Alan is coming in less than two weeks!!!  I can’t wait. 



I’m going back to the plastic surgeon today, and I think I’ll get a little more collagen.  She did a great job and it looks completely natural, but no one even noticed… It’s a little too subtle.  I want my bottom lip to be a little bigger and that’s all!







Alan wrote me:

And my response:

He’s coming soon.  I hope we get along in personal as well as we have online… 

 -Delia 

Before coming here, I’d never been interviewed before in my life.  Now I’ve had 4 interviews… and maybe more to come.  One of them wasn’t a real interview, it was just a lunch with a friend of Jane’s that works at the paper, but he had a new camera he wanted to try and and said that he wanted to prove to Jane that he met me… I told him I was sure she’d believe him. He did ask me a bunch of questions anyway, but just mostly to be friendly.  However, it felt like an interview because I knew the camera was on for some of it.  

All these interviews have got me thinking.  I interviewed with Gina for her “Body Stories and she asked all about my body and sex and stuff like that.  I was really kind of uncomfortable, especially the questions about sex.  I’m just a private person about some things.  But when I got over being on camera, it felt like just girl-talk.  Because I got my lips and teeth done and I’m trying to lose weight, I felt a little stupid and superficial at times, but really I just want to look my best and I haven’t done anything drastic. 

On Friday I had an interview with a reporter for their Q & A section.  She audio recorded everything.  Two of the questions that really got me thinking were, “How are you and Jane similar or different?” and “Are you a feminist?”  

The second one kinda threw me.  I don’t think I’ve ever been asked that before, and I had to think about it.  It’s not that I didn’t know the answer but that I wasn’t sure what “feminist” means to her.  So I answered, “Well, on the most basic level, men and women being equal, yes I’m a feminist.  But on the man hating, bra-burning level, I’m not that kind of feminist.”  

I like men and want to get married and have kids and if I had enough money, I’d probably stay home with the kids until they went to school.  I know some people think this isn’t very feminist, but I think there’s room for everyone in feminism, and I’m traditional about some things.  Only for myself though.  I’m glad that other women can choose a different path.  I think what Jane has done with her life is good too.  She’s travelled all over the world and never married and doesn’t care if she has kids or not.

I guess that’s how we are different.  I’m a homebody.  I’m the girl next door.  I’m just a little less adventurous and ambitious or career oriented than her.  My artwork is important to me too.  I’m a good and successful painter,  BUT it’s not the driving force in my life, it’s not the end all be all for me.  Just stepping into her shoes for a couple of months makes me realize how crazy and obsessed she is with her work.  Since I got here all I’ve done is work on her MFA stuff, and that’s after her working on it for a year and a half.  To me… that’s just crazy.  I don’t want my life to be just Art.

When I was talking to Jane’s friend over lunch, he asked me how I saw myself in the future.  I said, “Married with kids.”  To be honest, I thought I’d already be married.  I thought I’d finish school, get a good job, work for a while, meet somebody and then get married and have some kids.  This summer I’m going to turn thirty.  I am not married.  I don’t have kids.  There’s nothing wrong with this and I like my life, but I just imagined that I’d already be married and starting a family.  

For some reason things haven’t worked out that way for me.  I’ve dated nice guys and been in love, but something always happens.  Either we weren’t right for each other or something else happened.  My longest relationship ended because he went to Germany for grad school… and I didn’t.  

The truth is I don’t want to be forty when I have my first kid.  

So that is why I decided to come here and help Jane out with her MFA.  To try something different, live somewhere different, meet new people and shake myself out of my rut.  Also, she promised to set me up with someone nice, and I think she did a good job. 

Example of my life in Tucson:


MMMMM… COFFEE


MY WALKING BUDDY/HAIR DRESSER!

Now that I’m done working like a crazy woman on Jane’s MFA show, I’m hanging out with friends, taking walks and (as Always) drinking coffee.  Mmmmm.

-Delia 

Well, it’s been a while since I posted anything.  For one thing, I got a new computer and had to figure out how to use it.  The other one is in the gallery.

For another thing, I’ve been BUSY!!  Since I last posted, I finished installing the show, did a million errands to get the show set up, met with Jane’s committee to show them the work and got my gap filled (see pictures of both below).  I’ll have a little time to myself now.  Tonight I watched “The Devil Wore Prada” tonight.  What a good movie.  I love Meryll Streep.  Plus it was nice just to veg out for a few hours.

I don’t have to worry about being bored.  I’ve been invited to go for lunch, out to hear a band and for a walk in the desert by some of the people I’ve met since coming here.  Everything’s looking up!  And Alan’s coming very soon!!I got my gap fixed, and it looks great.  You can’t tell I ever had one.  The dentist did a fantastic job.  It looks completely natural:

BEFORE   

AFTER   

Also, here’s some pictures of the installation in the museum.  I think it looks pretty darn good… I’m really proud of myself.  I’ve worked so hard since I got here.  Never in my life have I made anything like this.  Usually I try to be modest, but I did good! 

-Delia 

Another message from Alan.   I asked him what he would do if he had one day left to live:

Here’s my reply:

I went to the plastic surgeon today and had my lips done.  I was a little scared at first.  Mostly because, of course, I thought it would hurt.  It wasn’t too bad.  Not even as bad as having your teeth drilled.  She numbed my lips first with a topical anestesia, then injected my lips with cosmoplast.  The only part that hurt was when the needle went in, then it was over so quickly.   Just like that I had bigger lips. 

Afterward, I wondered how many people have this done.   Maybe when I see someone with beautiful lips, they have had them done.  It wasn’t that expensive or painful.  It was quick to do and was a nice subtle change.  Check it out:

However, she said the it will be a little swollen for about 24 hours so this may not be the final results.

What do you think?  They aren’t very different…  Do you think I should do a little more?  Think Alan will like it?

 -Delia

Oh, and I forgot to post a picture from the reception at the anthropology museum:

I’m getting my lips done this morning…

I’m somewhere between scared and excited.  Excited to see how it turns out, and scared of anything to do with needles…

The surgeon said it’ll last three or four months.   Collagen is a natural substance in your body, under your skin.  So it’s not like silicone or something that is foreign or unnatural.  Then over time the body just reabsorbs it.  She’s not going to do a lot, just enough to plump them up a little.

