Author: Angie World

I need to have a little rant on here. There is something I hate so very much and almost every single man that approaches me on this dating app does it.

Tell me about yourself.

What?

What does that even mean? You’re a complete stranger. Whatever happened to conversation? Asking questions? Why not start with something simple, favorite color, favorite beverage. What happened to simple conversation? Getting to know a person over time.

Why on earth would I have verbal diarrhea with you when I don’t know you. Some fool said tell me your hopes and dreams. Does that work? Are men getting women to go with them with that line? It’s a horrible line!

Don’t get me wrong, I love a good line, these are not good lines.

Here we go, I’ll tell you about myself, buckle up.

I love sci-fi, I love action movies, romantic comedies, comic books and history. I love Jesus, I still have a hard time grasping how much God loves us to send His son for our sins.

I love my children and grandchildren, I love my Fat Catstard and Husky, we are cohabitants. They do none of the housework, lazy creatures.

I digress, if you are one of those men saying things like tell me about yourself, stop it, it’s inane. I find it irritating and I will block you. Ok it doesn’t take much for me to block, but still, ask something specific, not a broad brush stroke.

Ok, I think I’m done.

I don’t know where to start, so much is making me scratch my head, to say I’m perplexed is an understatement.

Shay has accused me of being a dude with breasts, so be it. But I have to tell you if women are falling for some of these things then my gender is in trouble.

First off if you have on your profile that you like to give massages and touch is important I am literally gagging.

God bless the honest men out there, one said if you go to church don’t choose him. People who go to church freak him out. Ok. Next. One said give me your phone number after one sentence. Ok. Next.

One said let’s meet after exchanging a few pleasantries, he has a dog named Wookie. He’s in the running. We’ll see.

Also, it’s obvious when pictures are old. I don’t want to see you when you were in high school. That’s a picture you share when you’ve been dating awhile. See what I used to look like. Fun stuff.

The whole don’t swipe right on me if you voted for fill in the blank. I’ll swipe left on those all day long, it doesn’t matter who is in the blank. If you are basing your dating life by the voting booth I can’t even relate.

And the UT people! Why are you swiping right on me??? In two of my pictures I have OU gear in! It’s a hard pass for me. October would be a mess. I can’t even.

I’m still on there. I haven’t met anyone as of yet, still hoping for a Dean.

I know everyone has been waiting with baited breath for my next dating update. Do men even read the profiles or just look at the pictures? Because if they read my profile they would know, somewhat, who I am. But they are all not reading, perhaps they are not able to? Or if they do they are just ignoring what I’ve said, which is just as bad.

I’ve been told that I just don’t know how to talk to men so they will find me interesting. I don’t know how to be helpless, so they will feel like they can take care of me.

I don’t think I can do this, I think that woman I heard on A Sandwich and Some Lovin’ was right. If you are a woman over 50 you just need to give it up and get a cat and expect to live your life alone.

I refuse to water down who I am, I did that for way too many years. I wasn’t myself when I was married, my fault, not blaming him. I began to be someone else when in a horrible relationship, totally on me, I should have ended that years before I did.

So now, I am Angie, I am a self admitted bookworm, nerd, comic-book reading, Sci-Fi loving and purple-haired GiGi.

I would rather live alone with my Flerken and Dire Wolf than be in another relationship where I lose who I am.

Ok, so, there was one man, who is an airplane mechanic, that swiped right on me, I swiped right on him. Conversation begins, I find out he is an airplane mechanic so I say oh that’s really cool, my oldest brother was an airplane mechanic. He then unmatches with me, to be honest I would have unmatched with him. The conversation was stilted and he wasn’t into the things I am into, it would have been another disaster.

But a friend said that he did that because I compared him to another man. Ok I am going to need a man to explain this to me, was that the case, or was he just a jackass?

I don’t think I can do this, I am not anyones type, seriously, is there a man out there who wants to talk superheroes, mythology, the Bible, Shakespeare, Whedon and travel?

I know I’m weird, I am not going to change, I refuse to be something I am not. So here I sit, a wolf at my feet, a Flerken plotting my demise and I am wonderfully happy.

I’ll keep the dating app, as I promised Shay she could man shop for me on Sunday.

Any thoughts, comments, criticisms or tips please feel free to say it here or email me at angie@angieworld.com.

Ok, so, I had the most unsettling dream that I have ever had night before last.

I was in a really ugly, cheap apartment, I was in the living room and it was super bright. Blindingly bright, with an ugly couch and broken blinds. I lived there in my dream, I don’t know why.

I decided I needed to take the trash out so I put on this absurdly ugly coat. It was black and puffy and made out of plastic. Something I would never wear.

I grab the trash and open the front door to utter darkness. A stark contract to the bright interior of the ugly apartment. I walk out and see a figure standing to the side, I can’t see the face, it is completely dark and without features. It was like looking into a void.

This being grabs me from behind, pinning my arms down and begins squeezing me. I can’t breathe and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I’m trying to scream and can’t. I was thinking just go limp, then I forced myself to wake up.

Last night I didn’t want to sleep because I didn’t want to dream. Thankfully I didn’t wake screaming. I’ve been known to do that.

If anyone out there can interpret that dream I’d be happy to learn the meaning. Our dreams are our subconscious trying to tell us something. I wish I knew what this one meant.

No new dating updates, I’ve blocked a lot, it’s really me, not true, some of it is them.

