tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731934403516544372024-03-19T20:43:27.984-07:00A Girl's Gotta Eat!A twenty something young professional woman, single, moving into a new city takes on the task of going on as many blind dates as she possibly can and attempting to survive to tell about them - and get free dinner! Tales of the crazy, insane, unusual and pathetic are to be expected and shared.
So if you are a single woman who has been on a blind date in her life - comment and share it with the rest of us - let us experience those moments when we think "no wonder you are single!"A Girl's Gotta Eathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15940183498735810176noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173193440351654437.post-8933376731693660152011-04-27T07:47:00.000-07:002011-04-27T07:54:31.561-07:00Social Dick ExperimentLittle Preview of the Social Dick Experiment I have been doing the last few months.<br />
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Pretty much finding different guys with different personalities and doing all the cliche things people tell us to do when we like someone and documenting the results. Here is a list of the subjects:<br />
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1: The overachiever, money hungry, business metro man (read: think he is gay...maybe?? maybe not?? I mean he is loaded who cares if he is gay)<br />
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2: The computer geek; stable, mellow, likes to play video games man (read: won't cheat and probably knows how to build a new deck on your house)<br />
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3: The hipster artsy, rebellious, free spirited, significantly damaged man (read: everyone loves them and will do whatever they want when they want dammit!)<br />
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4: The insecure, emotionally damaged, family issues and still in love with their first girlfriend man (read: "I can fix him" because I need to be needed....oh and he likes to cuddle while watching movies)<br />
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5: The local celebrity, slut, cheating entertainer man (read: women only like him because he is emotionally unavailable and sexually available)<br />
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...let's see how each of them stood up to my experiment....<br />
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To be continued....<br />
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<3 AGG2EatA Girl's Gotta Eathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15940183498735810176noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173193440351654437.post-9905056710633593482011-04-21T21:00:00.000-07:002011-04-24T20:37:59.339-07:00I haven't had sex in over a year.So I have done some crazy things. This is my year in review...(a little late, just like me!)<br />
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I love hearing the positives and negatives of my idea and creating this blog. I am and always will be an open book on most topics. Though, when you hit a nerve - you know it. Love me or hate me, you are still talking about me - that is the point of entertainment...yes, I know putting your life and details out there may be controversial to some, and seem narcissistic to others, thats ok to think that....because it is. That is why you read it. That is why I write it - because other people won't. <br />
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I also know people can relate, which is what I want.<br />
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So back to me again. Duh - like I said - the whole idea behind this is narcissistic.<br />
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Being on my fair share of blind dates - some of which I haven't even spoke about yet (oh, they get betterrrrrrrrrr...think, body fluid..oh yes), I started to realize I finally am starting to know the characteristics in a person that matter to me, thinking about situations that might not necessarily seem like the moments that would define a person - but I think they do. Like making sure the bartender knows I am allergic to whiskey - do you want me to breakout in hives? no! So if you are ordering me a shot and you make the effort multiple times, even as she is walking away to say "anything, but NOT canadian whiskey!!" I notice. I like that.<br />
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This self relfection has been the product of a ridiculous look at the real reasons I am single, other than the fact I am 'one of the guys' and always the friend - I don't tell people when I like them...and when I do, I get to scared to follow through. As most probably assume and conclude, my emotions are very damanged, defeated and guarded. After what I have been through I see letting people, men I am attracted to specifically, as a weakness - because clearly I have bad taste as seen in previous relationships. <br />
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But enough serious crap - I am moving past it all - an open book - I mean its not like I walked in on my ex humping my miniture scotish terrier wearing a kilt and playing bag pipes! Because THAT would be fucked up!<br />
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So I need your help - here is a little laundry list of things I have been thinking about would make a great guy, things they might do that I might not specifically express that I notice or it makes me happy, but they do, someone who:<br />
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<li>Selflessness: Will fire up the frying pan at 3 am after the bar to make guacamole fresh. Just tossin' in some spices and oils and peppers...cutting fresh avocados...I mean really, who the fuck has avocados in their kitchen? Seriously?! Now even sweeter would be if they scooped a chip out for me because the bowl was too far...but now I am dreaming.</li>
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<li>Open Minded: Not afraid to try something totally new and random: yes cliche - but I really mean it. If we are headed out to a bar and you ask where I want to go, I am going to say "I don't care" because I really don't - if I am in good company no matter where we go can be fun. Hell if we play our cards right and you can make friends with the bartender and the crazy guy who has to clean the bar because he has an overdue tab...those are the things I find enjoyable and hilarious - I want a guy who can make entertainment out of any situation we are in or with the people we meet...again...dreaming.</li>
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<li>Respect: another cliche one, but if you are going to invite me over to watch a movie and don't put the moves on me, I am probably going to respect you more especially if you get in touch with me again, even if it is a lame movie like Get Em to The Greek, it doesn't matter - here is a secret - I am not really paying attention to the movie, if I come over to watch it - you can assume I like you :)</li>
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<li>Spontaneous: I want a guy who isn't afraid to have a snowball fight/war in the middle of a bar, only to come back inside soaking wet to offer me his coat to stay warm while I dance off the snow with my killer moves. And when my hair curls from getting wet and my make up melts off my face, he still thinks I look hot...ugh...too much to ask?</li>
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<li>Passion: I am an independent person, so I want someone who is passionate about something in their life that keeps them occupied, and that they can talk to me about, but also someone who can take the time out of their busy day to see if I am feeling any better from the day before, or check in on me randomly when he knows I had a bad day. Someone who selflessly offers himself as a sounding board and always seems to have the perfect thing to say.</li>
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<li>Choice of music: I love music. We have to mesh on our musical preferences atleast to a point. I want someone who I can sit in a car with for an hour, just listening to the most ridiculous band, rocking out after a night at the bar. I want to feel comfortable enough to sing infront of them and smash my air symbol when the chorus picks up. I notice when that can happen - I like it - and if you are into vinyl, even doper.</li>
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<li>Someone worth waiting for.........I have met quite a few of men since the inception of this idea..over 4 dozen, in addition to the hundreds of friends/colleagues/aquantences I meet each year...but when I meet someone that I respect, admire and am sexually attracted to....and I finally say, 'I would wait for him'...I know I am in trouble. I, of anyone, should value and respect the value in finding 'self' before you commit to 'us'. So if someone is on a path related to education or career that will take them places I may not be able to follow...and I am ok with that...I know I am hooked. Even more so, if I meet someone who I can respect and value their position in life and the need to explore before they settle...I don't mind...live your life, because I am not going to stop living mine. </li>
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Sappy and disgusting and makes you want to vomit right??? I am helpless with this task :)<br />
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I am proud because I feel I am past my crazy bitch, jealous, teenager stage and now understanding and carefree...<br />
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I'm fucked though - cause guys only want the crazy bitches.<br />
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AGG2Eat <3A Girl's Gotta Eathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15940183498735810176noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173193440351654437.post-17158877651557119842011-04-09T15:08:00.000-07:002011-04-09T15:08:03.204-07:00I Like to Be Naked...<div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUVBKGTnf3IfnFpij3tsqd9lrXvLnhAUjk1m0apQw5JKku1Xn_Bg4GA8JVwv96i7uw2ylyRNuBPvCGxsgo9IrIkvbuBF1O_0yvDndmTLpASerH1AboSa9Zsh7MrcLaWY13hd9IqAUcN-4/s1600/avoid-these-unless-you-want-to-look-like-this-guy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUVBKGTnf3IfnFpij3tsqd9lrXvLnhAUjk1m0apQw5JKku1Xn_Bg4GA8JVwv96i7uw2ylyRNuBPvCGxsgo9IrIkvbuBF1O_0yvDndmTLpASerH1AboSa9Zsh7MrcLaWY13hd9IqAUcN-4/s400/avoid-these-unless-you-want-to-look-like-this-guy.jpg" width="381" /></a></div>Guy 9: Joseph</div></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Age: 32</div></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Kids: no, he does not, but when he does he wants them to start drinking wine at age 9, because 'that is what is wrong with today's youth'</div></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Status: divorced...</div></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Employment: rapper, artist, linguist, architect, landscaper, bartender, antique furniture builder, appraiser, designer, sculptor, dancer, writer, poet, traveler, movie critic, UPS delivery man, personal trainer, dog lover, vagina master, wild lion tamer....jesus. he is jesus.</div></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Height: 6'2" </div></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Eyes: light blue</div></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Hair: you know that thin blonde hair that looks like little spikes on-top of a shiny bald head because they put the gel in their hair directly after the shower when their hair is wet? 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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Reasons I didn't like him: OK - seriously, don't tell me you have never had a date that was hot until they opened their mouth. And not just because they had bad teeth (which this one did) but because they ruin all that physical beauty and potential for great sex by carrying on the most mundane and irrelevant conversation....oh! and not to mention they talk about themselves for 3 hours straight. I wanted to be like DUDE SHUT UP! Women like mystery, secrets and damaged men. Don't even say you don't ladies. We love a man who we feel like we can nurture and care for. The more wounded the better. It is how we feel validated. Especially if you are from my generation, where our parents might have been one of the last to subscribe to the 'stay at home wife' lifestyle - we find some value in providing for our men.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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So we ate, had drinks...and he told me he loves tequila...I asked why of course. He said cause it gets him drunk and he does crazy things. Naturally I was interested in the crazy and asked what it was...'I get naked...mostly. Like last weekend I danced at a club with a group of cougars, on a bachelorette party...it was sweet.' ahahhah eheeeeeiiiiiI!!!1!yyyehhhhhhhhaaaaahahahaheeeee (insert annoying hyena laugh).<br />