I’ll post pictures tonight!  And let you know if it hurt a lot or whatever…

Speaking of pictures, here’s some from the construction zone in the gallery that one of Jane’s friends sent me:

-Delia

I went to Best Buy to get a cable (which they didn’t have!)  and while I was waiting for the sales clerk to return from looking for what I wanted, this guy was sort of hitting on me.  It was weird.  He was about 50 and quite enormous and he somehow managed to find an excuse to touch me twice. 

First he asked about my necklace and grabbed ahold of it to get a better look (right, as if!)  Then, after asking what I do and all that, stroked, I say STROKED my arm while he asked about all the bruises on them.  “Is someone beating you up,” he asked, stroke stroke stroke.   YUCK YUCK YUCK, get the heck away from me is what I wanted to say….

Instead, I stepped back politely, pulling my arm with me and said, “No, I’ve just been moving heavy objects all day.” (speaking of moving heavy objects, I would have liked to move him and all his heaviness about a mile away…) 

To make things worse/weirder, his wife showed up and he waddled over to her and they chatted then we all chatted.  She seemed very nice and sweet and I wondered what she thought about her lecherous husband, or maybe she didn’t know or notice or want to notice or whatever.  Anyway, it was all very creepy.

Finally the sales guy showed up only to say that he didn’t have the cord.  Then I headed over to buy a wall mount for the TV in the museum.  The guys there remembered me from last time and chatted me up and gave me an extra discount (same as when I bought the TV.) 

I checked myself to make sure I wasn’t flirting or anything… Because when I bought the lumber, the guy at the mill yelled at me and said I must have flirted with the guy who wrote up the order because he way under charged me.  I told him, “No, I didn’t, really.  He was just being nice.” 

And it’s true…. his wife was even there (not that that matters judging by the creepy guy at Best Buy) and his was just being nice and trying to help me out.  Honestly!  I do NOT flirt.  I am nice to everyone for sure and I like to talk to people, but I don’t flirt, especially in any kind of attempt to get a special deal.  That would just be wrong!

Anywho… I feel both a little creeped out and unfairly judged, all at the same time…

 Boo hoo!

On a good note, everything is going SO well at the museum.  Three of Jane’s friend’s showed with trucks and a van, and helped so much and were so nice and didn’t accuse me of anything…

Here I am in the gallery working:

I rebuilt and upholstered that chair myself (oh look, my shoes are untied.) 

-Delia

 I am so pooped I don’t know what to do with myself… well, actually, I do!  I’m going to sleep as soon as I’m done posting this!!  So things are going well with Alan, except now it’s me who’s too busy to write… 

Now i feel bad.  Anyway, this is what he wrote several days ago, and then my response:

My Response:

 Good night!

-Delia

I tried to post something last night, but my computer freaked out in the middle of it, and it was already 1am, so I just pulled the covers over my head and conked out for the night.

First I have to say that I have been working like a dog for days…  I’ve been working 12-15 hours a day on Jane’s installation, and I’m pooped.  I can’t wait until everything is set up in the gallery and I can take a breather.  I’m going to go hiking in the desert, do some painting, maybe go on a road trip.  Anyway, here some of what I’m building (and this is only part of it.  It’s going to be pretty cool… if I survive til next week!):

I built this whole big platform by myself!  It comes apart, so I can get it into the gallery next week.  My back aches, my feet hurt, my wrists are sore…  I really don’t want to go back in tomorrow and work some more,

Now, what you’ve all been waiting for (well, maybe not… but anyway) pictures of Alan:

This next one makes me laugh!

So I’ll know he has hair…

And all his teeth:

 :)

OK, I have to get some sleep… so I can work my buns off tomorrow!

 -Delia

I am SOOOOO busy this week!!! Argh!Don’t I look worried in my picture!! Both Jane’s show open in the next couple of weeks and then I meet with her committee… I’ve done nothing but work work work. And I’m insanely sleep deprived, and it ain’t over yet.But on a super happy note, Alan sent somes pictures and a link to some videos he made. Which totally made me laugh. He looks just as cute, funny and sweet in his pictures as in his emails! His eyes are really nice, a great hazel color. I’m glad I finally asked him to send something. I’ll be honest… I was afraid he’d be weird or goofy looking or just unattractive… and then I’d look like a jerk if I wasn’t interested after he sent a picture. Or maybe I’m less shallow than that, and would be interested no matter what. Anyway, it’s nice to know that he’s good looking.

I’ll post his photos after I ask if he minds…

I wrote back: 



BTW, I’m doing horrible on my diet… 

I went over to Botgirl’s house to play video games.  She’s a friend of Jane’s who’s into gaming.  When I called, she said, “I’m kind of a geek about this stuff.”  I said, “Don’t worry, me too!” 

She let me play Ratchet and Clank while she looked for the second control.  I got killed about seven times before she found it… My learning curve for new games is VERY big.  I’m not much more coordinated in real life either! 

When she found it, we raced each other… mostly I ran into walls and over bus stops, guard rails and stop signs. 

Maybe we should have played Grand Theft Auto.  Hmm.  Which lead us into a conversation about whether or not video games encourage people to drive irresponsibly.  If that’s the case, maybe that explains some of the drivers here!  Although, generally it’s the opposite of racing.  It’s more like, ‘how slow can I drive before someone does something desperate and causes an accident’ kind of driving.

Between the college kids and the elderly (a bad combination…) it can be a little dangerous.  Actually, I don’t mind slow, but I don’t like it when people are gabbing away on their cell and not paying attention.  Now sometimes I talk on my headset while driving, but only on long distance driving when the traffic is thin, and I tell people that I’m driving and that I might have to cut them off if the driving conditions change.  It’s so important to be responsible when you’re at the wheel.

Or people who drink and drive… I can’t understand that.  I don’t drink at all, but even if I did, I would make sure there was a designated driver.  It’s sad how many people get killed each year, just because someone didn’t think ahead.  I don’t want to judge people for drinking, but it’s important to be responsible.

So anyway, yesterday was really fun, and today is Easter.  I’ll have to call my family.

Happy Easter everyone!!

-Delia

 I’m going to go sit by the pool and work on the computer while I get a tan!  Life’s hard here in the desert…

BTW I took this photo without showing my hips which is where I need to lose weight.  Tomorrow I’m really going to go on a diet!!  Really!!!   and today I’m going to eat a lot of chocolate…  I know I know.  But I need to prepare myself mentally for deprivation.

