My BS Meter is Broken

I used to pride myself on being able to see through BS. I’m a pretty down-to-earth girl…I don’t respond to pick-up lines, I see right through so-called players and whatnot. Normally, these types of guys can sense this and they don’t even approach me in the first place. It’s a source of pride for me. I enjoy the fact that I’ve never had to deal with anyone’s lies because I saw through them the moment I met them.

However, lately, I think my finely tuned skills are faltering. For the second time, I met someone who seemed genuine, who seemed like they were really nice and then they blew me off! At first I was insulted. I was like what am I doing soooo wrong that two seemingly normal guys just disappeared. In the first case, I have a pretty good idea what I did wrong so I’m not concerned about that. However, in the second case, I have no freaking idea. Rather than turn outward, I turned inward and figured it out – my BS meter is totally broken! I’m talking like totally turned off! At the very least, it’s in a temporary state of disrepair. And this is very upsetting to me, because I use this meter not only to help myself but to help others - to give advice and help analyze the BS things boys tell them. I just can’t have it going and breaking down. I don’t feel like writing about all the crappy dates I go on forever because I can’t see that someone is a douchebag. (The only other answer is that people just get busy, don’t care or their ex-girlfriend comes back in the picture, or whatever…but those ideas aren’t nearly as fun to write about.)

The problem now is though that when/if I do meet someone totally genuine, I’m not going to believe them. And this, my friends, is how New York women grow up to be bitter and jaded. It starts sometime in their mid-twenties and steadily grows worse until you hate every man who walks by because you can already see the lies coming out of his mouth before he even opens it to say hello. I was sad when I reached this conclusion and realized I probably only have 1 –2 years left in New York before I have to leave to save my own life.

In addition, separate from the BS meter, I was officially called “an older woman” for the first time the other night. I was at my little cousin’s house and his friend sat down to talk to me. He was 21. He asked me how old I was. I was like 25. He was like sweet, an older woman. I was like Oh. My. God. I just laughed, and I was like yes, I’m an older woman. And then I started to cry. No, just kidding I didn’t cry, I laughed. But inside…I died a little. Haha, no I’m just kidding about that too. I thought it was funny. Sad and weird…but funny.

I also realized the other day that I have learned to scope people out based on the presence of a wedding band! How horrible is that!!!! Am I so old that this is now a pre-requisite to even forming an opinion? The answer is yes! Agggh!!!

Curumin

So my roommate brought me to a show at Joe's Pub last night to see a Brazilian musician named Curumin. His style is like Brazilian/Samba/Funk and he totally kicks ass. The show was a lot of fun and it was also really cool to be at Joe's Pub. Check out his stuff, you won't be disappointed.