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Dude likes to get crazy and get naked? ohhh ok. To which he then proceeds to inform me he has spent his entire life mastering eating a girl out. <br />
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Maybe I am crazy, cause that does not make my vagina wet. Does that turn on other women? On the first date a dude telling you he mastered the skill of carpet munching? To me it just means he will do it to just anyone....which I don't want. Maybe sluts what that. I don't that. I don't get it..what is the point of saying that? Then, to top it off, he did some crazy one eyebrow raise and licked his lips....Yep - that was the moment he went from an 8 to 2 two.<br />
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So I took a shot of tequila, smiled and enjoyed the rest of my evening.<br />
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I had fun. I always have fun. But What the fuck is wrong with men out there?<br />
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Here's to hoping the next one saves the clit licking talk until date 2.<br />
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Love,<br />
The girl who needs a hearing test after this date.<br />
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</div>A Girl's Gotta Eathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15940183498735810176noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173193440351654437.post-60501189345278895492011-03-27T20:20:00.000-07:002011-03-27T20:24:12.799-07:00You Make My Vagina Dry TOB<div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Guy 8: TOB</div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Age: 27</div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Kids: didn't care to ask</div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Status: who fucking knows...he was making out with some chick at the end of the night</div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Employment: oh...student, but not really..but kinda</div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Height: Couldn't tell you, never got out of my stool </div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Eyes: Don't care</div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Hair: balddd</div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Build: Stalky...obese </div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Outfit: Some tshirt and jeans....but really I don't care...</div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">First impression: Dude...</div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Blonde Date Blondie Rating: Even though this wasn't actually a date...I still give it a 0</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Date #2?: oh helllll No.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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So how I ended up where I ended up is not important. Leave it to 3 best friends from elementary school to guarantee a great night. Sum it up to free drinks and shots from the bartender all night. Guess he liked crazy sarcastic bitches. Let’s fast forward to the end of the night, when all parties other than myself had departed and I was joined by a close guy friend. Yes, I was joined by a man at 2am at a bar, that I was not going to fuck. He is just a friend. I am sure at some point in our friendship one of us wanted to throw each other over into a downward dog pose or make ear muffs out of their legs, but it’s just never gonna happen. Well, lets be honest, if we both had been drunk that might have happened. But it wasn’t and it didn’t. Just two adult human beings sitting at the end of a bar – drinking water. <br />
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Then my friend leaves to use the restroom…and ZOOM! Tall, overweight bald man approaches…asking if I want shots. No I say, I do not want shots, but I am not rude, as I never am. He then proceeds to tell me how he is technically considered a Freshman at college (he is 27), but realistically he is a sophomore, because he took classes before he entered the military for 4 years and returned, and the college he attends now will not accept any of the credits he obtained from his 1.5 years prior to the military. OK. <br />
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I never asked if he was in school. But I understand, he clearly thinks I am attractive (thank you beer goggles!) and had enough balls to approach me while I was there, with another man. Great. I understand, I appreciate a man’s effort and obviously understand the trials with dating, but dude, don’t sit there for 7 minutes (I know because my friend was texting me drunken lyrics of ‘sweet Caroline’ so the time kept showing) and tell me about yourself and how awesome you are. Try and ask me how awesome I am! (duh) <br />
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So my friend returns, haven’t seen him in over 4 months prior to tonight, so we are trying to catch up – well yep, nope impossible because TOB (Tall obese Bald) man keeps interrupting. Then TOB asks me if I want to come over and meet his friends. What?? Why the fuck would I want to meet your friends. I am not dating you, I will not date you, I do not need to know your friends and more importantly, I am not going to the parade with you tomorrow. Why want to introduce me to your friends, because I might end up finding one of them more interesting than you. Are you trying show me off to them….like ‘oh daddy, look what I found! Can I keep it!’ Like ew. <br />
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But anyways. He leaves. But comes back. An hour later my friend walks away to use the restroom again. He comes up asking “can I introduce you to my friends”. No dude. Now you are creeping me out. Then he asks “why aren’t’ you drinking” to that I say, I am a responsible individual and I have to drive (when really I was thinking I’ll order my own shit because I don’t want to run the possibility of you roofing me.) <br />
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Then I get pissed. He has the balls to ridicule my guy friend for not drinking. To that I respond, “really, it is fucking dumb that someone is at a bar not drinking. Have you even considered the fact maybe there is a valid reason he is not drinking at the bar. How about the issue of growing up with an alcoholic father who beat you, and being a mature adult he is able to recognize the trait and not want to become the same person, but yet he values friendship enough to stay up late to catch up with me. And I having suffered the loss of friends/family to drunk driving will not get behind the wheel if I know I have had too much to drink. You are right TOB, my friend is lame for not drinking, because if he was he might have a slight possibility of being as big of a douchebag as you.”<br />
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I smiled, took a sip of my ice-cold lemon water and swiveled the other way on stool. <br />
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Douche bag. <br />
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Think he got the point I didn’t want to meet his friends? <br />
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My friend came back from the restroom wondering why everyone at the end of the bar was starring at me…I just said “can you blame them?” <br />
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Here’s to hoping TOB didn’t roofie some poor unwilling soul and learns some manners. I don’t fucking get guys these days! <br />
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Love, <br />
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The girl who doesn’t take shit from douchebags when you insult my friends J <br />
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<div></div>A Girl's Gotta Eathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15940183498735810176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173193440351654437.post-85655357342556905822011-03-16T20:28:00.000-07:002011-03-16T20:28:57.680-07:00The Other Girl..PT 2<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I sit in meetings all day, at my desk, on my couch watching tv, out to lunch with my girlfriends and I think. I sit a lot. Anywhere, everywhere I sit I always end up thinking about the fact that I am single. In any conversation, presentation or observation there is a moment of my life that I wish I could share with someone else. There are things I see I want to tell someone about, there are feelings I have I want to discuss with someone. I have friends. I have lots of friends. But I wish I had a partner. Someone who is passionate about his life, career and friends. So maybe that is why I fell for the guy with girlfriend. And then got over him, in a week…but still. I admit I did it. But I got to thinking why did I like a guy I knew who had a girlfriend?</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmz8RNSEw27rcGQ20tH5Ecwo6b5MYK3OV61sZ65hYKcYsDB1p87YYiCJigk9X5wHcK3HhHg8pV-Xh4oZpv2XC8Q1_hMIodBS2Zll95jyjMp5dVv5tod2SJC3Tss2owgss27aeC-s9hCIs/s1600/happy_man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmz8RNSEw27rcGQ20tH5Ecwo6b5MYK3OV61sZ65hYKcYsDB1p87YYiCJigk9X5wHcK3HhHg8pV-Xh4oZpv2XC8Q1_hMIodBS2Zll95jyjMp5dVv5tod2SJC3Tss2owgss27aeC-s9hCIs/s320/happy_man.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">You know the more I think about it – I am drawn to him because I love his enthusiasm, his zest for life – passion for his career, and oddly the sexiest trait in a man to me is someone who maintains their crazy character in any situation and is passionate about what they do. I don’t mind a man who will spend more time at a bar talking to friends or the owner instead of me, because I do that. I don’t mind a man who might not be next to me the entire night, but his eyes are never left from my smile as I laugh at a friends joke across the room. He might not be next to me, but he is aware and confident in himself and me.