Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Single Style update

Update on D2 from previous post.

Reminder, D2 had mysteriously deleted his profile.

Ignored that and decided to text him. I waited until Sunday night and sent the following:

"I had fun yesterday, let me know if you want to make plans again, even just as friends"

I figured that left it open an unassuming.

I got a reply!

"I had fun too, I also got the friend vibe but maybe we can have drinks next time I'm in town"

Hm, I think I'm just going to let this one go. Oh well, on to bigger and better.

I've had a few messages from other people online, some interesting, some NOT. I'll keep you posted on any advancements.

In other news, we won our hockey game tonight. I really love playing but I realized today just how attached I am to my team. The team who was playing after us came in and mentioned that they didn't have enough players so we were welcome to join their scrimmage. I considered it but decided not to. I enjoy playing but it is largely because of the comfort and acceptance my team offers. It is by no means something I demand but it certainly makes for a better experience. It has been no easy trip playing hockey amongst 99% guys and with a clear disadvantage. I love my team though, I feel completed equal while playing.

Enjoy your Canada Day tomorrow! It is supposed to thunder shower here so I may just catch up on some work.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Summering, Single Style

I've been single for about a month and a half now. I've chosen to take dating very casually this summer, go on lots of dates, meet lots of people but I'm not going to dive into anything too quickly - a habit that has escaped me thus far.

What I've found so far...
Apparently it's easy to meet people in this town, but you really have to put yourself out there. I have been making an effort to make conversation with people everywhere. From the grocery store to the laundromat... everywhere.

What I've proven so far...
as my mom would say 'you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find a prince.' I have a feeling my summer is going to prove this all too well. Hopefully it won't be too much of an ego blow.

Date #1
Originally I met D1 at the bar as he is a friend of a friend. I met him we chatted, nothing really spawned from that. In our short encounter I did think he was cute so I asked my friend for his BBM (everybody and their mom in this town uses BBM it seems). We start chatting a bit, mostly about hockey. Eventually I get a message asking if I want to go for drinks. Sure, why not! (I am a big believer in the 'what have I got to lose?' mentality) He meets me at my place, we walk uptown and sit down for a pitcher. When I first met him he did come across as a bit of an asshole but while we are walking to the bar this mentality seems to have disappeared as he asks me about work and is surprisingly polite. Overall, a good start. We are chatting over our beers and I mention that I like to cook (which is pretty accurate considering it's my #1 hobby). Well, D1 replies with 'that makes sense, you're a girl... haha.' Um, really buddy? You're going to try and make me laugh with chauvinistic comments? Strike #1 for D1. I ignore him and move on, I mention a few things that I have had success with in the kitchen. Then he says 'I'm sure you're a great cook but I'm probably better... haha.' Ok, you need to work on your delivery a bit. Strike #2 for D1. At this point I'm just going to ignore these comments and move on. The rest of the conversation is fine and we eventually finish out pitcher. The bill comes, 1 pitcher, total $14.25. (Reminder: HE asked ME out). He pulls out $10 and says 'I have $10...' (which I implied to mean 'what do you have to contribute - didn't YOU ask ME out??) So I top off the bill to $17. He looks at me and says 'Aren't you generous, our waitress wasn't that good and tipping her well would mean you encourage poor performance' ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? Firstly, that's a pretty average tip. Secondly, it's the difference of a couple of dollars! It's not like I was leaving a tip on a $200 tab. Strike #3 for D1.

D1 lives on my street so it is only logic that he walks me home. We get to my door and we are chatting and he says 'can I see your apartment?' So I say yes, he comes upstairs and we sit on my couch for a bit and then I tell him I have to work in the morning. so he should go.

Sorry D1, 3 strikes and you're out.
D1 was a #1 D-Bag. He was rude to me and pushy. This may for for other girls but it's not really what I'm looking for. I'd much prefer a gentleman.

D1 has since tried to contact me and... yes, it's bitchy... I have ignored him.

Date #2
This was a new experience for me - I met this guy online. I use 'Plenty of Fish' and D2 messaged me here, we wrote back a few times and he eventually asked if I wanted to get together. My weekend was pretty busy so I suggested meeting for ice cream and taking a walk in the park. As this was my first experience meeting someone online I was a bit careful - met him in a public place, mid-day, my roommate knew where I was. He had given me his cell number and we texted a bit before-hand, all very positive 'looking forward to meeting you' and 'I haven't done this either but it will be fun.' All good signs. The date was nice, pretty simple, ate ice cream, chatted, I would say successful. We hung out for just over an hour, which I think is decent for the first time you meet someone, don't be TOO ambitious. I had to leave for Hamilton anyway. So we finish our walk, he gives me a hug and says 'That was fun, maybe we can do this again' and I say 'Ya I'd like that, talk to you soon.' End of date. I head off to Hamilton feeling pretty good that I'm alive, he wasn't crazy, and I genuinely would like to see him again. Fast-forward to this morning (the date was yesterday around lunch)... I log in to POF and... his profile is deleted. Um, what does that even mean? I know this because I see his old messages in my inbox but there is no user name beside it... I click on the old message and it says 'this user has closed their account.' What does that even mean? So now I'm confused. After I left the date I figured I would message him later tonight or tomorrow morning with with something like 'I had fun, let me know if you'd like to make plans sometime.' Only now I can't do that... BUT I have his phone number. Should I call him? Should I pretend like I didn't notice? Does it even matter? It just seems a touch strange...

So that's my dating experiences so far this summer, I'll try to post more and hopefully you guys can provide me with some decent advice and I can instill some wisdom on you!

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

My Speech

"Mr. Chancellor, Members of the convocation, Family, Friends, and above all, fellow graduates of the class of 2009.

