I thought it would be rather amusing to talk about the oldest and the youngest guys that I have dated in the past….well, the ones that I actually called boyfriends.  This brings me back to the time when I lived overseas in Taipei, Taiwan.  I was working for my father at a night club when this guy came in with his friend.  They looked older than me…I was 24 at the time and I was really bad at guessing peoples ages anyway.  He came back another day to see me and was in a suit this time.  He looked handsome and if you know my type I like the baby face so he wasn’t really my typical type.  Anyway, he asked me to go out to dinner with him one night and I did…he never told me his age and finally one night at another dinner he handed me his ID.  At first, I was glad that he can be honest with me and really I thought he would be at the most early 30’s….but then when I saw it…I counted and counted…OMG he is 37!!!!!  haha…13 years older than me.  At that time dating someone 10+ years older was a big deal because I don’t think my maturity level was even close to his plus he was a local and we had different values.  My friends called him “Uncle” and some of my girlfriends were really upset about it because they felt that this old dude was taking advantage of sweet innocent me!  haha  Well, the weird thing is that he has not been intimate with anyone if you know what I mean and he cried…ok enough said, I am getting grossed out!  I remember I made a joke about how in our 20’s, our skin is much tighter (I am talking about hands/arms…get your dirty mind out of the gutter) and you can definitely tell the difference between mid 20’s and late 30’s…But now that I am 31 it seems to be ok to be dating guys that are 10+ years…I think it’s also because we want guys that are already mature (hopefully) and know what they want in life.  Then you just fit right in there…

Well, the youngest boyfriend I had was only 4 years younger than me.  I met him at the blackjack table at Monte Carlo when I was 25.  I had this Shiao Ding Dong (this Japanese cartoon character) plastic toy on the table as my good luck charm and that was the conversation starter between him and I.  At that time I was still living in Cali and he lived only 20 minutes away from my house.  My friends ended up giving him the nick name of Shiao Ding Dong…haha     He was actually quite mature for his age but things just didn’t work out.  He told me that after we broke up…the things that I asked him to do, such as opening car doors…etc. he does it for his current gf now and she appreciates it so much.  Good thing I trained him for her?  I know most women DO NOT want to be the one that trains but then again, they may meet someone that was trained prior by another woman.  It’s all karma right?  Anyway, we remained friends and actually met up earlier this year when he visited Vegas.  He is now working for LAPD and his skin still looks fantastic!  Most of my girlfriends that met him thought he had the best skin and was just flawless.  I guess that’s what happens when they are babies!   

I honestly don’t think age matters.  Everyone matures at different levels depending on their upbringing, career paths, goals in life and who they surround themselves with.   I remember my mom told me it’s always better to date someone about 4 years older than you.  I am very independent but I do like to be pampered and taken care of once in a while…and I do think that the older ones would probably do that more than the younger ones.  Any thoughts?

Maybe I should have another blog titled cynical in sin city.  I love that my friends are romantic and hopeful.  I hate when my friends are beaten down but the thing is I tend to deal with my many issues in bitter sarcasm.  Truthfully I am okay with that.  Even if I am in serious despair, it actually makes me feel better when my friends start cracking up at my ranting.  I think it’s because when it comes to relationships I truly believe that it is mainly about timing.  I have just seen men become different people when they meet that special someone.  That one that makes it suddenly seem that all of those things that those girls asked of them before are not so unrealistic and are now perfectly logical and sane.  And I do think much of that comes down to timing. . .

See, in reading the other post, what I’ve realized is that when it comes to relationships I am not perfectly sane.  I can name situations in which I wanted all of those things.  I can also name situations where I had all of those things and I felt smothered and annoyed.  Sometimes I have even teetered back and forth within the same relationship.  Go figure.  Yes, I realize that the problem is me.  So where is my perfect guy?  Where is the one that not only loves me despite my insanity but loves me for my insanity?