</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">That’s what I like about guys like him. They don’t need me to happy. They have a reason to life and live it - and they have a way with a room – and I happen to be the lucky one in that room they are thinking about. And I want that. To be the one in the room they love. I want to be the person who they might not need to make them happy – but the one they want to share in their happy with them. That’s what I want to be. Someone’s happy.</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Not the other girl. You know there is always an instant when you start dating someone who you know has a girlfriend, that you clearly think/hope they will leave the other person for you. But would you really want that man if he is a cheater?</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I can understand a man who wants to cheat on his girlfriend and claims he doesn’t really care about her, as fucked up as that sounds, I have very good guy friends who confide in me about things, so I hear both sides - but if that man liked me he wouldn’t ask me to change his name, profession and appearance on my blog if he didn’t actually care if his girlfriend found out we kissed. If you don’t care about your simple relationship with your ‘on off girl friend’ who ‘if she broke up with you, you would not care’ because ‘you are both looking for other people’ and ‘know that the other is dating’, then you shouldn’t get nervous when you start dating someone who you know writes a blog about her dating experience and say she has to change your name and profession if you write about him..shady! Other than your girlfriend, there couldn’t be another reason for you to be so cautious.</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I get torn still even knowing this. I like him because he makes me feel special and relates to my thoughts and passion. I don’t like men who are just like everyone else. I want an outside of the box, right brained, ADD, a carefree caring freak. Someone who is different, and special to me. But if I made him feel as special as he says I do, he wouldn’t want to lose me, if not me, than that feeling he has when he is with me – and he would admit to himself, just as intensely as I do, that there is a possibility for finding someone who understands and accepts everything about you – good, bad, strange, old and new. I wish everyone, myself included, would stop with the fucking sob story that ‘happiness does not exist and because of past relationships breaking your fucking heart we assume there is no one out there that will understand you’…get over it and realize it can happen.</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Just do things to make yourself feel good. Flirt when you are out! I think flirting is great for a relationship – as long as the relationship has trust and honesty, flirting is the best way to keep the passion. Think about it – when you first met the person you are now in love with, there were those warm thoughts, caterpillars in your tummy and a confident glow about you that made you seem even more attractive. Because when people flirt with you back, you feel good about yourself. It is a shameless confidence booster.</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">We all need to be reminded, sometimes by strangers, of what a beautiful smile we have, or the wonderful laugh we have that fills a room, or eyes that are as blue as the sky. There should be absolutely nothing wrong with verbal flirting as long as you are confident and intelligent enough to know not to let it go any further. When you feel your best about yourself is when you give the best you to your partner. And sometimes after a long relationship – the spark can’t light the fire every night.</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I remember talking about it with an ex once and we agreed, flirting was OK with other people, because at the end of the night, we are going home together – and the thought of making the rest of the people jealous seeing how happy we were together was exciting. I don’t care when a boyfriend talks to another woman – woman should be flattered when other woman find their men attractive – just sit back, smile and know you are the lucky one who has him. Don’t get me wrong…I get protective, I want everyone to know he is mine….I also like when people are jealous he is mine <span style="font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> Just keep it honest, real and don’t close everyone else in the world out once you get into a relationship – and most importantly, don’t be a demanding, controlling jealous bitch. It is when you bring on jealousy, irrationality, and insecurity that he will want to be with the other woman. </div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Clearly this guy’s girlfriend wasn’t doing something that he found me, the other woman, to satisfy what was missing. Or he is a total douchebag – but I’m not sticking around long enough to find out that answer.</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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Date #2?: oh helllll No.<br />
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This was a guy who I had been talking to via text for a few weeks setting up a date, and blew off about 3 times. He lives in a town about 1.5 hours away so not that I really blew him off, but saved him the trip on days I wasn't 100% in the mood to be social. I was saving him from a bad date. Right....huh? See I am not a bitch. Either way, he was still so pathetic he accepted my offer to hang out on date 4. Finally.<br />
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I should have realized the red lights were flashing for a reason and stayed home all together.<br />
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Reasons I liked him: He had a sense of humor. He made me laugh...sometimes. But now that I look back on it, I might have been laughing at him, now with him. Oops.<br />
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Reasons I didn't like him: Well first of all - I was about 20 minutes late - work reasons. Wait, that isn't a reason to not like him....And I walked in to find him at the bar standing there, and my first assumption would be he had ordered himself a drink. Right? Wouldn't you think. Well no. He just stood there, taking up valuable bar space in the middle of a packed place, and didn't order a drink. But had one hand on the bar and the other on his hip as though he wanted to order a drink, or rather was pondering beckoning the bartender. But when I asked him he said he had just been standing there for 20 minutes. And what? fake looking like you want to order a drink?? I dunno, guess that makes me an alcoholic that I feel someone needs to be liquored up to meet me. Scratch that, clearly that makes me intolerable and I am the alcoholic. I'm never going to have a boyfriend.<br />
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So we sit down, order a beer - the place we went had a fine selection to pick from - whatever, I had the server pick mine. The conversation is not forced, but not fluent. We talk about work, and the city, why he lives where he lives....BELCH. What the fuck. Dude just full on burped in the middle of conversation. And this was before he had a sip of carbonated beer. Who does that? Why would you belch, loudly, the first time meeting someone. Obviously he was not interested in me, or his mama didn't raise him to be a gentleman. If he was funny, and enticing and we were having a grand old time and he did that - I'd laugh, I can get it sometimes. But this shit was straight up- may have burped up his lunch and swallowed it for the second time- type of disgusting belch. I swear I smelled grilled cheese for a good 10 seconds afterwards.<br />
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I am all about accepting life and our body have natural tendencies and actions we can not sometimes control, but atleast say excuse me. Nothing. Not an 'sorry', 'oops', 'aw shit I chugged a 2 liter bottle of pop before I met you out' or even a 'Buddy the Elf, what's your favorite color' reference. Just straight up burping disgustingness.<br />
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We order our food, I opted for the Mediterranean chicken to go along with my some sort of beer selection from my server, all while I am thinking up reasons I can't stay after for a drink and need to leave. <br />
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Now we all know I am up for a good time and will make fucking ice cream sundaes out of shit and piss, but there was no hope for this one 'cause I am convinced he was coked out of his mind. The head twitches, the sniffing, the fidgeting, the white powder around the rim of his nostril...I had an ex who used to do that shit behind my back and it is not attractive to me. Do it in your own time, not wasting mine. I couldn't stand it. It was like trying to have a conversation Willow Smith who kept whipping her hair back and forth. I was getting a headache just trying to maintain eye contact with him.<br />
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Then our dinner arrived. My Mediterranean chicken miraculously turned into Fish Tacos. Now, I had never had fish tacos in my life. Nor had I wanted to eat Fish Tacos that night. But I went with it, and tell ya, Fish Tacos are mighty tasty. The best part of my Fish Tacos, is that I ended up paying for them in the end. Literally. Doucher asked how I wanted to pay. Icing on the cake that this date was O.V.E.R. I through in my card, gave him the old 'thanks for a great time' and deleted his number.<br />
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Thinking after this date I won't only be eating more Fish Tacos for dinner, but might look into eating it for dessert from now on, if ya know what I mean. Hot Dogs and Sausage are becoming less and less appetizing to me.<br />
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Here's to hoping I don't date so many shitty guys I start questioning if I might actually be a lesbian.<br />
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Love,<br />