I wrote Alan again and finally got up my nerve and asked him for a picture.  I’m really curious about what he looks like.  We like each other already, so it doesn’t matter, right?  Plus, what can you tell from a picture online?  I’ve seen people’s profiles on myspace which don’t even hardly resemble them on a good day!  Come on…

Well, off to sit in the sun!

-Delia

I ate dinner alone again tonight.  It was such a beautiful night, that I lit some candles, plugged in the string lights out on the patio, and found a jazz station on the radio.  Sitting under the stars and full moon on a gorgeous night, I should have felt happy and sophisticated.  Instead, I felt sad and alone. 

In fact, I felt terribly sad and lonely all day.  I talked to my mom and dad for over an hour and then thought about calling my brother too and my best friend from highschool, but I had a lot of business to do and now it’s too late at night (their time) to call.

I realize that I’m used to living near family and friends.  If I’m feeling down, I can pop over to my parents and say hi or drop in on a friend.  Usually I just call people, same as here but somehow it’s not the same, knowing they are so far away.  Although I’ve met lots of cool people here, I haven’t made any friends yet.  Most of my conversations over the last couple of weeks have been with sales people or customer service…

I think I need to be more proactive and invite people over, if I’m going to survive the next couple of months.

This is honestly the first time I’ve really lived away from home. I know, I know, I’m nearly 30 and haven’t left the nest.  In some ways that’s not true.  The first year of college I lived at home, but then I got an apartment with some girlfriends from school.  We had a lot of fun and are still in touch. 

But, I’ve lived my whole life in Michigan, within miles of my family.  Although I’ve been to lots of places and even overseas to England and France… it was different because those were vacations.  Even though I’ve only been here a few weeks (about the time of a vacation), I’m really homesick.  If I had the choice right now, I’d probably pack up and fly home.

But I made a committment to take over things for Jane, and really I was so looking forward to living somewhere different, experiencing something new.  But being here makes me realize that I’ve idealized Jane’s crazy, footloose, world-travelling lifestyle.  She’s traveled everywhere and lived all over the place.  When I read her messages from far away places, I’ll admit I was jealous and, of course, excited for her.

But here I am, not so far from home, knowing that I’ll be back in May, still able to call my family… and instead of being excited, I’m homesick.  Maybe I’m just not cut out for adventure (even on this small a scale).  Maybe I’m happiest surrounded by friends and family, and then flying off on adventures… knowing that I can go home after a few weeks.

Anyway, sorry for the depressing message.  On a happy note, I drove to the Anthropology Museum.  It’s a couple of hours drive (gee things are spread out in the desert!)  and, as I mentioned, I gabbed on the phone the whole time.  Don’t worry, I wore a headset and was very careful… I’m a very responsible driver.

The desert was absolutely amazing, with yellow flowering bushes lining the highway, and bright orange or purple wild flowers mixed in!  The campus was really beautiful too, with huge palm trees, flowering trees that smelled good enough to eat, and lots of tan people in shorts wandering around. 

I LOVE the weather here!!!  Makes me think I should have gone away for school!  If I had, who knows what I’d be doing with my life now…

-Delia

Jane’s computer doesn’t work!  It’s being fixed, but in the meantime… I’m stuck!

I’m at the library right now just checking a few things and getting directions.  I’m going to the Anthropology Museum to check on Jane’s installation…  She’s in a show on American culture, and they need me to look at the space and drop off some cards for her website. 

On a happy note, I bought a BIG TV for Jane’s show at the Art Museum here… it’s 50″, it’s huge, it’s amazing, it’s overwhelming!!  I watched the movie Tideland last night, and I could swear I was in the theatre, except I was much more comfortable.  I snacked on corn chips and chocolate.

I’m not doing well on my diet.  In the last week, I’ve eaten malted milk balls, chocolate covered almonds, potato chips and corn chips.  I haven’t gained weight (thank god, then again I’ve been going to the gym every day), but I certainly haven’t lost weight.  Next week I’m going to get serious and look into some different diets.  I’m  thinking about South Beach.  A friend tried that with pretty good success.  It would be nice if I could find a diet/workout buddy, or maybe I’ll go to one of the trainers at the gym.

I’m not fat or anything, but I want to get below 150… really my ideal weight is 145.  We’ll see!

BTW, Alan is coming in Apirl!!!   I can’t wait, I can’t wait!!!! 

-Delia

PS. Definitely want to lose the weight before Alan gets here.

My teeth are not as white as they could be… I drink a lot of coffee. 

So I decided to try a teeth whitener.  It’s one of those kinds with the plastic “trays” you put in your mouth.  They weren’t too bad, except my mouth started watering and you have to keep them in for 30 - 45 minutes.  The saliva in my mouth seemed a little out of control by the end, but I’m certain that you aren’t supposed to swallow that stuff.  It’s got peroxide in it and other toxic sounding stuff.  But it’s worth it for shiny white teeth.

I’m trying to get them whiter by my dentist appointment on Wednesday… It says, “visibly whiter teeth in 3 days”.  We shall see.

Here’s a picture, I took it before I started drooling, though.

-Delia

I got another message from Alan.  He seems like a really hard worker.  That’s something I think is important.  I work hard, so it’s difficult for me to understand lazy people.  I can respect taking your time on something or feeling overwhelmed, but I can’t understand having no motivation.    Maybe it has to do with depression…  



Anyway, Alan is definitely a doer:

I’ll write him back when I have more time to think of what I want to say.  Today, I have to get Jane’s computer fixed, buy a big TV for her show, get cards printed up to put in the gallery in Phoenix and research computers… That should keep me busy!



-Delia

Ok, every time I wonder if I should write him again… he writes me!

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I’ve thought a lot about this, and I went ahead and scheduled appointments with the dentist and plastic surgeon…

I’m a little scared to go.  It’s not that I don’t want to get them done.  Of course, I want my face to be perfect.  It’s just that it’s probably going to be expensive and painful, and what if I don’t like it (or you-know-who doesn’t.)  Well, I guess I’ll find that all out in the consultations.  Maybe it won’t be bad.  People get this stuff done all the time, right?

Here’s what I think it might look like:

Hmm… or something like that…

This week has been really busy.  Getting everything ready for Jane’s show is taking up most of my time.  I thought I’d have time to explore the desert and enjoy the scenery.  Instead, I’ve been running errands since I got here. 

Like yesterday; I got up, tried out the video camera, worked at the studios, caught up on emails, worked out at the gym, went shopping to see if I can get a TV for Jane’s installation, shopped for some workout clothes (I didn’t bring enough), got distracted and bought makeup, jewelry, belts, bras… finally went back home.  It was 9:30pm.