Deep down I think, like all women, even though I try so hard not to be most women, that I just want to feel special.  Its not that I don’t want those things – its just that if I feel the guy does those things for all women, what’s the point?  It’s actually completely logical when you think about it. . .

Maybe not so cynical. . . maybe just insanely logical in sin city. . .

hmmm…when they call you to just say hi.  when they call you to ask you how your day was.  when they text you to wish you are having a good day.  when they want to take you out to eat.  when they say good bye to you and ask when they will see you again.  when they sneak a note in your wallet.  when they think about the things you like to do and want to do them with you.  when they plan ahead.  when they still find time out of their busy schedule to make you smile.  when they kiss you on the forehead.  when they hold you when it’s cold.  when they have a big smile on their face the minute they see you.  when they care.  when they think you are pretty when George is on your face.  when they cook for you.  when they give you a massage without asking for one back.  when they hold your hand.  when they tell you a bed time story.  when they kiss you while you are in bed even though you have morning breath.  when they want to meet your parents.  when they want to meet your friends.  when they care what your friends say about them.  when you plan futures together.  when they go with you to watch scary movies even though they hate it.  when they talk to you on the phone until you fall asleep.  when they share with you their dreams.  when they are happy to see you succeed.  when they support you 100% in everything you do.  when they hug you to calm you down.  when they what makes you smile.  when they come up with the cheeziest thing to say to make you laugh.   when they would rather be with you instead of going out with the boys for drinks.  when they notice you cut your hair.  when they surprise you with flowers.  when they send you a snail mail.  when they love you unconditionally. 

I dedicate this to one of my friends from college…she just recently got engaged and I am so happy for her.  She reminded me there is still hope.  She went through a lot when her ex broke up with her suddenly but we decided that, that was a blessing in disguise.  She told me that she knew he was the one because he loved her unconditionally.  Loved her no matter what she did and would rather stay home to hang out with her than going out partying.  (sometimes you would think the person that you want to spend the rest of your life with would know the right things to do…) 

I am a hopeless romantic still and I can’t wait for that fuzzy feeling to come again.  Until then…

ok, I guess I am on a roll to blog so I will just share with you about my online dating experiences…yes, I have tried a lot of them!!!  I have to say I never took them serious and should probably have read people’s profile a little bit more.  Anyway, I have actually made a few good friends from online sites but never had much luck dating…I have always felt that the quality of the people in Vegas just can’t compare to LA or NY but I gave it a shot and tried match in Vegas…

I can’t really remember who was my first date on Match but one horrible experience I had was this guy that cried when I told him that I just wasn’t interested anymore.  He came back to my house I think twice that night (like at 3am or so…) and kept saying that no one will ever treat me the way he has…etc.  He was a bit emotional and just not my type.  My friends told me afterwards that I must have been desperate or something because I deserve more and he was not even close to the level of guys that I should be dating.  I think that was last summer and I am glad SUMMER is over! 

I met this guy from eharmony a while back and the sad thing is that I didn’t really read his profile all that much because I had no idea he had a kid until the night before I was going to meet him.  Not to say that I don’t love kids…actually I LOVE kids!  They are super cute but I don’t think I can date someone with a kid already because that is a lot of baggage and I really don’t want to be an instant mom (kind of like the instant pets you can have when you buy sea monkey packages).  And even though eharmony matches you up better than other sites, I didn’t find this guy even close to my type…

I remember dating this Korean guy on click2asia and I wore one of my favorite jackets- it was a Triple Five Soul jacket that was reversible and I think it was about $200 or so…anyway, after our date, I really didn’t see us having anything in common so I just told him that we should just be friends…I remember he tried to kiss me and I pushed him away.  Well, stupid me, I left my jacket in his car and that was the last time I saw it…I should have pretended to want to go out with him again just to get my jacket back.  He later told me he would send it to me but he never did.  I was in his area one time (I think he lived in the valley) so I told him I can come by to pick it up but then he rudely said he lost it or something like his mom had donate it…lesson learned!  Never leave anything behind and if you do, make sure you pretend to want to see them again to get it back before you nicely tell them good bye! 