The Girl Who is Learning to Love Fish Tacos <3 :)</div></div>A Girl's Gotta Eathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15940183498735810176noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173193440351654437.post-12774649916731752352011-03-02T19:14:00.000-08:002011-03-02T19:14:37.570-08:00A SPAMMED commentFelt bad I was the only one who could read this comment because for some reason it was spammed???? wtf, this is a great one - I didn't even know that was possible to get a comment spammed - so I thought only fair to share some excerpts from it. Especially since it is clearly from someone who thinks they know who is writing this blog...I figured I owed it to them.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqlO4KY3dFoAbVGOaKcoJUYsI0sbHgiSgdwDyCpsvHG08NWyQUUj_N5Y3iRWwS82ENXdYkeg1Tt9K1aphuassfMEzBof20j0yM312q1DK7mGU5DHPZY97s-NTXCiHwdDe2IIVvyvIJ4KY/s1600/manYellingAtComputer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqlO4KY3dFoAbVGOaKcoJUYsI0sbHgiSgdwDyCpsvHG08NWyQUUj_N5Y3iRWwS82ENXdYkeg1Tt9K1aphuassfMEzBof20j0yM312q1DK7mGU5DHPZY97s-NTXCiHwdDe2IIVvyvIJ4KY/s1600/manYellingAtComputer.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;">---Stop pitying yourself for always liking the guy you can't have. Why don't you start feeling some remorse, and think about the not other girl, aka the GIRLFRIEND. This one post has shown the world your true colors. You aren't this strong, independent, woman who says "fuck the world, I am my own person and I own who I am." You are the OTHER WOMAN. Who is the other woman? A pathetic, pushover, who allows herself to be used, and allows herself to buy into the belief that he really cares about you. Haven't you said yourself, if he really cared, he wouldn't treat you like shit? He isn't testing you. He is using you. And you are freely allowing it. Self-induced emotional masochism at its finest. Why don't you actually grow a pair, get some </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="">self-esteem, tell this guy to fuck off, and stop feeling bad for yourself. No one has a pity party for the other woman.---</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;"><span class=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well, glad they got that off their chest! The only thing I will defend, is I do not pity myself. I am just writing. And yes, I know I am writing about things most people don't like, but I am not afraid to acknowledge certain dating issues. I do not expect, give nor feel any pity. Just being honest. I hope everyone does not get that confused with the objective behind this blog. </span></span></span><br />
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<span class=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;">Unfortunately for them, and myself, I will probably go on more dates. I will probably like more men. I will most likely make stupid mistakes. I will do things I regret. I will say things that don't make sense. I will follow my heart before I listen to my head. I will make decisions that will not seem like the right ones after the fact and that many will have </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;">opinions</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;"> about. I will fall in love again. I will be heart broken again. I'm just living my life. I'm just being real. </span></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Back to the point - After you dated a few people, and you went on a few dates, you then entered the ‘relationship’ ‘going out’ stage, which summed up to monogamy. This is at the only point when I am with someone care for, that I will consider sex. (mom, admit it, you know I am not a virgin – you read my secret diary too many times even pretend like you think I haven’t had sex). My long story short, is that dating to me is the non-monogamous point of a relationship, each party I am dating should not be concerned I am sleeping with someone else, and it really is for me to find out who I would want to share my time, and vagina with. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Like any business owner will tell you of it’s employees, “it has to be a good fit for both of us.” Which means I think dating is also a time when guys could be seeing multiple people, and being included in their mix, sooner or later they may realize they have lost their appetite for learning about me. I am ok with that. That is what dating is about. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">My point to this defensive description is that I am willing to finally talk about one of the good dates I have been on. Hoping there is no judgment passed that though I may see this individual frequently, I will continue to go on blind dates.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Let me rewind. In all honesty there has not been a date at all. Simply two individuals drawn to eachother by madness and intrigue. Have you ever met someone like that in your life, that you are so similar to- you fear it could destroy you? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnTv_NT56Le-4uuUjOVXQ8ikGbkFWFeZ7_Yzc6NbSpv_-wQB5_-rtlrKMXo4taE-DdmxVEXM5zMl7xEJOLydQoBgcNZlEX4YF1gFO2Q6kQwyWdAqh3H_X4v96OJ6bTVRw4rAhl9CgGlMk/s1600/z213378355.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnTv_NT56Le-4uuUjOVXQ8ikGbkFWFeZ7_Yzc6NbSpv_-wQB5_-rtlrKMXo4taE-DdmxVEXM5zMl7xEJOLydQoBgcNZlEX4YF1gFO2Q6kQwyWdAqh3H_X4v96OJ6bTVRw4rAhl9CgGlMk/s320/z213378355.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Although I don’t think he is as attentive to everyone that he is to me, I find my self starting to realize I am falling into ‘the other girl’ category. You guessed it, he has a girlfriend. Which, being an adult and knowing that ahead of time I will accept any criticism for, because as I stated, I was aware of it ahead of time. Dr. Phil might even say I continued to pursue my interest because I knew he was unattainable. Fuck my life.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">It is not the presence of the girlfriend in this situation that has ruffled me. We have been in public three times in the last 2 weeks – exchanging intimate touches and kisses, and I have no problem admitting to anyone he has a girifriend. Listen to this…he had the audacity to say to me, “I get jealous thinking of you going on all these blind dates, but who am I to say that because I have a girlfriend” – I am testing him and he is testing me - </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL70zLdnQr6OUaQLFJaBIoT_-pwNWk2npSAB2hvUmPuWdpWSGoVKk4_fcPIHEdGOdQ0q4KU2NrehHd6Ey-GxqZMVyxpIdMVV3qjNxJ2HGPO07W-Hb5YPCO6lGkmn4VmG5DP5sZWNrPQqo/s1600/hands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL70zLdnQr6OUaQLFJaBIoT_-pwNWk2npSAB2hvUmPuWdpWSGoVKk4_fcPIHEdGOdQ0q4KU2NrehHd6Ey-GxqZMVyxpIdMVV3qjNxJ2HGPO07W-Hb5YPCO6lGkmn4VmG5DP5sZWNrPQqo/s1600/hands.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">At what point do you go from being interested in someone, to completely becoming ‘the other girl’. As irrational as it may sound – I understand how men and women cheat on boyfriends. With ridiculous line fed to you like “her and I are on and off for years” or “my situation” is different. Which ironically I completely understand. Insecure people need to keep simple people around to feel balanced and grounded. And they tend to be the ones who are strive for the great love – the one they write stories about. Then there is the “she knows I am seeing other people” line – that seems somewhat plausible considering he is willing to be seen in public with me and introduce me to people – but I know it is still bull shit. In all honesty I have summed it up to them being porn starts or swingers. Hey – I’ll try anything once (sorry dad)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">So whatever – I am the other girl. First for everything. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">More to come on this guy later…there are SOOO many stories….haha.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Here’s to hoping I get slapped in the face for this one and wake up.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Love,</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">The Girl Who constantly likes guys she can’t have so she inevitably will be angry and single </div>A Girl's Gotta Eathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15940183498735810176noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173193440351654437.post-2348729778066130552011-02-20T19:59:00.001-08:002011-02-20T19:59:55.141-08:00You must be "this" tall to ride this ride<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Guy 2: Matthew</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Age: 32 – so he said. ha</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Kids: 0</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Status: Single</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Employment: ‘self employed’ aka laid off and can’t find a job…</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Height: maybe…..maybbbeeeeee pushing 5’2”</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eyes: I have no fucking clue, it was dark in the bar</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hair: Almost military buzz – made me realize how much I miss the fo-mo</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Build: As nice as a 5’2” man can look – I really need to remember to check height requirements before these dates to determine reality of wearing heels.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Outfit: Great jacket, cool scarf, hot jeans, classic shoes…well done sir.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">First impression: Yep, his head looks too small for his body.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Blonde Date Blondie Rating: 4 … probably the best date I have gone on so far…in only that there was actually a real conversation that took place…too bad he didn’t make my vagina wet. </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Date #2?: nope…</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; 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</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So this was actually a set up by a colleague. A nice woman I work with, who apparently might have a crush on me, told me that I needed to meet her friend Matt. She said he had the same sense of humor, sharp wit and sarcastic stories to tell about dating. If you can’t tell by now, I am up for anything. She could of told me he wanted to take me skydiving and I would have been asking if he will be straddling my back when I jump or some hot muscular stranger. Hmm…I kinda wanna go skydiving now.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyways, I said yes to the date, he was polite, called me, we set a time to get drinks….and I ditched him. Opps! He had texted me on a Tuesday, asking to get drinks on Thursday and in my head I said yes. I was excited, I didn’t have any plans for Thursday. Well, apparently I never told him that and texted him back. Until I remembered that Saturday I was supposed to have plans with him. “I never wrote you back” I said to him, and his reply was a simple “nope”. Normally I wouldn’t have cared, I fucked up and clearly we were not meant to see eachother. Only this was different, it was a friend of a friend. I was doing her a favor – I could just hear the conversation between them about me if I didn’t meet him…”that stuck up bitch”. </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ended up not being like that at all. I spoke with my colleague about it the following week, expressing my sincere apologies for blowing him off and she kindly said, “I told him I know you were busy with work, so he understands”. Well then, I guess there are still a few decent people left in the world.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had to make it up to her so I made plans to meet this guy and got all dolled up. When I walked into the bar, I couldn’t find him. Little did I know at that time it was because he was a midget and blended in. (aw, that was mean)</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So I called him. Well…I called Matt. I called a Matt. I called the wrong Matt. I called another Matt that I had been ‘texting’ from online for about 3 weeks and consistently blowing off. Yep, here I am asking “Hey, are you here”, to here his response “Where, how are you?” and noticing the slight rise in his vocal cord due to his pure excitement I had called him.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I looked at my phone, fuck. So I hung up on him and called the right Matt. I clearly need to come up with a better system for storing these guys names.