantically.

I’m not going to lie. I was pretty crushed.

I was also confused. We talked every single day. He text me first thing in the morning and right before bed every night. I don’t even do that with my best friends or family. We hung out a good portion of the time that he was in town and he included me in a lot of the activities he did with his family. At what point did he decide that he no longer wanted to pursue me? Before he came to town? After he came to town? Was he just not attracted to me? Did I do something wrong? (Probably *shrugs*)

I had way too many questions to be satisfied with rejection from Seaman via his text message. As I have said before, I love to torture myself in very personal ways for absolutely no reason at all (like when I would sit in my room and read through every single one of the cards Poodle wrote me over our two year relationship for no reason at all except to torture myself and cry) so I asked Seaman if we could talk in person. He agreed. I wanted to hear face to face what was going on in his mind because mine was racing. When I saw him he didn’t have much to say. He gave me the “It’s not you. It’s me.” speech and he told me that he just wanted to “focus on his career” which I know is true, but let’s face it. That’s also just a polite way of saying “I’m just not that into you.” I thought being walked out on after only 7 seconds into a date by a complete stranger was one of the worst things that could happen to me in the beginning stages of dating, but I was wrong. Looking at someone that I really liked face to face while they feed me cliche lines in an attempt to avoid telling me that they just aren’t into me was much, much worse. Being rejected by a stranger was one thing… but being rejected by someone that I cared about when I wasn’t even asking to be exclusive with them or have any sort of label with them was a new level of low for me to experience. It felt like I was being broken up with even though we were never in any type of relationship.

I’ll be honest with you. I cried. My feelings were hurt, but I can’t be everyones cup of tea and that’s okay. I am so thankful that Seaman told me that he wasn’t interested in me now than waste 3 months, 6 months, or even a year of my life. I very much respect him for being honest with me even though it definitely hurt to hear.

Seaman is still out there and he is just as handsome, charming, and hilarious as ever. He’s a really good guy and he will make one girl very happy someday. Maybe now that he and I are friends, I can be a groomsman in his wedding someday.

And that is the story of how I was unwillingly, but respectably, shoved head first into the friend zone by Seaman.

xoxox,
Ally

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The Master Negotiator

Since it is #tbt (Throwback Thursday) I am going to tell you guys a story that has absolutely nothing to do with my dating life, but I was reminded of it at my weekly family dinner a month ago and haven’t stopped laughing about it since so I wanted to share it with you guys.

Our mother has never been a “dog person.” (I know, I know… I don’t get it either) She doesn’t discriminate against dogs. Our mom is not a fan of pets in general. When my siblings and I were little, we used to beg for any type of pet and the answer was always “No.” Being the obedient and well behaved Stagg children that we were, my siblings and I would go to the desert behind my parents house, catch lizards, and hide them in our room inside shoe boxes as our secret pets. (Sorry mom) After relentless begging from four children, our mom finally allowed our dad to get us kids a Golden Retriever that we named Shelly. We loved her dearly but according to my mom’s house rules, Shelly was not allowed inside our parents pristine home. Being the obedient and well behaved Stagg children that we are, we would sneak Shelly in the house when our mom was at work and we would also sneak her inside to sleep in our rooms after our mom would go to bed. Shelly passed away several years ago and our parents house has been animal-less ever since.

We loved our giant Golden Retriever, but my entire family has always had a special place in our hearts for Pomeranian puppies. When I was 18 and no longer living at home, my dad lived vicariously through me and got me my own little red sable teacup Pomeranian that I named Lola. We realized that Lola needed a friend so the next year my parents got me a white parti mix Pomeranian puppy that I named Lucy which was short for Lucifer because that dog was the devil. (in the most adorable way ever though) When my older brother married his wife eight years ago, they got a Pomeranian and named her Lulu and then a couple years later, they took in a little runt teacup Pomeranian with special needs and named him Milo Machete. As you can see… we really love Pomeranians.

