I'm the biggest catch of them all

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Since losing weight, working on my fitness, and generally just working on being healthier; a crazy thing has happened. I've become more confident. Obviously I still have self doubts, and I'm not 100% confident yet - but I'm getting there. I had a discussion with my roommate, Amanda, last night about this - we both agreed that the difference in my personality, from six months ago to now, is crazy! With this new-found confidence, I have been putting myself out there more and more: in friendships, at work, and dating.

Which brings me to the point of today's post...

First dates can be awkward.

Obviously, it all depends on the people... don't get me wrong - dating is fun, but the first date or two with someone new can be extremely awkward, or maybe that's just me. I digress.

I've decided to make this list, because I clearly have no shame at this point. So today, I'm going to give you:
A few reasons that you shouldn't feel bad about your awkward first dates.

Disclaimer: I still had a nice time with this guy, and saw him a few times... but these are just examples on how to do a first date wrong.

I'm more clumsy than you..
Obviously this one shouldn't be a surprise to anyone who has been around my blog for a hot minute. I tripped, and almost wiped out, within 5 minutes of meeting him. Throughout the course of the date, I tripped three times. Yep. That happened.

I ask inappropriate questions..
This one is going to offend my mom for sure (and any other family member who reads this).
I may, or may not, have asked him if he watched porn. I don't honestly remember how this came up, but we both laughed really hard. I'll spare you his answer to this inappropriate question.

I can cause physical harm..
Accidentally, of course. When he went in for a kiss, I completely smashed my forehead into his forehead, and somehow injured my nose in the process. I'm a woman of many talents.

I introduce him to my 'family'..
This one was a complete accident. He ended up walking me home and my landlord (and family) were all outside, and Amanda was home. So he quickly met everyone. I'm not a fan of overwhelming people on the first date, so this isn't something that I suggest. He was really nice about it though.

I'm a slight 'over-sharer'..
To be fair, I only 'over-shared' when I was asked questions. I should have shut up, and in my head I can hear myself saying 'Shut up, Faith' but I still keep talking. I won't go into details on this, but I promise that it was too far. If you really want to know.. ask. I'll probably tell you.

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Feel free to use this list to make you feel better about yourself next time you have a rough date, or if you feel like you did something stupid/awkward. I did at least 5 awkward/stupid things, and this is just with one guy.

A Weekend Full of Selfies

Happy Monday!
(Said no-one, ever.)

I had a fabulous weekend full of good friends, delicious (cheat) food, working out and relaxation. I'm pretty sure that this is what every weekend should consist of. Yep. Also, I've realized that I take far too many selfies and I should probably cut back. Oops. I'll work on this.
Anyway, here's a glance at what my weekend looked like:

One. Moi. My best friend across the country wanted to see my outfit, and I like making ridiculous faces.
Two. Pretty sunset.
Three. Quick workout on Friday night.
Four. Saturday afternoon with Jennie.
Five. 2am run on Friday night/Saturday morning.
Six. I love this kid.
Seven. Sunday night workout.
Eight. Lazy Sunday afternoon laying in the park. I don't mind this view at all.
Nine. In case you hadn't seen enough pictures of me yet.

FOXTROT - ALPHA - INDIA - TANGO - HOTEL

FAITH

As I'm sure you are all aware by now, my name is Faith. It's an easy name to read, any easy name to spell, but apparently it's the hardest name to understand. I love my name. I honestly think that my parents gave me a beautiful name and I wouldn't change it (I know that might sound narcissistic). However, there have definitely been a few hiccups... Let me elaborate.

Part of my job, every day, is to answer phones. 90% of the time the calls are easy, or at least manageable. The other 10% of the time I get to handle completely outrageous people. Yesterday I got to experience one of these delightful individuals. Long story short: he was a jackass. (Sorry for cursing, mom).


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No ifs, ands, or buts about it. He was a complete jerk. During this conversation, he insisted on getting my name so that he could use it to complain if his issue wasn't resolved in a timely fashion. This is where the whole name thing comes into play. This is actually how the conversation went, and all of my colleagues in my department can vouch for this.