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We finally met, sat down, ordered some meat and cheese dish, I enjoyed an extra dirty 3 olives martini with 3 olives and chatted. </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then it happened. I fucking knew this would happen sooner or later. We were talking about how our mutual friend told him that I was the girl of his dreams and how we had each been on ridiculous dates. Then he mentioned online dating, then online dating profiles….then my online dating profile……that he had read…..because he had written me ….. oh fuck.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yep. He was one of the guys who had been emailing me for a date, which I kept blowing off. Now I don’t get embarrassed or blush, ever. But this moment was the exception to the rule. Apparently he had asked me some lame question and I replied with a short answer…whatever, don’t ask me a lame question.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I guess it registered with him when he had called me to make a date and I said something about my profession and all of a sudden ‘my face popped into his head for no reason’ – then it hit him, the girl his friend was hooking him up with - he had already attempted to set himself up with, and failed. Opps.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Though it is an interesting look at the dynamic of dating – online vs. being set up vs. meeting people. </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I knew it would happen sooner or later in a new city as I made friends, that I would meet someone out that recognized me from my online profile, but I sure as hell didn’t think it would be someone my friend set me up with.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What I liked about him: we had a passionate conversation about business, and before I knew it 2 hour had passed. He was polite, he paid, he listened.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What I didn’t like about him: Honestly, there wasn’t much about him I didn’t like. The only red flags were the clear fear of commitment, with relationships and job stability. Yes, we had a heated conversation about things, but I don’t mind disagreeing with someone. In fact I actually rather enjoy it. I like proving why I am right J Hey – I am a Taurus….stubborn little bitch, and don’t intend to change.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I guess this was a pure simple lack of attraction. I absolutely am a believer in the school of thought that ‘he does not have to be hot to everyone, just me.’ And that tends to be true more often than not. Unfortunately, most of the guys I have fallen for were apparently hot to many other women, proven by the number of time I have been cheated on by some of my bf’s…ahh fuck it, I am just attracted to douche’s….assholes….</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ok.. I am getting off topic. My point is, I have – currently am – and will always like guys based on their personality first. BUUUT... But. You, as an individual, with that person as part of your life, must be attracted to them. Looking at them should make you nervous. The nervous that makes you feel your heart beating in your neck. I mean come on people, if you don’t want to spend endless hours kissing and possibly doing other naughty things with a potential ‘significant other’ on atleast the first 10 dates….don’t bother. You will end up cheating. </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No not, really, I don’t know if you will cheat. But really – there has to be some sort of sexual tension between the two of you. And unfortunately, as hard as I tried to find it with his guy, it wasn’t there.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It didn’t help that when he stood up at the end of the date he barely passed my shoulder line and when he walked me to my car I had to bend over to hug him goodbye.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am finally realizing I don’t tell people how I feel. I am the caretaker. I am the enabler to my single life. And my sister tells me I need to start telling people what I want… I want things. I want to go deep sea diving. I want to go skydiving. I want to see a Blue Whale. I want to run a marathon. Want to go rock climbing…on a huge mountain. I want to go snowshoeing. I want to go to a rain forest. I want to go hiking with a backpack and camp for a week straight while riding horses. I want to own a horse. I want to drive a jet ski. I want to go on a helicopter ride. I want to ride in a hot air balloon. I want to swim with sharks. I want to be inches away from a wild crocodile. I want to wander in the wilderness. I want to see Africa. Authentic Africa. Not that tourist shit. I like going sledding in the winter. I enjoy the zoo. I hate walking long distances, but only because I have a bad back - not because I am lazy. I love playing sports> volleyball, basketball, kickball, softball...I love going to any live sporting event. I don't love beer, but I will have one among company. I don't consider myself a fashion snob, but I like to be put together. If my friend called me from Alaska and needed my help - I would be on the first plane there. I don't make excuses why I can't go out with friends, and I don't like liars. All the bad things (for the most part) that can happen to a woman in a relationship have happened to me. I'm not damaged, but I am aware. I am being open right now. I don't do that enough apparently.<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want a shot of tequila after all that sappy emotional stuff.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here’s to hoping the next guy isn’t so short he can eat me out while standing…</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Love,</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Girl who is starting to realize what she wants J</span></div></div>A Girl's Gotta Eathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15940183498735810176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173193440351654437.post-42730642199105806242011-02-17T21:23:00.000-08:002011-02-18T05:15:03.108-08:00Judge me. Criticize me. Hate me. Like me. Love me. Want me.So I figured what the fuck - I can't sit here and judge these idiot men on their inability to take a decent girl or hell just any girl on a date or grow a pair of balls and contact me because my profile is "intimidating". And someone said it earlier, that the people responding to my request to why people don't contact me are not the people I want to hear from....<br />
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..so I figured who better than my friends and followers to judge the shit out of me. Do it - Even it is not something on my profile and you know me personally and think I am an idiot, stupid or ugly - work too much or wear too much make up - tell me how you really feel... Tell me why I don't get good dates. Do it. You won't. <br />
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For every 3 Comments made about me and pertaining to why I am single, I will answer a personal question from anyone - honestly.<br />
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<div class="text" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="nostyle" id="essay_text_0" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">My biggest goal right now is to learn why guys who look at my profile do not contact me - I am just intrigued by the male mind, I'd like to know what type of man I am distracting to or what it is about my profile that might turn someone away :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">I admire the drive to always be better than what you are, and traveling is my favorite hobby...plus I am always fun :)</span></div></div></div><div class="content saved " id="essay_1" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 420px;"><a class="essay_title" href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile#" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline-block; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">What I’m doing with my life<span class="edit" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://cdn.okccdn.com/media/img/template/edit_icons.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; float: right; font-size: 14px; height: 21px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: -2px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 21px;"></span></span></a><br />
<div class="text" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="nostyle" id="essay_text_1" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">I am a Event Director, long story short - dream job.</span></div></div></div><div class="content saved " id="essay_2" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 420px;"><a class="essay_title" href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile#" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline-block; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">I’m really good at<span class="edit" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://cdn.okccdn.com/media/img/template/edit_icons.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; float: right; font-size: 14px; height: 21px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: -2px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 21px;"></span></span></a><br />
<div class="text" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="nostyle" id="essay_text_2" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Winning :) I am a highly competitive person but knows how to have fun with it</span></div></div></div><div class="content saved " id="essay_3" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 420px;"><a class="essay_title" href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile#" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline-block; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">The first things people usually notice about me<span class="edit" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://cdn.okccdn.com/media/img/template/edit_icons.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; float: right; font-size: 14px; height: 21px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: -2px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 21px;"></span></span></a><br />
<div class="text" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="nostyle" id="essay_text_3" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">How I don't stop moving or talking - or my many leather bound books</span></div></div></div><div class="content saved " id="essay_4" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 420px;"><a class="essay_title" href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile#" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline-block; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food<span class="edit" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://cdn.okccdn.com/media/img/template/edit_icons.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; float: right; font-size: 14px; height: 21px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: -2px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 21px;"></span></span></a><br />