A few years ago, I was having dinner at my sister-in-law and older brother’s (who also happens to be my favorite sibling) house. Besides my older brother being brilliant, hilarious, and marketing guru, one of the reasons he is my favorite sibling is because he married the most awesome human on the face of the planet and brought her into our family. If you don’t know my sister-in-law Teeny, then you are seriously missing out. Her real name is Justina, but we all call her Teeny because she is 4’10” (and my older brother is 6’3″ lol) She is beyond hilarious. Last week Teeny and I were at Zumba together and she leaned over and whispered in my ear “I bet when Landon bought me these yoga pants he never thought they would actually see a workout.” I couldn’t stop laughing the entire Zumba class. I laughed even harder when I told my brother what Teeny said and he replied “She’s absolutely right. I didn’t think they’d ever see a workout.” Teeny also wins an awesomeness award for tolerating my older brother’s shenanigans like a true boss for over nine years now. For example, one time my brother and Teeny got into a fight. Everytime Teeny would text my brother she would get a response that said “The Sprint customer that you are trying to contact has listed this phone number as blocked. Please contact Sprint’s customer service by pressing *2 if you have any further questions.” Teeny was on the phone with Sprint for hours trying to get to the bottom of that situation only to find out that her number wasn’t even blocked. It was my petty older brother sending that text message to her over and over and over. Another time my brother spent an entire day only responding to Teeny in World of Warcraft lingo where everything he text her all day was in old english using words like “Thou” and “Maiden.” There was also a time that he text her all day ending each sentence with “my wonderful and thrilling life” For example:

Teeny: How is your day going?

Landon: Well, it’s going great because my life is so amazing and thrilling.

Teeny: Good! I miss you.

Landon: I miss you too. I’m just busy enjoying my amazing and thrilling life.

Teeny: Why do you keep saying my amazing and thrilling life?

Landon: I just want you to know how much I love my amazing and thrilling life… I’m sorry. I’ll stop.

Teeny: Well, thats great that you have an amazing and thrilling life.

Landon: I just love my majestic and beautiful life.

My brother would con Teeny into feeling negative and guilty for questioning the verbs he was using to describe his life. Then he would say he was going to stop using those particular words… and he would, except he would say the same exact annoying sentence and just change the verbs. To be honest with you, if I were Teeny, I probably would have divorced my brother by now. I’m just kidding. As my brother likes to remind us when we make fun of him and his shenanigans, Teeny is equally as annoying to him as he is to her. I told my brother that having a sister-in-law is like having a niece or nephew. I get to borrow them and then give them back. I can go to lunch or Zumba with Teeny and have a few laughs, but then I get to send her home to unleash her annoyingness on my brother just like I am able to do with my niece and nephews.

Okay. Back to my story.

One night I was at Teeny and Landon’s house for dinner and we were discussing what we were going to get my dad for his upcoming birthday. My dogs and I had temporarily stayed at my parents house recently and I saw my mom warm up to my tiny little pups. She would let them sit next to her on the couch and she wasn’t loathing and complaining about the dog hair that came along with them which was a miracle in itself. My parents live on a half acre of land and it feels like such a waste to not have a puppy there to bask around in all of the gorgeous grass in their yard. All of the sudden we had a brilliant idea. We were going to get our dad a dog for his birthday.

We spent the next week looking into shelters and adoption programs, but none of them had a Pomeranian at the time and we were pretty sure that was the only type of dog our mom would tolerate. After a few internet searches, we finally found a lady in Arizona that was giving away a 3 month old female Pomeranian puppy to a good home that she was unable to care for. The post was a few days old by the time we came across it so we were hoping that no one had snatched the puppy up yet because our dad’s birthday was that weekend. Luckily, the lady responded to our email the next morning and said that the puppy was still available. We set up a time for the upcoming Saturday morning to drive to Arizona to meet her to pick up the puppy so that we could present her to our dad on Sunday evening at dinner. As we were driving to Arizona, I received a text message from the puppy lady who proceeded to give me a sob story of how she had paid for shots, food, etc. out of pocket and would appreciate a “donation” for the puppy. *ROLLS EYES* We had totally been conned. However, we were already half way to Arizona. We really wanted to give our dad a dog for his birthday and we knew the puppy would have such a good home with my parents (I can give my personal recommendation for their parenting skills because they raised me) so we begrudgingly agreed to the lady’s donation terms. As Landon, Teeny, and I drove the rest of the way to Arizona we talked about what a “fair” amount of money would be to give the lady for the puppy. We came to an agreement that we wouldn’t give her a penny more than $250 for the puppy.