Actually on both American Singles and Myspace, I have met a few really good friends on there…so good things do come out of these internet sites!  Recently another one of our single friends said that she is using eharmony and thinks the guys she has met on them are pretty good…maybe I need to go back to online dating again…

Honestly, I wish there were other options of meeting quality people than from websites but since Vegas is such as touristy town, where can you meet quality local people?  That has been a mystery so far so if you know the answer, please comment! 

Meeting tourists from all over is fun and interesting but they are in Vegas for a good time and as you know “what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas” so how can you take the people you meet in this city seriously?  Like I said, I originally moved here for a guy so for the first year living here, I never had to worry about dating…but I truly believe that it may still happen when you aren’t looking or when you are least expecting it to happen…but then again, for all those people that do meet online, they ARE looking and ARE lucky enough they can find it!

when my roommate is drunk, she is pretty funny….as for me, I am not as funny…so here I go…

so I guess I have never danced with a chubby guy until last weekend…I was sitting on our couch watching Nancy Grace when my hyper roomie came back asking me to get off my butt to go out.  I admit, I wasn’t exactly feeling too hot since I was still a bit sad after splitting up with my bf for the 3rd time.  It wasn’t so much that I was sad about ending our relationship but more that I feel like I have lost a best friend.   Anyway, after getting all cute and dressed up to go out, we stopped by Blue Martini prior to going to her favorite spot- Center Bar at the Hard Rock Hotel…then of course I get bored from drinking so I begged her while she is in her drunken state to go with me to Body English.  As we are walking down the stairs towads the dance floor, I see my ex (I noticed one of his shirts)…anyway, such a small world.  Really?  Out of all the clubs, bars, lounges you can go to…Really?  So while we were by the bar, this guy asks me to dance while she is drinking so I said ok and started dancing.  But what I noticed while we were dancing was that he kept wanting to dance closer but all I can feel is his tummy pushing me away…after a few more minutes of dancing with his stomach, I decided that I wasn’t in the mood anymore.  I think that was the last funny thing I said which was almost a week ago. 

well, from what I remember from a long time ago…I have always said to my friends that I had a “pop belly” and it wasn’t until I was on msn with a friend of mine that he finally corrected me and said, “did you mean pot belly?”  WOW!  I have been saying pop belly the entire time until my late 20’s…that’s kind of sad.  I am not sure if you know what a “fob” is…but I guess that’s me. 

ok those 2 thoughts are totally random and not sure if you find them funny but I hope it was a little bit entertaining.

that’s all I have to say…  sigh…  well, since my lovely friend and roommate started this, I should start writing too.  I may not be able to use big SAT words like she can since I am full Asian and was born and raised in Taipei, Taiwan.  Just like her, I find myself in this Sin City for now 2 1/2 years and single!  What’s funny is that I originally moved here for a guy and everytime someone asks me:  Why did you move here from LA?  Well, I moved here originally for a bf and have decided to stay here to hopefully open a restaurant by June of ‘09.   Ok, have to continue this later and watch some TV on Obama/McCain.

Las Vegas is one of those really strange cities.  A very large city that is a very small town.  A place where you may not know your neighbors but on any night out you have a very high probability of running into someone you know.  There is no six degrees of separation here.  It’s more like one.  Therefore, it’s one of those things where you wonder how much information to divulge, but over time, you will figure out, that this is a very diverse group of gals posting on here, or at least, their stories that are being made into sarcastic fodder for your enjoyment.  So sometimes, certain details and descriptions have to be let out of the bag, because the descriptions make them that much more enjoyable.

To begin, if you are one of those that has never had a weight issue or cannot relate to ever having a weight issue- real or imagined, read no further, because the sheer irony of my evening will be completely lost.  But, please feel free to leave your name if you live in the Vegas area, because, as I said, it is a very small town, so chances are I will have the pleasure of spilling a drink on you one day, whether we have the pleasure of being currently acquainted or not.