Everyday’s been like this since I got here.  Oh well, once her show is installed in April, I can relax a little.  I want to go out in the desert and paint.  I want to try all the restaurants in town (I haven’t even been to a Mexican restaurant yet!!  There’s supposed to be some great ones.)  I want to hang out at the pool, there’s one here and one at the gym.  I went to the one at the gym yesterday and just lay there for half an hour, listening to the water sloshing in the pool and pretending I was at the beach. 

I miss the water…

On the other hand the water’s completely frozen in Michigan right now, and the weather here is perfect.  Every day is sunny, warm and breezy, perfect beach weather… if only there was a beach here… and someone to walk with in the sand, holding hands.

No word from Alan.  Maybe I should give up on him…  I don’t want to write again.  I feel silly just writing and not hearing anything from him.  Just makes me feel a bit pathetic, but I’m not ready to give up yet.

-Delia

Well, my friend Jane had asked me to make videos and post them on youtube and do pod casts…  I’ve never done anything like that before and I’m not sure how I feel about it, but she said, “Just record a little of your daily life and your thought, feelings, any beauty treatments you get, etc. and post them on youtube.” It still seems a little weird to me, and I don’t have that much experience with videos.  I know I’ll be self conscious asking the dentist or plastic surgeon if I can bring a camera along… 

I guess I’ll try out the camera today and see how that goes.  I can’t imagine that my life is all that interesting.  What do you guys think?

I wrote Alan and asked him about it too:

I hope he writes me back.  I miss hearing from him.  This is stupid, but even though I know he’s busy, I keep thinking that he just isn’t interested. 

How do you know when a guy likes you?  Should I write him more? less?  There was this book “The Rules” and it basically says not to bug the guy and to let him contact you…

Here’s their top ten advice:

http://www.therulesbook.com/topten.html

“We know this is hard to accept, but it’s not that he hasn’t called because he’s busy, or because you didn’t smile or talk enough (or did too much). It’s not that he lost your phone number. The bottom line is, if he hasn’t called, he’s not that interested.”

The same probably applies to email!  The thing is, I think I’m his type.  I read his ad of what he wants in a woman and I think that’s me (well if I get my teeth fixed and my lips enhanced.)   Who knows, we might be perfect for each other.  But I don’t want to bug him if he’s not interested.

Any advice?

-Delia

OK, as you know, I really wanted a car.  And I went to the dealership today and was just going to look… But they had a used Prius in perfect condition and offered me a really good deal, and did I mention that I really wanted a car.

It is SO cute!  And gets great gas mileage, and comes with a warranty, and did I mention it is SO cute!

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The payments are bearable, and I’ll need to probably get another job.  But this will make my life much easier.  There is a lot to do while I’m here, and Jane can take over the payments when she gets back if she wants to keep it, they are quite reasonable.  Or sell it or whatever.  Or maybe I’ll keep it…  It’s a really great car and they hold their value very well.

Did I mention it is SO cute!  I’m a happy camper!

This is the most exciting thing I’ve done since I got here… However, I was there for seven hours.  I had no idea it takes seven hours to buy a car.  The only thing I’ve eaten since breakfast is coffee and popcorn.  I’m going to eat dinner and go right to sleep so I can dream about cruising around town.

-Delia

And another new haircut….  I wrote Alan and sent him a picture of my newest haircut (see below, the hair stylist talked me into getting it even shorter).  I hope he likes it!

This is the message I sent:

I think I’ll go check out the gym today.   I need to lose a few pounds…

Oh, and I’m looking into getting collagen for my lips.  They are so thin and wrinkly.  I’m starting to get those Cruela Deville lines when I wear red lipstick…  I’m going to call on Monday.  A friend of Jane’s recommended a plastic surgeon, but also sent me this link: http://www.alternet.org/healthwellness/78539 

But collagen is temporary and safe, right?

-Delia

So I checked my email today and he sent this super sweet message:

I was worried for no reason.  He was just busy, which I thought might be the case.  So this is what I wrote back to him:

On another note, I rode the bike to the grad studios today… That didn’t work out great.  Following Jane’s instructions took me to One Way streets going the wrong way and I got lost two times and the roads here are really bumpy and bad… and I ended up with helmet hair!

The ride home was nice.  I was really enjoying the wind whipping through my hair… and then I realized I wasn’t wearing the helmet.  It was still in my backpack.  Sigh, what’s a girl to do?

 -Delia

I love it… what do you think?

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And from another angle:

Ok, I don’t really look much like Jennifer Aniston, but I still look cute… :)  Speaking of which, I wish Alan would write me… If I don’t hear from him by this weekend, I’ll just have to assume he doesn’t like me.  Do you think I should send him another message, or would that come off over eager?

-Delia

Today was a kind of hard day.  Well actually, let’s start with last night.  I went over to the multimedia learning lab on campus that Jane told me about.  Again, I had a trouble finding it and had to park in the parking garage because there wasn’t any on street parking.  She wanted me to work on a video she needs, which I barely finished before they closed.  They were very nice and super helpful there.  One girl, Megan, even knew my name… I guess Jane told her to look out for me.

 Anyway, it was all going fine until this guy came in and waved at me… in a kind of overly friendly way.  Whatever, that was fine, but later he came over and introduced himself to me, and asked me to go to some club with him and his girlfriend… a swinger club.  I asked what that was, and he said, “It where you go and take a bunch of drugs and drink and then have sex with different people.”  Well, I just laughed it off and said, “I’m sure you must be kidding.  Otherwise that is kind of rude…”  It was SO weird.  Even if he was joking it was weird…  I mean, what did he expect me to say?

Later this nice guy talked to me who was studying chemistry and eventually said, “That guy was weird.” and I replied, “Yeah, I hope he was joking.”  The guy gave me a serious look and said, “I don’t think he was joking.”  To make matters worse, I ran into the weird guy again today.  It was at the corner and I was waiting to cross.  I tried not to make eye contact, hoping he wouldn’t notice me, but he said, “Hi Delia, you look spiffy today, nice bag.”  With a weak little smile, I said, “Thanks,” and thought to myself, please go away!  He didn’t say anything else, but I’m thinking I might keep running into this guy.  Maybe he just has a weird sense of humor or maybe he’s one of Jane’s friends and is goofing with me.  In any case, I don’t like it.