We met the puppy con artist lady at a gas station/restaurant/casino in Arizona. As soon as we saw the fluffy little fur ball, we were all obsessed with her. She was precious. My brother cut right to the chase and asked the puppy con artist lady how much money she wanted for the dog. The lady knew that she had conned us so she was acting awkward and not giving us a direct answer. There was no way we were going to give her any more money than she was expecting so we sat there staring at her and waited for her response. As we waited, I looked over and Teeny was in her own little puppy princess universe holding the puppy. She couldn’t stop kissing and snuggling her as we impatiently waited for the puppy con artist lady’s response. Finally the puppy con artist lady said “$200 is fair.” Not even half a second later my sister-in-law Teeny blurted out “WE’LL GIVE YOU $500 CASH!” My brother and I whipped our heads around with huge bug eyes and glared at Teeny. We were both telepathically messaging her “WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?!” Teeny’s eyes immediately got wide and her jaw dropped as she realized what she had just done. She had just experienced a serious case of word vomit. My brother confiscated the puppy away from Teeny and said “Teeny, just go wait in the car.” Teeny dropped her head and shuffled back to the car in her moccasins and yoga pants while my brother and I finished our transaction with the puppy con artist lady. My brother and I walked back to the car with the puppy (who we named Layla) and as soon as we got into the car my brother said “What on earth were you thinking Teeny?!? You offered her $300 more than she wanted for the dog and $250 more than we agreed to for absolutely no reason.” Teeny replied “The puppy was so cute and I just got really excited. Sorry guys.”

And that is how my sister-in-law Teeny earned the nickname “The Master Negotiator.”

#canttakeheranywhere #stillloveherthough

And for your viewing pleasure, here’s a cute picture of our parents and their new favorite child, Layla, the night we gave her to our dad for his birthday.


xoxox,
Ally

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Q and A (Week 8)

Oh hi you guys!

It’s Q and A Tuesday so here are some answers to a few of your questions.

Q: Where have you been?

A: Since I am the queen of procrastination, finding balance in my life has been a real struggle for me the past few weeks. Between being sick for a week, working, momming, and schooling on top of it, I’m stretched pretty thin. Also, I now have to submit my blog entries in for “review” (don’t worry, I can still write whatever I want… my posts just need to meet certain requirements like word counts which we all know I have no problem meeting) before I can post them. So far, the review and approval process is taking 5-7 days. *rolls eyes* I usually sit down and write what I’m feeling at the moment and post when it is convenient for me, so having to write things a week in advance is an adjustment. BUT I received the three posts I wrote last week back today so we have plenty of material for this week. Now I just have to start writing my posts for next week, this week. *crosses eyes*

Q: When is your new website coming?

A: Planning a new website is exhausting and we’re not even half way finished with it yet. In five weeks I am doing a week long photoshoot for my website. It is being professionally styled and photographed with wardrobe, hair, makeup etc. and we are photographing it in two different states and at ten different locations. To say the least, it has been quite the task getting everything in order. This is the main reason I have been working out regularly and avoiding carbs. To be honest with you guys, I’m not really all that nice right now since my nacho privileges have been revoked so it’s probably better I’ve gone easy on the blogging lately. After the photoshoot, we need to create an animated introduction with the photos and then transfer my WordPress account to a dot com account. I’m guessing my new site will probably go live in 2 1/2-3 months… but don’t quote me on that. However, the concept is BRILLZ and I’m soooo excited for you guys to see it when it is finished.

Q: What is your favorite snack?

A: Honey roasted peanuts. It’s not even close.

The only downfall to this particular snack is the nut dust that comes along with it.

Nut dust is the name my friend Jenni gave the sugar and salt remnants that are left on your fingers after eating honey roasted peanuts. I would constantly get made fun of for wiping it on my pencil skirt or dress pants at work or having it all over my car. If I ever go missing, just follow the trail of nut dust.

