This morning, we’re packing up the car and driving to Austin for a much-needed weekend away. The primary purpose of our trip is the wedding (the very one I was sure I needed a cool weather outfit for and here it is, middle of November, and eighty-three degrees. Oh, Texas. You varmint) but spending some time being silly with Stephanie and Phil by no means comes in second on the list of highlights for the next two days. I just hope we don’t play Upwords this time. Because, it’s not Scrabble, dammit, and Stephanie makes me look like an illiterate, drooling half-wit.
The Dork Lord hasn’t met any of my New York friends before. Not that they’re so very different from my Dallas friends, but I’m pretty sure that a weekend of air kisses and “lovey!” and “remember that night we double fisted champagne and I fell in a snowbank/had to have the cabbie count my money/got lost in my own apartment” stories will make him wonder just who he sleeps next to at night. The woman he knows has two cocktails and is ready for bed. Yeah, his girl likes to party all the time, party all the time.
And on that note, my most sincere apologies to Butterfly for the apparently vomit-inducing displays of domestic contentment lately. If this weren’t a family friendly site, I’d tell you what you could do, and how it would involve certain sunless areas of the anatomy. But as it is, I’ll just say, I’m sorry you’re so unhappy and I sure do hope your tummy feels better.
Who knew crock pots were so offensive?
For every cup of joy, there will always be some poor soul who seeks to pee in it – just because. Have a WONDERFUL weekend and a great time catching up with old friends, Fish!!
“If this becomes a nun bar, I’m outta here.”
Butterflies apparently gets off on angst and dislikes happiness. Poor thing, no wonder she’s nauseated–she wants to feel bad. Having followed you for a few years now, Heather, I have to say that your happiness is well-deserved, well-earned, and, well, lovely. Good for you. Enjoy your wonderful weekend away and your crockpot and your South Pacific tickets…the more you put love out into the world, the more love comes back to you…
Nicely done. I actually enjoy your “couple” stories. Reading about getting lost in your own apartment would be entertaining, true, but then of all the unhappiness out there to hear and read about , I always enjoy knowing I can come here and read something heartfelt and true and classy. Happy weekending, Fish!
Crock Pots are the bestest things ever, it’s like having a cook at home during the day – you come home and dinners ready.
Last time I checked, there wasn’t a fee to read your blog, so you owe people NOTHING! This is your website/blog so you can write about whatever you want! There are some of your readers who are in happy healthy relationships and enjoy hearing about your happy healthy relationships. There are some of us who are so excited for you and the boy that we keep coming back for more!!
So I say if you dont like what your reading then dont read it – but do the rest of us a favor and keep your negative, bitter comments to yourself!
Have a great weekend Fish
My only objection to your recent blog entries is with this one, and the inducement of a wicked ear worm. Oh, Eddie Murphy….
Butterflies was a little out of line- a little mean, I think. But, folks, I don’t think that berating her as someone who enjoys angst, etc. is very nice, either.
Many of us began reading This Fish for your sassy and honest way of being a single gal, Heather: sometimes fabulous, sometimes heartwrenching. We depended on you to give us the boost up we needed when singlehood was getting us down.
Fair or not (definitely not fair, I’ll admit), it’s sometimes hard to read you moving on and having other trials and tribulations: those of couplehood. Trials and tribulations some of us really, really wish we were having. But we’re not, ’cause we’re still living where you were just a year or so ago: Singlesville.
And while I am deliriously happy for you and continue to read avidly because of your humor (and your sharp and happening writing voice! And your unabashed lust over Magnum PI!), sometimes it hurts that I have to find another source of buoying myself up on days when it’s really tough to be single.
Maybe, just maybe, that’s what cause Butterflies to say something mean- not because she’s a nasty person with a serious side of schadenfreude;just because she, like me and maybe a couple of other readers feels a little pang when we read sometimes.
Now everyone make nice and mind your manners.
Here’s to you and your man having an amazing weekend!
Enjoy!
Just because people are upset that Fish is in a happy place and they may or may not be, does NOT give them the right to be mean spirited. If your unhappy because Fish is in a loving relationship and it pains you to read about, stop reading. Easy enough
Just click on Butterflies’ link. Obviously the last post where she declares “Men=trouble” says it all.
Cheers to you and your happiness, Fish. I love reading the whole journey.
bless my nerdy heart, I LOVE crockpots & Upwords! (just not as a scrabble replacement)
have a great weekend
Hey all,
It’s me again. It seems I’ve made everyone mad, and I’m sorry.
Delirium (above) did a nice job of explaining why I may have said what I did – she’s right, it’s a little tough to read about your adventures in the couple life while I remain single. But regardless, what I said wasn’t appropriate.
To be honest, I didn’t mean for that comment to be mean or hurtful; I meant it to be kind of funny and reach out to your still-single readers.
Anyway, for the record, I am very happy for you. I’m sorry again for being out of line.
Yeah, I gotta say, I’m in agreement with Delirium. Some days your blustery lovey-dovey posts are a little gag-inducing. But if you put yourself out there, you gotta accept that people will do things like gag. Your reaction to Butterfly was a bit over the top, and definitely had a holier-than-thou tone, which I sadly agree seems to be reflected in some of your ain’t-my-boyfriend-the-greatest posts as of late. Kinda like a girl who got a new set of big tits and instead of acting classy about it, she just wears really tight shirts that make everyone uncomfortable.