That’s just one thing today that got to me.  The other is that I turned the car in this morning.  I had kept it an extra day because I felt like I needed it to run more errands and I’m still looking into leasing a car ($500/month!! with Enterprise and another place might be under $300… but he hasn’t got back to me.)  So, then later, I had to take the bus.  I could have taken the bike, but I don’t know the roads yet and the bus stop is right around the corner. 

Maybe I misread the bus schedule, but I missed the first bus.  I saw it go by just far enough away that I couldn’t catch it… and the next bus didn’t come for 20 minutes.  The bus smelled funny, like stale cigarettes and sour alcohol.  The guy in front of me had his head down and I could see his skinny neck muscles, his head was almost parallel with the floor and it was bobbing and swaying with the movement of the bus… I think he was drunk or on something. 

Half the people on the bus had tattoos and looked like they lived outdoors and had seen some hard living, and there were a lot of people in wheel chairs who had to get on and off, not that there’s anything wrong with that.  It’s just that it took forever and smelled funny.  This shouldn’t make me feel uncomfortable… but, to be honest, I was wishing I’d ridden the bike.  I have to say that everyone seemed friendly and polite, and I talked to two nice women waiting at the bus stop.

But then the doors sort of closed on me while I was getting off the bus, and this angry guy in a black leather jacket was walking behind me and muttering, so I kept walking right past the first bus stop.  I could see another one up ahead, but almost missed my connection and had to run for the bus…

On the way home, I decided to walk down to the first bus rather than trying to make a connection.  It was farther than I thought, and the odd thing here is that once you get away from campus, the palm trees and pretty plants disappear and are replaced by empty dirt lots and broken sidewalks.  And some guys honked at me… actually that happen about three times today.  What’s with this place?

Sorry, enough complaining… I just had a hard day and didn’t get a lot done and am realizing that I probably need to get a car while I’m here.  Maybe I’ll get a roommate to make up for the cost, or another job.  The pay I get for the class I’m teaching isn’t very much…  But first I’ll try riding the bike to school tomorrow.  I’m supposed to go to the graduate studios.  It’ll be nice and I could use some exercise anyway.

As long as I’m on a roll, another thing I don’t understand is what Jane does in her spare time.  She has no TV, no stereo, no car, and no internet.  She doesn’t even have a microwave.  I wonder what she does when she’s at home.

I think I need to remedy this situation.  But again all that costs money.  Really I might have to get another job in town AND a roomate.  Reading is fun too, but I like to get movies, watch TV sometimes or listen to music that isn’t on the radio.

Enough complaining!  The weather is still gorgeous, and the campus is nice, and Jane’s house is nice.  And everyone I’ve met is nice.  (If you forget about the weird guy.)  I have to find some time to workout and maybe do some hiking or biking in the mountains.  They are beautiful and surround the city.  It’s like the town was built in the bottom of a big bowl with jagged sides.

I do like it here, it just takes some getting used to and I need to settle in and find my own happiness here.

-Delia

I got in late last night and I’m just getting used to everything this morning.  For some reason I feel a bit jet lagged even though it’s only a few hours different.  I had a hard time getting out of bed and I had a ton to do today.  I’m house sitting for my friend, Jane, while she’s away.  I’m also substituting for her and teaching her 3-D art class. 

The house is really cute and super tidy.  But I feel a little like an intruder today.  The house is a looking messy with my clothes, makeup and shoes all over the place, and some dirty dishes, and I know Jane’s super tidy.  It’s not that I’m messy, just that I’m still in the process of unpacking and I haven’t had time to arrange things.

I went in to school and met with the graduate advisor.  She was super nice, and said she could introduce me to the class I’ll be teaching and explain the whole situation to them and why they have a new teacher and answer any of their questions.  I was a little nervous meeting her and am still pretty nervous about teaching.  I’ve taught before at an art school, but never at such a  big university.  It took me forever to find her office today, and parking was terrible.

But I have to say the weather here is SO beautiful.  The sun is shining and there are palm trees everywhere, and big saguaro catus all around… a big change from Michigan and all that snow.  I love it!  I’m glad I decided to come here.

On a not so happy note, I wrote Alan on Wednesday and he hasn’t written back.  This seems like kind of a bad sign.  I thought we were hitting it off.  Anyway, this is what I sent:

Well, maybe he’s just busy…  or having computer problems.  I hope he writes something back.  He seems like a cool guy.Anyway, I’m not going to freak out over it.  He either likes me or he doesn’t. 

In other exciting news, I got a haircut.  There were SO many split ends.  I got it cut shorter with some highlights, a little like Jennifer Aniston’s hair.  I’ll post a picture later.  Right now I need to go.  I still have to lease a car.  I’m only here until May, but I need to get back and forth to school.  Jane always rides her bike or takes the bus everywhere, and she said I was welcome to use her bike, but it’s pretty far…  Maybe I’ll see how expensive it is first, and then I’ll decide.

Ok, gotta go.

-Delia

NOTE: LAST POST AS MYSELF
After this, the Perfect Woman BLOG will be filled with Delia’s thoughts and feelings as she gets to know Alan, and her excitement as the dates approach.  Delia will only respond to comments posted on the BLOG entries created as of Monday.  Please feel free to comment on the previous posts, but Delia/Perfect Woman will not respond.

Alan asked that I describe my “perfect” man, and I’ve given it some serious thought.  When it comes to perfection, I believe two seemingly conflicting notions, there is no such thing as perfect and we are all perfect:

1. There is no such thing as “perfection”. 

Since Plato, and probably before, humans have believed in a pure, perfect form, an unachievable ideal that we all understand as the concept underlying the “real”, “imperfect” objects around us.

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FROM WIKIPEDIA.COM:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Essentialism

Plato was one of the first essentialists, believing in the concept of ideal forms, an abstract entity of which individual objects are mere facsimilies.

To give an example; the ideal form of a circle is a perfect circle, something that is physically impossible to make manifest, yet the circles that we draw and observe clearly have some idea in common - this idea is the ideal form. Plato believed that these ideas are eternal and vastly superior to their manifestations in the world, and that we understand these manifestations in the material world by comparing and relating them to their respective ideal form.

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I don’t believe that there is an “ideal form” that we can compare and contrast with things we find in the real world.  This is a round about way of saying that I don’t believe in a ”perfect man”.

2. We are all “perfect”. 

That each of us are exactly as we were meant to be with all our differences and complexities.  Since Hegel, and probably before, human beings have believed in a kind of perfection that comes from the complexities of real life.