Here is a photo courtesy of my little brother that he took of me eating peanuts with a spoon before work to avoid getting nut dust on my computer or dress:


Q: So question: When you talk about that heartbreak you went through it is sooo true and accurate. It just follows you around like a dark cloud. During that time, how did you get through that? How did you get your mind off of it when you had tough days and didn’t want to face the world? Activities? Exercise? Friends?

A: My heart literally shattered when I read this question. If you are going through this right now, I am so sorry. My heart truly goes out to you.

You have no idea how much I wish I had a miraculous answer that would make the pain disappear for you, but unfortunately I don’t.

They say it takes half of the time you are with someone to get over them, but for me that wasn’t true. I was with my ex for almost two years on and off… and honestly it was more off than on and it still took me almost two years to finally crawl out of the dark hole I had fallen into. It did get a little bit easier each day, but it was almost two years until I woke up one day, the sun was shining, and for the first time in almost four years, I didn’t care about my ex. I don’t mean that in a derogatory way. Each person I date or have dated will hold a special place in my heart. I just mean that he no longer crossed my mind. I wasn’t sad or hurt or mad. I didn’t miss him or what we had. I felt at peace with the situation and had finally accepted it for what it was. The thought of him dating other people doesn’t bother me anymore. In fact, I can genuinely say that I hope he does meet someone that will make him a million times happier than I could have ever made him. I just want to be happy and thats all I want for him too… and all of my exes for that matter. I’m going to be honest with you… Going from being so happy, in love, and content with someone to feeling the pain and misery of heartbreak and a breakup to slowly going through the healing process and then finally coming to a place where you’re actually “okay” is a very, very bizarre process. A year ago, hell, even six months ago just the thought of my ex dating someone else made me physically sick. The thought of him taking someone else to places that we had been, the thought of him loving someone else, kissing someone else, and being in a relationship with someone else was enough to make me sick to my stomach. To be in a place where it genuinely makes me happy that he is dating and will meet someone else that can be everything to and for him that I could never, ever be is a weird yet amazing feeling. Finally being free from the emotional prison I held myself captive in for so long feels really, really good. I haven’t felt this great in years. It’s wonderful but surreal.

Although I unfortunately cannot give you any magic remedy for your broken heart, I can tell you a few things that helped me day-to-day along the way.

