Fortuity

At how many points in your life have you or someone you know come to find he or she in a circumstance where it can all be summed up in one phrase, "Really?" Now I say phrase as opposed to a word because of the question mark at the end of it. The question mark implies a certain emotion behind it. The emotions can range from awe, bewilderment, sarcasm, annoyance, disbelief, questioning and the list goes on and on.

Now I can remember quite a few times my last semester of college (actually like more or less a year ago this time of the year) where all I could say was "Really?" Well my friends, here I am 12 months later grasping for this phrase again.

Ok, so now that I have everyone thinking about their "Really?" moments, I'd like to pause before I explain myself and give a brief update. These days I find myself in the carpool shuffle, the library, Starbucks and networking for jobs. I've been nannying and doing make-up to earn a living and trying not to become too lazy. Although between the novel The Help and Chelsea Handler's books, I am enjoying my free time. Enough is enough with all the recess that February brought, I am working hard on finding a new position and am going to actually go to the gym more than once a week...

But ok, really? Here's the short version of my "Really?" story. Met a guy last May on one of my last nights at the Michigan State bars, we'll call him Mr. Tri.  Mr. Tri and I continued to talk all summer via text, Skype, phone, etc. Until one evening in October where our phone conversation ended perfectly fine. I text him the next day, get no response. A week later I text him one more time, still no response. At this point, I'm like ok well he's not into this anymore. Time carries on and I'm basically annoyed at why we stopped talking, but figure it's cause there is a new girl in Mr. Tri's life. Facebook tells me he's still single, yet you never know. Now its January 2011. I write happy birthday on his Facebook and use a nickname I had for him (let me remind you this is the first time I've reached out to contact him since October). After getting no response from Mr. Tri, I un-friend him from Facebook to free myself of the situation. Two points to me!

And here we are in March. No contact really at all with Mr. Tri in 5 months. Not going to lie, I've been in a guy dry spell. My supposed flirting skills are in a rut and it's also because because I haven't really been pursuing that aspect too. I've been trying to focus on the job and life thing (supposedly). But this weekend after a taxi ride where I tried to be nice and share a ride, with a 30 year old medical student and his drunk comrade grilling me on my dating life, all while I am desperately looking out the window waiting to get to the station, and then having them ask to take me out to I-HOP the next morning, I was checked out. Needless to say, I gave that taxi driver a very lucky Shamrock green bonus for driving fast.

I go to check my email for the first time in 2 days and there in my inbox is a message and request from LinkedIn. And who is it from? No other than Mr. Tri. Over 5 months with nada and then this. The message was brief and ended with "Sorry I'm an idiot..." Oh, really?

To close though, I'd like to end with a sense of fortuity. A fabulous word meaning: an accidental occurrence, an instance of great luck or great fortune. It's almost like another way of saying kismet (my namesake for this blog). I am going to focus on my fortuity in the rest of March. It's been real already 2011. I'm off to the library probably scouring the shelves on more books on finding your "self", career advice and the last Chelsea Handler novel. I may also be visiting Borders and getting the new book entitled Manning Up: How the Rise of Women Has Turned Men into Boys by Kay Hymowitz. See you in the self-help aisles...