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FROM STUDIES ON COMPARATIVE PHILOSOPHY:

http://www.swami-krishnananda.org/com/com hege.html 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_idealism#British_idealism

Mind and Nature are not two distinct realms but phases of the evolution of the Absolute which manifests itself everywhere in the universe, in matter and mind, in the individual and society, in history, science, art, religion and philosophy, all at once. The Absolute is the Reality. Its essence is Reason.

The universe is conceived as a logical or rational system, a process of the workings of the Absolute Reason. The Reason is the supreme. Everything is an embodiment of Reason. There is the Reason exhibited in every action, every movement, every thought; the life of the universe becomes the more rational, the more it unfolds in itself the Absolute Reason.

In Logic, Nature and Spirit can be discovered the three stages of the evolution of the Absolute towards the realisation of Self-consciousness. The Absolute Spirit is the goal or the consummation of the activity of the Reason. All the parts of the universe are organically determined by the purpose of the whole which is the Absolute and which is logically prior to all the parts. No part has meaning or reality apart from its organic relation to the whole. Hegel’s system is the famous logical or absolute idealism

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I believe that everything is interconnected and has an ”Absolute Reason”, which I take to mean that everything has some sort of purpose connected to the whole.  This is a round about way of saying that every man is a “perfect man.”

That being said, I can still describe what I find attractive in men and what I think would make someone a good match for me.  But I have taken up enough space here already… see “My Perfect Man: Part 2″.

-Your Perfect Woman

Sunday will be my last post as myself.  I will work this weekend on constructing Delia, based on all the things I’ve mentioned so far: physical changes, emotional changes, and lifestyle changes.  Then come Monday, I’ll start implementing all the changes.

After Monday, the Perfect Woman BLOG will be filled with Delia’s thoughts and feelings as she gets to know Alan, and her excitment as the dates approach.

Until then, please post comments and ideas on my transformation into the Perfect Woman.  I’m still open to suggestions! 

Delia will only respond to comments posted on the BLOG entries created as of Monday.  Please feel free to comment on the previous posts, but Delia/Perfect Woman will not respond.

-Your Perfect Woman

I have looked at everything he’s asked for and tried to figure out what changes I need to make.  But I still am not sure about some of them and would love some advice.  I’m still open to suggestions.  Take a look below and let me know what you think.

TO DO LIST
Things I definitely plan to change:
1.  workout daily - I plan to do running, weightlifting and yoga
2.  lose 4 lbs.
3.  get my hair done like Jennifer Aniston
Which hair cut should I get?

You can post a comment here to say which one is better.

4.  get the gap in my front teeth fixed (probably something temporary)
5.  wear light makeup
6.  work on a tan
7.  buy some new bras that show my breasts off more (maybe pushup bras)
8.  work on not being bossy (try to be aware when I am and change my behavior)
9.  before I assert myself question my beliefs (trying not to think I’m right all the time)
10.  send out my birthday gifts and cards on time!  get things fixed around the house  (there are two lights out in the kitchen right now…)
11.  try some video games and find a couple I really like
12.  go to the movies more often
13.  be more hard lined about illegal activities (however, I want to make sure this doesn’t conflict with “nonjudgmental”)
14.  stop having drinks with friends (can still go out but just stick to water? or should I stop going anywhere where they serve alcohol?)
15.  write to Alan and get to know him so I can try to love him (don’t know how much control I have over love)

Things I may change:
1.  join a sport
2.  get collagen for my lips (it’s temporary, 3 months, but I’m not sure it will help me have a “nice face”)
3.  stop calling and writing my dear friend so I’m not a cyberspace cheater (the only problem is that this is a little in conflict with “stands up for and defends the ones she cares about” and “responsible”… maybe I can do it in a responsible way)

Things I’m reluctant to change, but willing to consider:
1.  get botox (really this just grosses me out)
2.  get a nose job (the women he mentioned all have distinctive noses, so I think mine is fine)
3.  try a cigar (I think this was just an option not a suggestion)

These are just my simple lists.  I’ll make my decisions by Monday (with help from all of you!) 

What it Means to be Perfect Woman:  I’ve got to build a whole person out if his description.  This brings up a lot of questions.  What does Delia do for a living?  What’s her house like?  Who does she hang out with?  How does she dress?  What kind of car does she drive?  What does she like to eat?  How did she grow up?  Where did she grow up?  What does she do for fun?  Who are her friends?  Where does she hang out?  Is she a morning or night person?  Where did she go to school?  What did she study?  Does she like dogs or cats?  There are many things that make up a person.  Ill have to do a bit of imagining, constructing and conjecture.  Feel free to give me suggestions or advice.

-Your Perfect Woman

This is actually the hard part.  I think making physical changes will be relatively easy, especially because he is leaving it open and has not asked for anything drastic.  But to change how I feel and behave in my daily life, and to try and sincerely be a different person, will be a challenge.

(on the inside):

likes to touch, hug, kiss, hold hands; cuddling is ok:  I do like to touch, hug, kiss, hold hands and cuddle, especially with someone special.  I also like to touch, hug and kiss my friends.  My mother thinks I’m tactilely defensive, by which I think she means I avoid physical contact.  This isn’t true; I like to hug my friends and family.  But I do have a pretty big personal space.  People usually respect my boundaries and wait for me to initiate any kind of touching.

means it when we touch, kiss, hold hands, cuddle, have sex, etc.:  By “means it” I think he means that this is done with sincerity.  I want to believe that I am always sincere when I touch another human being.  But will I “mean it” when we go on the dates…?  All I can do it try.

cares about my feelings, my mental and physical health:  I already care about his feelings.  One of my big worries about doing this project was that the selected participant would somehow get their feelings hurt, whether through comments people post on here, something I might say or do, or simply by participating.  I sometimes wonder if I care too much about too many things and people.  It’s the reason I avoid the evening news.  I find it painful to watch reports on disasters, shootings, domestic disputes, bombings, etc.  I don’t ever want to become complacent about other people’s pain. 