If you have any thoughts, comments or interpretations of my dream you can reach me here or at angie@angieworld.com

I’ve been thinking a lot about my cousin Pat these past few days. There’s one story I’d like to share, I think it will tell you a lot about him and me.

When I was about 6 Pat and I were at our grandparents house, it was a rare day as we were the only cousins there. Typically the house was overrun with cousins.

Grandma and grandpa told us they were going to town and Pat was going to watch the baby, which was me. He was having none of this. He wanted to go to the movies. Grandma told him he was going to do it and that was that.

As soon as the car was down the road Pat grabbed my hand and said let’s go I’m not missing this movie because I have to watch you.

So off we went, we actually took the bus, Pat was only 12 or 13 T this time. We get to the theater and I think Pat realized what he did. He looked at me and said you can’t tell grandma. Everyone was scared of her, except me, I didn’t have enough sense to be scared of her. I remember grinning at him and he said what’s it going to take. Without missing a beat I said popcorn, milk duds and pop.

He bought all of that, I’m pretty sure it took all of his money. I very happily sat there munching my bribery snacks watching my first ever James Bond movie.

To this day whenever I hear Live and Let Die I smile and think about my favorite boy cousin.

There are some things easy to articulate and some that are not. This is one of those times I find myself wordless.

My favorite boy cousin has been fighting a battle for a while. Yesterday his body couldn’t fight anymore and his soul went home.

Every great early childhood memory I have includes him. From the moment my grandparents brought me home he was my protector. The only one allowed to call me Angel. He was funny, sweet and tough as nails, as the men in my family are wont to be.

He is my cousin on my birth mothers side. The cousins I missed so much time with, the ones I’ve only been reunited with for what seems like a short time.

I need them to stop dying, seriously, I can’t do much more of this.

So Pat, until I see you again, I love you, I hope you are having a great reunion with your mom, dad and sister.

Today is the day we celebrate our risen Lord, Jesus Christ, He not only died on the cross, He rose from the dead.

When God, in human form raised from the dead.

He triumphed over injustice

He overcame death.

He in a blazing glory showed himself as the Messiah.

He lived, so we can have eternal life.

The savior of the world.

I wish I had thought of these words in this order, however, I did not, I saw them on twitter and they are so apt. Charlie Kirk posted them, I don’t know him, but I loved how he worded it.

This day is the most important day in Christian ideology, it is what we believe, it is why we believe the way we do, it is why we stay steadfast.

I am unashamedly a Christian, that is the first and foremost of my identity.

My favorite verses in the Bible are:

1 Corinthians 13:11-13 

11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. 12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

I try and keep these commandments in the forefront of my mind, I don’t always succeed, but thankfully when God sees me He sees Christ in me.

I have no doubt where I will go when this part of my being is over.

Happy Easter, Resurrection Day, may you all go in faith, hope and love, giving love the biggest part of your soul.

So, BBFF sent me the blurb that I am to use in dating profile. I am going to add one thing, I’ll share it the way he sent it then with my addition:

“Highly personable pop culture nerd looking for a partner who not only can tell the difference between Shakespeare and Whedon, but enjoys having intelligent discussions on both. Must love flerkens. “

With my addition:

“Highly personable pop culture nerd looking for a partner who not only can tell the difference between Shakespeare and Whedon, but enjoys having intelligent discussions on both. Must love flerkens and dire wolves. “

Now for Shay to choose the pictures, then I shall take this step of putting myself out there. What a phrase, putting myself out there, what does that even mean. I literally go out into the world every day, well, ok, I go to work, maybe Target, Costco or Whole Foods, then sequester myself with a Flerken and a Dire Wolf. It’s a good life, a calm, serene life, seriously what man in his right mind wants to take on a Cordelia/Margo channelling nerd?

Speaking of Cordelia and Margo, I almost passed out watching the season ender of the Magicians. I am not going to spoil it in case there are people that have not watched it reading this.

But seriously, Margo is hands down the best written character since Cordelia Chase made her appearance. I find myself channelling Margo more and more and in my line of work that is not a good thing. If people could see the things in my mind that I want to say to them they would slap the living daylights out of me. Good thing they are on the phone and most of the time in a different state. Oh how I long for the days where I spoke to people who perform the same job functions as I. I used to work in a department where I only spoke to people in different companies that did the same job as I. There was one time a woman kept calling me, 5 times in a row with different questions, I very literally could not get any work done, on the 6th call I picked up the phone and said no habla Inglise. She burst out laughing and said I’ll stop for today, I said thank you and hung up. I miss those days, I don’t think I really appreciated them while they were happening.

Not that I don’t appreciate the job I have now, I do, I just become extra happy when a real IT person calls in, not the wannabe ones, but the real ones. I get to up my techno speak exponentially, it is glorious.

Picking up Tess today, it is our traditional spend the night and spend Good Friday together. I am just sad that Endgame is not out this weekend. Alas we will have to find other ways to entertain ourselves. Always an interesting time when Tess comes to visit. I do know a trip to the mall will be in there, as I need to get a birthday present for Maddox. One of the newer additions to our family, I do love shopping for little boys again.

Well that is all for now, will update you as soon as the dating profile goes live. Wish me luck would love to meet someone who possesses Dean Cain like qualities.

As usual any comments, questions or criticisms can be left here or sent to me at angie@angieworld.com.