So I will start off by saying, for those for you that know who is behind this particular blog entry, that while I realize I am not fat as in the clinical sense; if you do know me you also have either met or have heard stories about my mother -  the tiny little Asian woman that freaks out when she hits 100 pounds and who also freaks anytime I reach a size 6.  You know, the same woman that constantly refers to the fact that I am now over 30, divorced and therefore have to keep myself attractive.  And in this last act of diet desperation- which I fully admit came before a nutrition overhaul and going to the gym, I did something a bit extreme.  If you define extreme as expensive.   To each person’s desperation, their own, because  I fully admit that when I say last act of desperation, I mean after sitting on my ass and whining about the extra weight . . . while eating takeout. . . and watching a movie. . .

So I broke down and went to one of those clinics.  One of those semi-shady ones where they are real doctors and everything but they still prescribe the goods even if you are not clinically obese.  It is expensive.  I will not lie.  So far I’ve spent about $380.  I’ve lost about 8 pounds and I’ve been on for 4 weeks – so here’s to hoping!   Soon I have to pay for another exam plus I will need one more refill on the prescriptions.  So let’s move on to what got me so upset this fine evening in Vegas.

This evening after work, I needed to stop by the grocery store, because, well, I was pretty much out of everything except red wine.  I had a birthday last month, and this tells me 2 things- my friends are very good to me and they are smart enough to get me things they know I won’t return.  Suffice to say, I am good on wine for another week or so.  And even if not, I mean, read the freaking name of the blog- SINGLE IN SIN CITY.  If the heart benefits aren’t reason enough, the fact that I just spent $400 on diet treatments and the statement about my mother should tell you enough about my mental health to justify.

Anyway, I go to the store and I am buying all the great healthy stuff like I am suppose to- you know, like water and protein bars – because I don’t cook and it’s easier to buy the stuff pre-packaged.  I swear when I die they won’t even have to embalm me I am so full of preservatives and artificial sweetener.  Then I go to the register and they ring me up.

$101.76!!!!!!

I mean, are you freaking kidding me?  Why the hell am I spending $400 on diet treatments and still spending over $100 on groceries.  It’s not like I even bought that many groceries.  Truthfully, it’s not even like I get to eat that much on this damn diet.  And really- nothing that tastes that good.  I mean seriously!

Plus, with the weight loss and reduced calories, my weekend nights are not nearly the excuse for a get drunk and do something fun (i.e. stupid) as it use to be.  I mean now its all, vodka drink, water, vodka drink, water.  And I still feel like hell the next day.  I’m having to put myself on a 3 drink maximum and that’s on a 4 hour night out that includes dancing!  I mean come on- no half-Asian can truly even step on the dance floor with any type of pretend confidence or coordination with 2 vodkas and 2 waters.  The only dance I’m going to be doing this weekend is the pee-pee dance in line for the bathroom.

Which brings me to the only logical conclusion I can- after 8 pounds, 4 weeks and $500,  I was much happier with my $2.00 taco bell, $2.00 bud light and extra pounds.  I may not fit into those damn jeans I love, but who the hell cares.  For $500 I can buy a new pair of jeans and pay someone to tell me I look good in them.  Too bad it’s all pre-paid.  Damn smart, shady, diet doctors.  Wonder if any of them are single. . .

I did buy bananas.  That’s the highlight of Monday, single in sin city. . .

Okay, so my friend and I keep talking about this blog we are going to do about all of our experiences here in Las Vegas.  Being single in this city is not the easiest.  I should know.  This will be the third city I find myself single in, although moving from my twenties to my thirties changes things just as much as moving across the country.  Eventually, we will get this into a video format hopefully to catch some of the funny, bitter, sarcastic, humorous and hopeful banter 2 single 30 somethings have in a city full of twenty somethings, drunk tourists and silicone.  ‘Till then, let’s keep this as anonymous as possible so that we can be as honest as possible and you can have a good laugh.