<div class="text" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="nostyle" id="essay_text_4" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">The Da Vinci Code, Clockwork Orange, Dark Knight, Devil Wears</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Prada, Mrs. Doubtfire,</span></div></div></div><div class="content saved " id="essay_5" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 420px;"><a class="essay_title" href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile#" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline-block; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">The six things I could never do without<span class="edit" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://cdn.okccdn.com/media/img/template/edit_icons.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; float: right; font-size: 14px; height: 21px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: -2px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 21px;"></span></span></a><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Education</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Internet</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Culture</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Starbucks</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Fluffy Puppies</span></div></div></div><div class="content saved " id="essay_6" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 420px;"><a class="essay_title" href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile#" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline-block; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">I spend a lot of time thinking about<span class="edit" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://cdn.okccdn.com/media/img/template/edit_icons.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; float: right; font-size: 14px; height: 21px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: -2px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 21px;"></span></span></a><br />
<div class="text" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="nostyle" id="essay_text_6" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Right now it is work - because that is what I spend most of my day doing, since I just moved here. I am a planner by nature and by profession, so I am always thinking 'what's next?"</span></div></div></div><div class="content saved " id="essay_7" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 420px;"><a class="essay_title" href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile#" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline-block; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">On a typical Friday night I am<span class="edit" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://cdn.okccdn.com/media/img/template/edit_icons.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; float: right; font-size: 14px; height: 21px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: -2px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 21px;"></span></span></a><br />
<div class="text" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="nostyle" id="essay_text_7" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Depends what my friends are doing - friends and getting out are very important to me - I am extremely social, but I would be just as happy going to the ballet or sitting home cooking dinner together as I would a country bar or Sporting event.</span></div></div></div><div class="content saved " id="essay_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 420px;"><a class="essay_title" href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile#" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline-block; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">The most private thing I’m willing to admit<span class="edit" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://cdn.okccdn.com/media/img/template/edit_icons.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; float: right; font-size: 14px; height: 21px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: -2px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 21px;"></span></span></a><br />
<div class="text" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="nostyle" id="essay_text_8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Well, the fact I am even filling this thing out is pretty high up there.</span></div></div></div><div class="content " id="what_i_want" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 420px;"><a class="essay_title" href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile#" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline-block; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">I’m looking for<span class="edit" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://cdn.okccdn.com/media/img/template/edit_icons.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; float: right; font-size: 14px; height: 21px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: -2px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 21px;"></span></span></a><br />
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<div class="text" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div class="nostyle" id="essay_text_9" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">You think I am cute, and you are not just doing it because you are a horny bored man, but really looking for someone to spend a fun day with and learn with - too much? probably why I am single :)</span></div></div></div><br />
Judge me. You won't.<br />
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Love,<br />
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The Girl who apparently just grew a pair of balls.A Girl's Gotta Eathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15940183498735810176noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173193440351654437.post-218531804727438952011-02-10T13:03:00.000-08:002011-02-10T20:41:05.454-08:00Why are you giving me a reason to run?Let's hope I don' get arrested for posting these - if I do, I will clearly plead insanity. <br />
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I don't get it. Seriously- why would you send me pic message of you with another girl, or with your shirt off or standing in front of your filthy bathroom sink???...like really??<br />
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Unfortunately for me, there has been an abundance for ridiculous pic messages sent to my phone...you would think it would make me less apt to go on a blind date with them...psych!!! exact opposite. I want to meet these fools. I actually will be meeting one next week - I need a crazy fuck to get my mind off things...but seriously....would you want to get this in your inbox?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Don't worry - this guy is going to "Be the man of my dreams and keep a smile on my face from all the laughter he will cause"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ok - Men out there...do not take self portraits. Unless they are ridiculously hilarious, spur of the moment photo and mocking fun of something in the background...do not stand in your bathroom and pose. Because here is the thing - we know that this is not the one and only picture you have taken. We now know you stood there, for at-least 15 minutes, and practiced. That's fucking lame. I might be acceptable for 15 year old highschool girls...because they are 15 year old highschoolers!!!...we can see your stretched arm!!! No matter how much cropping you do...you are still pathetic.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I don't get it...what about you driving, unsafely taking a picture of yourself, with a double chin makes you think I will find you attractive? ? ? ? ? ? Ladies? Am I wrong? But ...that's one sweet button-up shirt. and you look awful close to the guardrail sir.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You are so cool. Because you have a sunroof. Thank god you shared. ugh..</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I dunno - call me crazy - but if this is what the dating scene is like in this area...I am eff You See Kay'd.<br />
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Here's to finding a guy who knows how to take a decent photo.<br />
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The Girl Who needs to switch cell numbers very soon :)A Girl's Gotta Eathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15940183498735810176noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173193440351654437.post-63683181410599952682011-02-06T21:24:00.000-08:002011-02-07T09:43:23.856-08:00My first date with a cartoon character<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Guy 4: Steve</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Age: 26</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Kids: no</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Status: Single</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Employment: Honestly I don't even remember - was </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;">concentrating</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"> on how to end the date before it began</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Height: maybe 5’8” - who am I kidding 5'6"</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Eyes: beautiful blue - but those monkey ears! O MY...I felt as though i was in the presence of dumbo and could magically take air ride any time</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Hair: Dirty blonde – dumbo ears</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Build: Average - healthy, worked out...big ears. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Outfit: Nice scarf, some JCrew Sweater, jeans and Pumas..yessss I love Pumas..</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">First impression: hmm....I wonder if he can ever find a pair of headphones that fit...</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Blonde Date Blondie Rating: 1 - I felt like i was on a date with a middleschooler</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Date #2?: haha nope.</div><div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">This kid played curling, along with volleyball, basketball, baseball, kickball and probably skeeball -every night during the week....on men's leagues. And he wonders why he is single? Or he is madly in love with one of his teammates and is too chicken to say it. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Either way – all that sums up this one is: transformers tattoo. Yes, this grown man, admitted to me within 30 minutes of meeting him, he has a large Transformer symbol between his shoulder blades, as he stated "because tattoos should mean something" and he always loved Transformers.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Age: 28</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Kids: 0</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Status: Single - and don't think he has left is apartment for years...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Employment: Medical School....like most of the men I have met - I am changing my desire to date a doctor....none of them are as sexy and cynical as House...they are strange! and not in the sexy way I like</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Height: 5.8? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Eyes: Dark brown</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Hair: Dark brown, well from what he had left of it....receding hair lines...at what point do you just say, fuck it, and go bald? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Build: meh - all I noticed was his killer coat and chuck's. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Outfit: - blue Chuck taylors..bonus - and no, not only because my dad used to wear them, distressed jeans and a blue plaid shirt topped off with killer glasses...and then that hair line..dammit. He might have been the first male version of a 'butter face' I have met</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">First impression: Ok dude, the idea of a blind date is so that I don't know what you look like ahead of time, so therefore I will not bail....if I didn't have a sense of humor I never would have showed up after that picmessage!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Reasons I liked him: It was comfortable talking to him about my life, as vocal and extroverted as I may be, I don't really share too much..(hahah how is that for fucking ironic as I am writing a blog about every detail of my dating life!) Any who, we talked about my research at the National Center for Deaf Health Research and working on various grants throughout the Preventative Medicine field (you see how I did that huh? Through in some personal shit so you would know something about me, cause I a such a closed book)...we questioned life and the way certain people said things and how yogurt has mysteriously become a drinkable item.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">We had fun, he ordered my dinner and enjoyed a few beers. Although, he did get my order wrong and I ended up with the wrong salad, that is besides the point. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Things that made me not like him: Telling me he has lived near the University, which is 5 minutes to downtown, and after 2 years of living here, this was the first time he went out to eat downtown...I nearly shit my pants. What what was this hermit doing?!?!??! Obviously studying and being a smart rich doctor, but really??? 2 years in your apartment? How do people do it? I could never just wake up, go to work or school, come home, eat dinner, watch tv or play video games, go to bed and do it all on repeat every single day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">How do you know you are alive if you don't get out there and experience it! He was working so hard for this prestigious degree and acknowledgment to come 8 years down the road, and in the meantime he let everything social pass him by...when he might not even see tomorrow.... Anything can happen at any time - I'd rather not waste the time planning only for retirement (which I am, I am not THAT dumb). But I also have life insurance. Those of you who know me, know I am married to my job, mainly because I am single and I have nothing else to focus my attention on, but I make time for fun. I don't understand how other people don't either?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Anyways, enough about my thoughts on life. What do you care about that anyways, you are here to read about terrible dating, and the possibility of me tossing in a sex scene *no? took it too far? sorry mom*</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The worst thing this kid did was send me a picture message of him saying "This is what I look like and what shirt I am wearing".</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Mainly it was his hair...the fact he had about 50% less than what I had seen....tells me some years had gone by. So I sent this text to my sister and close friend, because I was about pissing myself. So if you are going to send a picture of yourself to someone...make sure it actually makes you look good!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">And finally, if you are going to do that lame, one handed self taken picture..put your arm above your nose, NO ONE looks good from the bottom up and with a double chin. No one. </span><br />
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Oh, and don't you worry...I have been starting a collection of the most ridiculous pic-messages EVER....that blog to follow. First I have to put black bars over their eyes so they can't sue me, because clearly doing that makes them unrecognizable. <br />
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Here's to another free dinner...even though it was the wrong one.<br />
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Love,<br />
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The Girl Who has to stop seeing the good in people</div>A Girl's Gotta Eathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15940183498735810176noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173193440351654437.post-41170725111516859252011-01-14T20:44:00.000-08:002011-01-14T20:44:38.831-08:00Part 3: Why I am single - ASL?So really, these are the rest of the responses that had no category, but maybe really the only honest ones...I mean...lets face it, we are all smart enough to know the answer to my question is simple....they are just not that interested in me. But don't get me wrong, hearing all the other stuff was very flattering :)<br />
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"guy's might be looking at your profile and not contacting you because one they are not looking for anything too serious in the beg. second would be they dont know much about what your bodytype is(sad to say it)"<br />
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"5'10 is probably too tall for me, and i think that might be the main reason I didnt contact with you. You are certainly attractive but I'm not sure either or us is each other's type. Feel free to let me know if I'm wrong. But for lots of guys that share life with thing is maybe a bit offputting? If you replaced it with something along the lines of looking for a guy who wants to really get to know me and appreciate me? I'm bad at speaking for most guys though. Anyway have a nice day."<br />
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"I really don't know why guys wouldn't message you. You don't seem like an axe murderer or anything."<br />
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"To answer you question about what it is about your profile that would stop me from contacting you? I think you are very cute and everything you said in your profile was great, the only thing that would have stopped me if you didn't ask... You put that you are 5'10", I would just assume you wouldn't be interested in me because I'm shorter than you. So that's why I wouldn't have contacted you but now I did and I hope to hear back from you."<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: Verdana, 'Bitsream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;">"Also, ninety percent of men on here are probably just looking for sex, so there's that problem too"</span><br />
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"I just read your profile (yes, the entire thing, I didn't just skip to the pictures), and I thought I would write to let you know this guy didn't look and pass on your profile for anything more than the fact that I am a bit older than what your looking for (you say 24-38 and I am 41). I thought you had a very well writen profile, you sound strong, confident and fun (all things very attractive in a lady). Wish I were younger, but I am sure you will get what your looking for in here, you sound like quite the catch!"<br />
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Well here's to getting back into the grind...bets on if I will have a date for Valentine's Day? Bahh<br />
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Love,<br />
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The girl who is to tall for your midget peopleA Girl's Gotta Eathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15940183498735810176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173193440351654437.post-29281098296435963932011-01-13T14:40:00.000-08:002011-01-13T18:19:17.232-08:00Part 2: Why I am Single: I know what I wantHonestly, this guy needed his own blog dedicated to him for his response to my question in the last blog. He is either high as fuck, on something that more people wish they had, or just has a lot of time on his hands because he has no job or is 75yrs old...Is it wrong that I fucking LOVE when someone is this open, honest and raw with me and I was excited to read all this? I love knowing exactly what people think of me...and this guy did not spare my pride at any expense of letting me know what he thought of me...though in reality it doesn't seems like he even knows what he thinks...<br />
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<div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><i> </i></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><i>"If you want to know why I didn't hit on you, I could sum it up by saying you seem high maintenance. You seem like the kind of girl who wants a nice guy that's going to tell her exactly what she wants to hear. And I'm not a nice guy, obviously. I think I'm a good guy, because despite my instincts telling me you want somebody to say your looks and success intimidates most men (or something complimentary like that) I'm just going to be honest and not bullshit. I mean you are attractive, I won't lie, maybe even hot. But you also seem a little demanding. Not of commitment, that isn't a problem, but of time, attention, money, and it all just gets to be too much. I met a girl on here back in November. She was kind of hot, too. We dated for a little while and eventually I just got tired of taking her out twice a week and her acting like everything was expected. No reciprocity.<br />
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So maybe it's an unfair assumption. But the fact you can't sit still doesn't help either. <br />
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I'm not saying you seem shallow or anything (like I said I really don't know anything about you).</i></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><i>So, I'm sure you're very nice. I think you have an awesome personality, frankly. I think you'd be great to hang out with. I really did think about approaching you at one point. And again now, which is why I'm bothering to write this, I do think you seem like a really cool person. <br />
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I just think you'd get bored and restless, then maybe a little irritating as you poke me trying to get me to move and entertain you.<br />
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I'm more of a greyhound, slow most of the time with intense spurts of explosion. You seem more like a hummingbird, constantly at a low buzz. <br />
And that could either go really well, or nowhere. And I just don't think you'd have the patience to be happy in a relationship with that dynamic.<br />
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I don't know, I'm just sitting here waiting for football to start. I hope I didn't waste your time with this and you hate me now. Planning some cyber revenge that's going to destroy my computer...<br />
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So, cheers. I think you seem super cool. I really do. But just one of those girls who's a little too sure of what they want and how they expect to be treated. Like you're looking for a nice guy who'll take care of you a little. Not that you seem needy, but every girl seems to want to be a princess. I'm more interested in finding a queen.<br />
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So, please don't get down on yourself, please don't hunt me down and spray paint my house. You asked, and I'm answering out of respect. If you want to tear my profile apart, write back and call me an asshole, go and ahead and do it. I'm curious what people think of me, too. I'm not going to get offended and I hope that this didn't offend you. And with all that said, I have no doubt you'll find what you're looking for eventually."<br />