Jerk: what's your name?
Me: Faith. F-A-I-T-H
Jerk: what?
Me: Faith.
Jerk: I cannot hear you.
Me: FAITH. F-A-I-T-H. FAIIIITH.
Jerk: I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE SAYING!! Saice? S-A-I...?
Me: No. Faith. F as in foxtrot. A as in alpha..
*Jerk cuts me off* IM SO ANGRY THAT I CAN'T HEAR YOU OR UNDERSTAND YOU. SPELL YOUR NAME AGAIN!
Me: *deep breath* F as in foxtrot, or Frank. F, NOT S. F-A-I-T-H.
Jerk: F-A-I-C-E?
Me: Sir, that's close enough.


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Was that conversation hard to read and ridiculously frustrating? Imagine HAVING that conversation, or being one of my unfortunate colleagues who has to listen to these types of conversations, on the regular.

For some reason, people just do NOT understand the name Faith. Period.
It's really weird to me, actually. It seems like a 'normal' name to me, but I go through this all. the. time. People literally just don't understand my name over the phone. These are some of the random names that I've been called (not kidding): Faye, Faife, Keith (apparently I sound like a man), Stacy, Kaitlyn, Saith, and Face.

Annnnnd I'm done rambling.

Why I Don't Go Clubbing

I'm not going to lie to you, I can party.
I don't 'go hard' anymore, you know... because I'm trying to lose weight and trying to be responsible.
But, in my day (ha, I say this like I'm old), I have been known to be able to party hard. There may or may not have been one night where I consumed 28 shots. I'm pretty sure that Stephanie is the only one who would appreciate (or be proud of me for) that feat. I digress...


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I seriously love dancing. Love it. But ONLY when I'm alone. I'm a horrible, horrible, horrible dancer and I know it.
I can't handle dancing in front of other people (I'm pretty sure I just devastated Helene by saying this. Homegirl can DANCE). I can honestly tell you that I've only danced in front of other people maybe a dozen or two dozen times, max. I just don't do it. If I'm going to go out for a night of drinking with my friends, it's not at a club. I'd prefer a bar or pub where I can have a chill night with friends. That's just my style.

Warning: This post will be GIF-Heavy, and not safe for dial-up users.
p.s. If you're still using dial-up, I'm silently judging you...

On rare occasions, when I do go clubbing, this is how all of the other girls are dancing:


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Once I've had a few too many drinks, I finally decide to make my way to the dancefloor:


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This how the super drunk girls are trying to get the guys attention:


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This is how I try to get the guys attention:


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The hot girls in the middle of the dance floor... The ones that all the guys are looking at:


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I'm dancing in the corner, hoping that nobody is looking at me:


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Some girls dance on the bar:


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I can't even dance walk in heels:


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Some girls twerk on the dancefloor:


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This is how I twerk it:


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Lets face it, even the guys can dance better than me:


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I wish that I could tell you that some of this post was an exaggeration, but it's not. So, friends and blog readers, please for goodness sake - DO NOT INVITE ME TO GO DANCING. I will need far too much alcohol and I will embarrass you and probably myself in the entire process. Just don't.

I'll leave you with this pretty little visual for you all. When I'm having dance parties, alone, this is what I think that I look like:


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In reality, I'm pretty sure that this is what I look like. Actually, I possibly look worse than this:


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Canadian Shenanigans

I'm late to the party today, but Happy Canada Day everyone!
I steered clear of the interwebz for the weekend because I was off playing and partaking in some fun shenanigans.



None of this weekends activities are part of my 'healthy lifestyle', and I definitely had 3 or 4 (alcoholic) drinks and a few cheat meals. But, I'm not going to be hard on myself about it and I just have to get back into the swing of things now.
Also, let me just start by saying that I'd like every weekend to be a 3-day weekend. They're so much more fun than 2-day weekends. Someone work on changing this ASAP. kthx.





Some Highlights from the weekend:

Road trip to Seattle.
Experiencing (a bit) of Seattle pride.
Chilling out max, and relaxing all cool.
Cheat meals. Glorious, glorious cheat meals.
Spending quality time with my friends, and some of my most favorite people.
Canada Day shenanigans.

p.s. I'm probably going to be lame and not post tomorrow (Tuesday). But I'll be back for Hump Day, I promise!