likes sex and intimacy with me:  This will also be difficult to control or predict.  Sex and intimacy are complex.  I have never figured out what makes chemistry work with one person and not with another.  For me a lot of it comes from a combination of intellectual dialog, emotional closeness, trust, smell, physical appearance, how they look at me, and some spark that makes the difference between wanting to talk for hours and wanting to take my clothes off.  I have not been physically attracted to very many people in my life, but it is always a bit like magic when it happens.  It is also important to keep in mind that we will only be going on 3 dates and they will be quite public.  So far, in my opinion, the woman he’s described would not jump into bed on the second date, and certainly not live online…

doesn’t cheat on me:  Ah, cheating.  This is a painful one to think about for several reasons.  I have been cheated on and it was terrible.  When I discovered it, I felt a burning in my chest and my heart raced for days.  I was furious and cried daily for a month.  To make matters worse, he didn’t sleep with her.  He wrote her emails, shared poetry, called her and they saw each other behind my back.  It wasn’t a one time fling based on sex, but a budding romance.  Somehow that hurt more.  (However, I thank him for respecting my body and not sleeping with us both and giving me an STD or something.)  Another problem is the definition of cheating…  Is it just about sex?  Or does being attracted to someone else constitute cheating?  What about flirting?  What about online relationships?  The dictionary says:
cheat      
Informal To be sexually unfaithful: cheat on a spouse.

But I think cheating is not just a bout sex, but has to do with matters of the heart too.  I have a friend I care for deeply who lives far away, but we write and call each other often.  We talk about our work, school, family and friends.  In general this is not cheating.  I have a whole network of friends who I call and write to often.  I like keeping in touch with people.  However, I believe that how I feel about him may constitute cheating.  I feel very attracted and close to him despite the distance.  I look forward to his emails and calls.  This is one complexity of our modern world, because of communications technology, monogamy has taken on a new meaning.  I know people who “cheat” on their partner in cyberspace.  It’s too easy to do.  So I have to decide if I need to stop writing my friend or if there is a way to stay in contact but not have it be romantic.  Can I write him?  What about looking at his BLOG?  Or should I break off all contact and try not the think about him?  What do you all think? 

smells ok (doesn’t smell gross; keeps clean):  I bathe regularly.  I think I smell ok… Maybe I’ll try to be more aware of how I smell, just to be sure.  If need be I could use perfume, but I don’t know what he likes.

doesn’t criticize or complain too much, especially about things I do:  This shouldn’t be too hard.  I can occasionally be critical, but mostly about things I think are unjust, like governmental policies or favoritism in the classroom, rather than individuals or their actions.

non judgmental:  I try to be non-judgmental.  In fact, once a friend was complaining about a teacher he thought was terrible, and I commented, “Well, yeah, he’s a little difficult, but I still like him as a person.”  My friend responded, “That doesn’t count, you like everyone.”  He was right.  I do like almost everyone I meet.

not overly obsessive about things:  OK, I’m a bit obsessive, especially about my artwork.  I spend hours on it and when I’m in the middle of a big project, it’s pretty much all I think about.  I question everything and mull over every detail endlessly.  Sometimes I worry that my friends find me boring because I have a one track mind, and it’s set on repeat.  So I will try my best to not to obsess.  But I have to be honest, I’m not sure I can do that, even for just a couple of months.

not paranoid:  I am not paranoid.  In fact, I think many of my family, friends and colleagues would prefer it if I was little more fearful about the big bad world out there.

If she has had a mental illness, she has been treated for it and it is not noticeable:  I do not have a mental illness and I’ve been to therapy when I’ve had hard times in my life and needed someone outside of the situation to listen to me and give advice.  I always say ‘I won the brain chemistry lotto!’  My family has a number of mental illnesses like schizophrenia, depression, alcoholism, and anxiety.  Remarkably, I am a healthy, happy person.  I do tend to obsess a bit about my projects and I sometimes get anxious, but nothing unmanageable.

not too bossy:  To tell the truth, I can be bossy.  I’ve made a lot of progress over the years.  I try to phrase things in a questioning rather than authoritative way.  When I had my first live in relationship, I realized that he did not have the same cleanliness standards as I, so I said, “Listen, I’m not your mother, so I’m not going to clean up after you.  But I’m not going to live in a messy house either!  So why don’t we split up the chores. I’ll clean the kitchen, you clean the bathroom and we’ll both clean the livingroom.”  Then I made an instruction list of how to clean the bathroom and posted it on the bathroom wall.  Sigh… I was impossibly young.  I would never do that now.  Hopefully we’d have a conversation about it rather than a monologue from me.  I’ll work harder on not being bossy.

doesn’t consider herself right all the time, able to compromise:  Unfortunately, I do think I’m right most of the time, but I am always willing to listen to someone else’s point of view and admit it when I’m wrong.  I am pretty good at compromising.  I like to make compromises and find good solutions where everyone is happy.  Then again, sometimes that’s just not possible.  I’ll work on questioning myself more rather than asserting my opinion.

stands up for and defends the ones she cares about:  I almost always stand up for the ones I love or even for strangers if I perceive an injustice.  In grade school, I remember standing up for others which invariably made me the target of people’s cruelty.  It was worth it.

responsible: I pay my bills on time, do my chores, keep in touch with friends and family, and follow through on my promises.  However, I am horribly bad with dates, names and times.  So, I am always late with birthday and Christmas gifts.  I am also terrible with car and electronic maintenance.  Fortunately, or unfortunately, my car died (I ran over a rock right before entering the long line across the border to the US and all the oil poured out of my engine before I could even pull over… sort of my fault, sort of not.)  So now I don’t have to worry about being irresponsible in that regard.  But I can focus on being better about birthdays and maintenance.

junior college grad or higher:  Got this covered.  I am currently getting my masters.  I also have a BA, a PostBacc, and an Art School Diploma.  I sometimes wonder if I’ve spent too much time in school…

likes movies, video games, stories, fitness, art:  I like movies, stories, fitness and art.  I’ll have to work on the video games.  I am a little addicted to Spider Solitaire, but I don’t think that really qualifies as a video game.  Maybe I can find out which ones he likes and try those.  Or maybe my nephew can give me some pointers.  He loves video games and might know some games I’d really like.  Does Tetris count?

has a positive attitude:  At times, I think I might be too positive.  I’ve been accused of being a cheerleader.  Although, they assured me that they meant it in a nice way, like happy, positive and cheerful.

likes people, is a people person, sociable:  This is also no problem.  I really love interacting with everybody, including friends, family, the cleaning staff at school, my faculty, some scraggly guy at the bus stop who wanted to talk about photography, my students, people I’ve worked with or for, random strangers, acquaintances, people online, and just about anyone, anywhere, anytime as long as they are nice and treat me with respect.