  1. Exercise. Most days, it was extremely difficult for me to comprehend actually getting out of bed. Getting my butt out of bed going outside for a short walk in the morning helped me start my day off better than in the dark gloom I woke up in for so long. It was SO hard to do, but I promise it helps. Also, find a physical activity that you like. Take up a new sport, Crossfit, or grab a gym membership. Do something that will get you active and help you meet new people. For me, it was Zumba. It was fun, I met new people that I otherwise would not have met, and It kept me busy for 2 hours a night 4 nights a week. It was hard to drag myself every night after work, but once it became a habit, I started to look forward to it and once I started to shed weight, that gave me even more motivation.
  2. Therapy. I don’t know what it is about paying $100 an hour to sit in a strangers office and cry uncontrollably and unleash your inner most thoughts, heart, and soul to them, but it helps. I promise. It’s nice to talk to someone who doesn’t know anything about the situation or anyone involved and who can give an outside perspective. I learned SO much about myself. In fact, I still am learning about myself. I am a constant work in progress and I strongly believe that no matter how “okay” you are, it doesn’t hurt to have a good therapist to check in with every now and then. Therapists give great advice, tell you how it is, give you good book recommendations and self discovery strategies, and most importantly, they help you look at things from a different perspective. Sometimes as humans we get far too wrapped up in OUR feelings and we fail to realize that different personalities react differently to situations. It is not our place to judge or expect someone to act a certain way. I went to therapy 3, 4, 5 days a week for at least 2 hours each session for the first little while after my breakup. I would sit in that office for as many days and hours in a row as I needed to keep myself breathing and my head above water. Then I went down to twice a week. Then once a week. Then once a month. I’m open about going to therapy because I’m all about self improvement. Anything that I can do to be a better person or future partner to someone is something I want to try. However, I understand that some people might be embarrassed by therapy. Luckily, you make your own therapy appointments and your therapist is legally sworn to a pinky promise that they will never tell anyone they know or saw you so if you’re a little embarrassed, no worries. Your secret is beyond safe with them. Nobody has to know that you go to therapy. Also remember that it is vital that you click with your therapist. If you don’t hit it off with the first one you try, try a couple more. It took me 2 or 3 tries to finally find the the woman who is now the keeper of my secrets. If you are not embarrassed by letting people know that you go to therapy, ask your friends if they have any recommendations. I was referred to my therapist by a close friend who had been going to her for a while. There are two VERY important things that I want to throw out into the universe because they are engraved in my memory forever. 1) Your therapist will never tell you what to do. They will guide you to make your own decisions so PAY ATTENTION AND DON’T IGNORE WHAT THEY ARE TRYING TO MAKE YOU SEE. You are not paying to ignore them. I mean, you can, but it is a waste of time and money. Trust me. I learned the hard way SO MANY TIMES. A perfect example of this was one week my therapist told me that my homework was to take my time and write down the top ten most important things to me in a relationship. I did that. When I got to therapy the next week, my therapist told me to read through it carefully and circle the top three most important things on the list I wrote. I did that. She then said “How many of the top three things that you circled describe your ex?” The answer was none. He nailed the bottom seven perfectly. My therapist didn’t say anything further about it and we moved on with my session. At the time, I justified it and thought to myself “He meets 7/10. Thats really, really good. How am I possibly going to find someone who meets more than that?” Two years later all I can think is “How could I be so foolish to think that I could potentially have a successful long lasting relationship with someone who doesn’t meet even 1 of the top 3 most important things to me in a relationship?!?” Who cares if someone likes roller blading and snuggles? (both are nice, don’t get me wrong) I need someone who meets at least 1 but preferably 3 of the top most important things to me in a relationship… not the bottom seven! I want to clarify that this is nothing that my ex or I did wrong. We are just two completely different people who want and need two different things. If I would have accepted that instead of making excuses for things, maybe I could have healed a little bit faster. 2) In my first therapy session, my therapist said that people whom I am close to will react one of two ways once I start going to therapy regularly. She said that they will either see that I am attempting to make a positive change in my life and in myself and commend me on it and possibly even start their own journey to better themselves whatever that may be for them or they will ridicule me and therapy in general. I didn’t think much about it at the time, but a month later I was talking to my ex and he said “I researched your therapist and she doesn’t have a PhD. She’s not even a real doctor.” At that moment it clicked what my therapist meant. She didn’t have certain qualifications that my ex thought she needed in order to guide me through my personal journey, therefore in his eyes it wasn’t good enough. Maybe for him it wasn’t good enough, and that is okay. However, it has been more than enough for me. Everyone’s journey is different. Maybe your journey isn’t therapy. Maybe it is hiking, or yoga, or music. Whatever it is, go with it. If it makes you feel better and you feel like you are improving, don’t listen to what anyone else has to say. However, if you want to give therapy a whirl, I have a few great recommendations. Feel free to email me at SwipedOutLV@gmail.com and I will send you their information.
  3. Engulf yourself in something positive. I don’t care what it is. Work. Exercise. Church. Being a parent. Starting a new hobby or learning a new skill. Find something to occupy your time that you enjoy and that is new, different, and challenges you. For me I threw myself into work and Zumba. I started a company with one of my good friends and we worked relentlessly on it which took up a lot of my time. I also went to Los Angeles with my sister-in-law and got certified as a Zumba instructor. I don’t teach Zumba, but I could if I wanted to. You can never have too many skills. It was hard work and took a lot of time and dedication, but it was a fun and fulfilling way to spend my time.
  4. Clean up your iTunes. Delete any and every song that reminds you of your ex at least temporarily, if not permanently, from your iTunes account. You don’t need to be driving around town or jogging on the treadmill and have your day ruined by “Gravity” by Sara Bareilles popping up on your song shuffle. Download new music into your library. Start a new soundtrack for the next chapter in your life. Trust me. It sounds silly, but music is a more powerful thing than many of us give it credit for.

I’m far from an expert, but those are just a few things that helped me get through the days and hopefully one (or all) of them will help you too.

That’s all I have for today! See you guys soon!

xoxox,
Ally

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