It is my pleasure to stand before you today as a fellow graduate and a member of such an inspired group of individuals.

First things first, congratulations, we’ve made it, we are through.

In preparation for this speech, it was intimidating to think I had only 2 weeks to collect my thoughts on 5 years of experiences. Such a small block compared to the 5 years we have spent here. 5 years that have brought us from calling home to ask how to use a washing machine to preparing cover letters for full time employment. 5 years of all-nighters in res to all-nighters in our 4th year study rooms. It is thrilling to consider what lies before us, yet bitter-sweet for what we are leaving behind.

I started at UW as a na├»ve 17 year old, boasting of my high-school calculus marks and eager to impress my profs. Little did I know, nothing could prepare me for the ride I was about to take. I came from a very small town where engineers were people who drove trains and the discovery channel was something your grandparents watched. Frosh week was an interesting start to my time here and to this day I still have no idea where I got lost or how I made my way back to res. Residence was a new-fangled freedom that few had experienced but also a bit scary with no one to worry about what time you got home. We were young first-years who knew nothing but had so much energy; the upper years were intimidating in a sort of ‘I sure hope I can make it that far’ kind of way. Little did we know that we would make it that far and become those mentors that we saw in our first months here, that we too would make the claims ‘I never even opened that textbook’ or ‘watch out for PDEng 45.’

It was humbling to learn that I wasn’t alone, nor was I even part of the minority in my new stresses. We were all embarking together, most of us away from home for the first time, bringing a different value, culture, background, and enthusiasm to the table. These peers became our family and the labs became our home. Together we churned out our homework, prying our eyes open and trying not to go crazy from lack of sleep. Along with managing our demanding workload, many of us found other niches to spend our little free time in. With so many opportunities on campus alone, it is no wonder we argue how exhausted we are. We made time to be dons, orientation leaders, athletes, tutors, activists, and artists, though sometimes it felt as though we couldn’t escape engineering with our conversations veering back to the glu-lam arches in our spring break hotel.

Above all, this degree has taught us the importance of critical thinking and problem solving. Tools that we can apply to everything that we do and talents that were tested in our dual learning environment of school and co-op. The combination of moving every 4 months, relocating to new cities, and starting new jobs more than most do in their lifetime ads up to a well refined library of life skills to enhance our already appealing resumes. Today, we move forward with these tools in our next pursuits of employment, grad school, and so many other paths we have chosen. And for all of this hard work and perserverance we each have our iron rings as lasting reminders of what we have accomplished, the responsibilities that have been given to us, and the opportunities before us.

Given everything we have achieved, it would be foolish not to mention those that stood behind us throughout our uphill battle. Our families, for giving their time to listen to us and sympathize with our efforts, I remember so many phone calls home describing to my mom just how much work I had and how unlikely it was that I would be sleeping tonight or ever this week. To our mentors that we found in our co-op terms and their seemingly everlasting patience and dedication to stay after work and teach us the finer details of pouring concrete. This patience was also found in our profs and TAs who gave up their own time to help prepare us for our looming exams. And finally, to our peers that we now call friends who stood with us while we came into our own, shared stories and experiences and helped to mould each other into the outstanding individuals we are today.

Fittingly, I prepared my speech in our 4th year study room, surrounded by my peers as I put off finishing our design project and ignoring the pile of lab work sitting beside me. I speak to you today, clearly having finished all of that homework. Looking back and seeing that we have truly become responsible adults, prepared to face the hefty challenges ahead of us. In these times of economic uncertainty, who better to bring our country to its best potential than a group of young engineers? We have been crafted into some of the most talented and innovative individuals. Some of us are heading to medical school, law school, teacher’s college, and an array of other critical roles in our society. Who better to re-build what has been lost than a group so well-rounded and motivated? Engineering graduates truly are some of the most employable individuals. We are willing and we are able.

Albert Einstein stated ‘I never think of the future, it comes soon enough.’ Our 5 years are up; we can finally stop thinking about it. We have arrived. To the University of Waterloo, Engineering class of 2009, I wish you success and good-luck. "

Performed June 13, 2009, University of Waterloo AM Engineering Convocation; PAC.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

On trash talk

It's the Stanley Cup Finals.

My team is up (once again) for the cup, against an admirable opponent.

Did you see that?... did you see how I didn't diss the Pens? ... how I even commended them for their progress since last year? Ya, that's sportsmanship.

I don't trash talk. Ok, that's a lie. I hardly ever trash talk. I have yelled a few obscenities at Fleury when he walks to far out of his net. They are rare and they are only during the game and they are AT Fleury and not AT a Pens fan.

Otherwise, I hate trash talk. I believe in my team, I know as much about them as I have time to learn. You might know more about them. You might know a dark secret about them. That doesn't mean you should throw it in my face. I recognize that they have faults but I still love them.

Specifically during these playoffs I have been very ircked. I've watched every game, I've seen the plays, I've heard the calls. I got it. You don't have to remind me. We lost, I know, that sucked. Does it make you feel better to rub it in my face? Please, you can boast all you want about how great your team was but allow some simple tact:

1) State facts, not random catch phrases.
'What a play by X and Y! They really caught Z off guard'
Instead of:
2) Don't remind me of failures my team suffered, I respect your team, please respect mine. Like I said, I SAW the game, I KNOW what happened.
3) Respect ME when I tell you to keep your trash talk to yourself or someone who cares to listen.

I realize that trash talk is part of any sport. I guess what I'm saying is that I don't want to hear it. Share it with whoever will listen, by all means. Don't share it with me. I'm looking for good clean, INTELLIGENT discussion about the game.

One last night, Let's gooooooooooooooo REddddddddddd WIIIIINNGSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!