doesn’t mind shy or sometimes quiet guys:  As I said, I love interacting with everyone.  Sometimes I’m intimidated by really shy people, because I’m afraid I’m boring or overwhelming them… But I find shy and quiet people are often more insightful and interesting when they do speak.

likes to talk about a variety of different things, is generally not at a loss for words:   I have this covered.  As well as being interested in everyone, I am interesting in just about everything.  And love to talk about everyone and everything.

doesn’t like illegal activity:  Generally, I don’t like illegal activity.  When I was little I had a friend who stole candy all the time.  We’d leave a store and she’d say, “I took this.”  And I’d say, “That’s not right.  You have to take that back!”  I’m still very much that little girl.  However, I have softened my position on what other people do.  As long as it doesn’t hurt anyone else, I try not to judge.  I understand that people come from different circumstances.  Also, some laws are wrong, and it is not the person who is at fault, but the law.  But I can harden my view again and stick to the laws when it comes to my likes and dislikes.

doesn’t do drugs and doesn’t like alcohol:  I assume he means illegal drugs.  I can honestly say I’ve never taken an illegal drug.  Partly for moral reasons when I was growing up, and because my friends didn’t smoke, drink or take illegal drugs.  Honestly, it didn’t really occur to me to try stuff.  I do drink, and I like alcohol, especially a nice nip of single malt scotch or a glass of red wine with dinner.  But it isn’t a constant or important part of my life.  I will abstain from drinking, but I’m not sure I can convince myself that I don’t “like alcohol.”

doesn’t smoke except maybe a cigar a few times a year:  I have never smoked, but I can try a cigar if that is important.

when she gets to know me, she likes what she finds, then:  Because I like just about everyone I meet, I feel certain that I will like what I find.  As for love…

loves me:  This might be  tough.  First, what does it mean to “love” someone?  I love my family dearly.  I love my friends, even when they irritate me.  I love quirky strangers who seem to have a certain style, attitude or way of moving through the world.  I love the people who drift in and out of my world.  I love life and the people in it.  But I think he means romantic love.  I’m not sure I will honestly feel romantic love for him.  Can you convince your heart to love someone?  What is love really?  The dictionary says:
love
–verb (used with object)
15. to have love or affection for: All her pupils love her. 
16. to have a profoundly tender, passionate affection for (another person). 
17. to have a strong liking for; take great pleasure in: to love music. 
18. to need or require; benefit greatly from: Plants love sunlight. 
19. to embrace and kiss (someone), as a lover. 
20. to have sexual intercourse with. 

I’ll post my TO DO LIST soon!

-Your Perfect Woman

When I got this message from Alan, I felt relieved.  He seems very nice, open and understanding.  I like that he said, ”my description of the perfect woman is more of a fantasy than an expectation.”  However, now I’m in the dilemma that many people face.  I know what he really likes, but then he says he has no expectations.  That leaves me in the difficult position of deciding what he really wants.  It’s a little like saying, ”Wow, Jennifer sure is a hottie!  Oh, honey, don’t worry.  You’re fine just the way you are…” 

That’s OK, but I’m just not sure what that will mean as I attempt to be “perfect.”

I’m also intrigued by his request for me to describe my perfect man.  As this project has unfolded, it’s brought up that question for me many times.  What is my perfect man?  I’d like to think it is all sterling qualities and not about looks, but as I looked back on all the men I’ve dated, they’ve been at least my height or taller and physically fit with dark hair and eyes.  So, obviously looks are a factor.  But really we are visual creatures in a visual culture.

Anyway, I want to give this some serious thought and will have to describe my perfect man in a separate post. 

-Your Perfect Woman

WINNING SUBMISSION: Hopeful

Hopeful: votes = 29

December 27th, 2007

I want her to be beautiful, which means

(on the outside):

thin or athletic,

weighs less than 150 lbs

big boobs, like Jennifer Anniston,

nice face, like Jennifer Anniston, Heather Locklear, Molly Ringwald,
Liv Tyler or Serena Altschul,

hair and eye color doesn’t matter as long as she has hair and eyes,

hair is around shoulder length or longer

she isn’t crosseyed

around age 30,

at least 5′ tall,

has no kids, but wants them with me,

is not disabled

(on the inside):

likes to touch, hug, kiss, hold hands; cuddling is ok,

means it when we touch, kiss, hold hands, cuddle, have sex, etc.,

cares about my feelings, my mental and physical health,

likes sex and intimacy with me,

doesn’t cheat on me,

smells ok (doesn’t smell gross; keeps clean),

doesn’t criticize or complain too much, especially about things I
do,

non judgemental,

not overly obsessive about things,

not paranoid,

If she has had a mental illness, she has been treated for it and it
is not noticable,

not too bossy,

doesn’t consider herself right all the time, able to compromise,

stands up for and defends the ones she cares about,

responsible,

junior college grad or higher,

likes movies, video games, stories, fitness, art,

has a positive attitude,

likes people, is a people person, sociable,

doesn’t mind shy or sometimes quiet guys,

likes to talk about a variety of different things, is generally not
at a loss for words,

doesn’t like illegal activity,

doesn’t do drugs and doesn’t like alcohol

doesn’t smoke except maybe a cigar a few times a year

when she gets to know me, she likes what she finds, then

loves me.

WHAT THIS MEANS FOR ME:

I am going to assess everything he asked for and then try to develop an entire persona based on what he said.  I will do this to the best of my abilities and you are all invited to make comments and give suggestions.  Thanks for you participation!

-Your Perfect Woman

The winner will be announced on February 25th. 

# of Visits to this site since voting began = 3532
# of Total Votes  = 118
# of Votes for the top submission = 29

TOP 3 SUBMISSIONS:

Hopeful = 29 votes
Justme = 26 votes
Sprockets = 15 votes 

The voting is closed.  I will contact the top three selections on February 22nd.  They have 24 hours to respond.  If the 1st selection agrees to participate, I will begin the transformation into their perfect woman.   If they do not agree, I will go to the 2nd on the list, and so on.

Thanks for your participation,

-Your Perfect Woman

Hello and welcome to the Perfect Woman Project.

Perfect Woman doesn’t exist yet.  She is a blank slate waiting for your input.  Once the submissions are in, everyone has voted and the “Perfect Woman” has been selected, this BLOG will come alive with her thoughts and feelings.  She will share her excitement as the day approaches when she will meet and date her man…

Stay Tuned!

-Your Perfect Woman