My two cents…
Thank you, you almost made me spit Coke on my keyboard from laughing.
Whenever we get together with certain old friends of mine, my boyfriend often gets this look on his face like “who WAS this girlfriend of mine in her 20′s?” I’m never sure if he’s sad or happy he wasn’t there.
Hey, Butterflies. How gracious of you. I, too, read it wrong and thought that you were being a little mean-spirited. Now I understand that it was meant humorously. Why, oh why isn’t there a font to denote being facetious??
It always amazes me how quickly people in the blogopshere (and in real life, too, for that matter) turn on each other and get really nasty. In an environment where we have the opportunity breathe before hitting “publish”, as opposed to just flying off the handle under pressure in real life, I keep hoping that people will be more understanding: you know, our better selves. The one that remembers birthdays and anniversaries. The one that sees both sides of the story (or all three or four sides). The one that replies with the witty quip that you always think of *after* you get in the car and leave the party.
I tried to be clear in my post that I love reading This Fish. But it hurts a little sometimes, too. You must be a much bigger person than me if you can look at someone who has what you want, JustMe, and not feel a little bittersweet pang, even though you are very, very happy for the person who is happy. It’s just that you’d also like to be happy for yourself, too. But it doesn’t mean I want to subtract from Heather’s joy- or stop reading! Also, for the record, I never said it was okay for anyone to make a mean comment about Heather’s happiness with crockpots and The Dork Lord; but I do think it is worth looking at why people do things.
Breathe, people.
Don’t ever, for a second, feel guilty for finding happiness. (And don’t think we don’t enjoy reading about your journey from Singleton to Plus-One.)
I, personally, would like to hear you tell an hypothetical someone what she could do, and how it would involve certain sunless areas of the anatomy.
As a still single reader of this blog, I can say without hesitation that I do not find the South Pacific tickets or crock pot vomit inducing.
Why? Because it gives me hope that someday my own personal Dork Lord will find me and do ridiculously sweet and thoughtful things like the Dork Lord does for Heather.
And that we will enjoy a crock pot for two. AND matching jogging suits. Hey, you only live once people.
Congrats Heather- enjoy your weekend! You deserve it!
I don’t freakin’ get it… If people do not like the posts, why don’t they move on to something they do like, maybe a different post, or maybe another blog. What is the point of voicing an opinion? I presume Heather posts for herself, first and foremost, and if people enjoy it, great. If they do not, then move along. What is with the analysis? People change and so do their lives, what kind of readers expect sameness and equate that with quality?
Oh- in all the comment drama that has ensued, I totally forgot to ask, Heather, what is the “South Pacific” equivalent of you for The Dork Lord? Any plans in the works to reciprocate after this incredible feat of boyfriend-dom?
(And yeah, I got a little teary over your description of card + tickets. He did a good, good thing.)
I’ve been lurking on your blog for awhile and wanted to say that I think it’s wonderful that you found someone who you love and loves you back. As someone who has in the past year found “her one”, I completely understand wanting to post it for the world to see. You’re happy and you want to express it on your blog where you express other emotions as well. But I also understand the points of view who feel that pang. I used to feel it when yet another one of my friends found a boy or got engaged or got married. It’s not that I wasn’t happy for them. But it was a reminder that I was still alone and that the world is full of couples and not particularly singles friendly. (Especially if you are a woman! Grrr…) So while I am happy and like sharing the wonderful things he does for me, I also try to be encouraging to my single friends. Not in the stupid, cheesy “Oh just wait, you’ll find yours!” but an honest “I know it sucks and I know you have no guarantee that it will ever happen for you but I’m here.” Anyway, those are my thoughts. Thank you for a fun blog to read and keep on being happy!
Isn’t there a way to have the “A Blog That Celebrates Single Life …” removed from the title of this page? I think that in itself is the issue. Bloggers, and people, can and should evolve, grow, change … and we love reading about all of it. But that title does kind of pigeonhole you.
Delirium: I truly believe that if you do your best to focus more on the feeling happy for someone who has found love and less on the feeling a pang that it has not found YOU yet, it will come to you…Jessica said it really nicely…it makes her hopeful that there’s someone out there who with whom she can feel that happiness.
But everyone, please, try to remember that the only person who can make you happy is YOU. Truly…it sounds really corny and ridiculous but while a good relationship is the icing, ladies, YOU are the cake.
I wish you the best, and I wish the best for Butterflies, too.
Seriously Afrogirl?
Wow that was rude and truly lacked class. That was just plain bitchy and hurtful… oh and untrue as well.
*shakes head*
Heather – I’ve been reading you since way back in the days of J. I’m a proud owner of the original Fish shirts, circa 2004?
Anyways, after all these years of following you (I say in a non-stalker way!) I am deeeeeelighted to see you in blissful coupledom with a deserving guy, cause there have been far too many frogs and you are oh so deserving of a prince. Plus I think you’d be a kick-ass mom, and if that’s in your future with the Dark Lord, its really the best journey you could ever take.
For those that hate on you as ‘vomit-inducing’ because you are moving on from singlehood – I say to you ladies, why hate on someones happiness? Wouldn’t you want others to be joyful for you if you had found someone wonderful?
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