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All the best, for reals,<br />
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Richard</i></div><br />
Love,<br />
The Girl who Shouldn't know what she wants to be in a relationship :)A Girl's Gotta Eathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15940183498735810176noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173193440351654437.post-260305370052049942011-01-11T06:40:00.000-08:002011-01-11T06:44:21.628-08:00Part 1: Why I am single - IntimidationThere was a comment on a previous blog that is completely fitting for this post. The Anonymous person said, <i>"If people said these kinds of things about you after your dates wouldn't you be mortified?"</i><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWL4_CGAUw9F05Et5plPOykaN6Fuu1VlzgPNxAyrdMbCVW5qjWEB2_cleDNmOrnTrU9eZLnxG1Vhm-L3pfcAfZIVsVX-WP3-w8mL7KV9oxGuVoIg40GGUdFoSSQx6-SsuZJ0doaWcmZDY/s1600/Young_woman_lying_f8ca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWL4_CGAUw9F05Et5plPOykaN6Fuu1VlzgPNxAyrdMbCVW5qjWEB2_cleDNmOrnTrU9eZLnxG1Vhm-L3pfcAfZIVsVX-WP3-w8mL7KV9oxGuVoIg40GGUdFoSSQx6-SsuZJ0doaWcmZDY/s320/Young_woman_lying_f8ca.jpg" width="320" /></a>Which is why about 4 weeks ago I changed my profile on the site I have been meeting my blind dates. The very first line now reads: "My biggest goal right now is to learn why guys who look at my profile do not contact me - I am just intrigued by the male mind, I'd like to know what type of man I am distracting to or what it is about my profile that might turn someone away".<br />
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And yes - people have actually responded. Long story short, if I listened to everything these guys said, the reason I am single is because I am beautiful, confident, successful and know what I want in life. This is apparently intimidating and why I am single. ? Like really? That seems a little backwards to me.<br />
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</div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><i>"As a male of the species, i can tell you with most certainty why guys look at your profile and don't contact you in one word: intimidation. you, being a very attractive female, are intimidating to most guys. men tend to appear confident, but when it comes to reality, are scared of rejection. men, as a species are adverse to rejection and the damage it does to the soft male ego. when they encounter a woman of your caliber (attractive, smart, goal oriented, with a strong sense of who you are) they immediately look to a future where you turn them down for some self-perceived flaw they are sure you will notice right away. so, instead of possibly facing that rejection, they will scale down to a 5 or a 6 rather than face the possibility of being denied by a 9. trust me, it's not you , it's us."</i></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><i>"I am not messaging you because I might be too old for you and i am a little intimidated by your degree of physical beauty"</i></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><i>"Well first of all I like to comment why I think guys are not emailing you enough is that you are a attractive woman and a lot of guys get intimidated by that fact and think you have a million guys waiting for you. So why are you single.lol" </i><i> </i></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><i>"Hi there. You ask why men don't often send you messages, I think it's the fact that you are accomplished and confident - which is generally enough to scare away most males. But I think you are very attractive and you seem to be very capable and intelligent</i><i>."</i></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><i>""I just read your profile (yes, the entire thing, I didn't just skip to the pictures), and I thought I would write to let you know this guy didn't look and pass on your profile for anything more than the fact that I am a bit older than what your looking for (you say 24-38 and I am 41). I thought you had a very well written profile, you sound strong, confident and fun (all things very attractive in a lady) and when I did get to the pictures, you are a very attractive woman as well!"</i></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><i> </i></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><i>"I can't think why you'd scare people off, unless they just get intimidated because you seem so completely normal. I tend not to message people because of that..."</i><i> </i></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><i>"why I think other guys might not be messaging you, and that is they are nervous or intimidated. Lots of guys have Venustrophobia :p "</i></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><i>"I think one of the answers to your question is that you seem to know what u want in life and are very beautiful and guys may think they don't have a chance, so they would rather just not message you instead of getting rejected by you not responding back to them."</i></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><i>"Im baffled by the female mind! Seems most of you girls(and ur all sisters in one way or another) want the a-typical bad boy mistreating unemployed deadbeat...just sayin If your not one of those girls message me back... P.S. the reason guys are looking and not messaging is prolly due to the fact you are cute, as for me anyway, its intimidating."</i> </div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8brWst9j4WArXY_vJ2VisqjRRG2C-yh0A9NglLhq8jdAwW265p32SD8ng-3pqR_LSh8ASTQby3trNFwtRjjJXv-edGo-i83ac9LRLAYLwH3P4_6N9_owpgxSbPvY47ipL1QaZSIvFEtU/s1600/offerimg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8brWst9j4WArXY_vJ2VisqjRRG2C-yh0A9NglLhq8jdAwW265p32SD8ng-3pqR_LSh8ASTQby3trNFwtRjjJXv-edGo-i83ac9LRLAYLwH3P4_6N9_owpgxSbPvY47ipL1QaZSIvFEtU/s1600/offerimg.jpg" /></a><i>"Why don't guys contact you? Well, to be honest, it's for the most part intimidation. You're a beautiful and successful woman, that if I had met you in a bar, I'd probably think I'd have no chance, and I still probably don't but that's not gonna stop me from trying. You seem like a good person. You've already acquired your dream job, congrats! You love to travel, personally I love road trips. Just grab my GPS, pick a spot on a map, and just go. Someone who is competitive. Theirs nothing that displeases me more, than a woman who lets me win cause it's "the girl" thing to do on a date. If you think you can kick my ass in something, bring it! While I've never been to the ballet, I would. How many guys would say that willingly? In fact, I love the SSO and would love the opportunity to return to NYC to see a Broadway play again. It's been far too long, saw Miss Saigon back in '97. As far as the "horny bored man" thing, that made me laugh by the way. That does seem to be the problem on this site, or any site for that matter. Too many men, browsing profiles, sending sexual messages to everyone, hoping that just one will say, "Sure, I'll have unprotected sex with a man I just met on the internet!" I do think you're cute, but that's not why I'm contacting you. You're intriguing, and seem like someone who's sick of the games men play and is looking for someone that wants to get serious. I hope you'll look me over and see that we do have some things in common."</i></div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #f3f3f3;"><i>"I think guys might be intimidated by your beauty and thats why they don't contact you. Well, at least I can say that I tried. :-)"</i></div><div style="color: black;"> </div><div style="color: cyan;"><br />
</div><div style="color: cyan;">Yep - so there you have it. My life quest is answered. I need to become dumber, uglier and less successful. Or find a new dating site. :) Where the hell is that Matchmaker Millionaire chick?</div><div style="color: cyan;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: cyan;">The Girl who is too beautiful to date...bah humbug. </div>A Girl's Gotta Eathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15940183498735810176noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173193440351654437.post-73319774179116135852011-01-10T16:52:00.000-08:002011-01-10T18:44:22.442-08:00Raw 11:53am: A Un-filtered PostSo I debated posting this - it is from a night I wish I could take back. Not for any other reason than I hate when I do stupid things. The men can come and go, and I know one day I will be worth the effort to someone...but when I do things I know I shouldn't - that really bothers me.<br />
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Here it is, I figured I let you all in to other aspects of my love/dating life, it is only fair to share it all, only one request, don't judge. Ever. Maybe you can relate. Maybe you can't. Either way- enjoy.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">"So yes, I went on a date with a 40 year old man tonight. But this is why I am single, because stupidly I went on this date so I could actually see the person I like . The person, who in the last 10 years, might be one of the few who I thought could wrap their head around the warped mind that is me. Well I failed. He left. I am home. And I am sad. I regret things. I am glad I met him. Chances are I will never talk to him again, because I am a stubborn bitch that wouldn’t give the guy who left her stranded at a bar the time of day afterward, clearly. But it might not have been clear to him that I wanted him. Chances are he never wanted me. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">In my mind I may have perceived what I was doing as a term of endearment – an expression of ‘why the fuck else would I come to this place, other than the fact that I knew you would be here." But maybe he didn’t know that. And maybe that is my fault because I do not do enough things in my emotional life that let others believe I am interested. Hence the single-hood. I am a tough shell to crack, but I want to love. I want to be with someone and complete them and entertain them. I want to be the half of someones life that make them want to be a better person and I want to meet someone who challenges me to be someone better than I am each day. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
I thought I wasn't crazy for believing in that. Then I realized I was wrong. Stupid really. I was played, yet again. I know this guy had a girlfriend. (no judging) But I am sucha hopeless romantic that I would have done anything to believe that just for once, for fucking once in my life, someone got me. I really thought for once, there was a chance I could be happy. That I could just be myself and be understood.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><o:p>I should have never gone on that date in-front of him. I did it all wrong. But there are certain things I would do all over again. </o:p></div><br />
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</o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I internalize a lot of what I feel, and I know that this certain individual reads these lame blog posts, and I just want to say one thing if he happens to run across this one, and that is; you make me want to wake up the morning. You have helped me to become more in-tune with my surroundings and appreciate everything that happens. You are carefree and passionate about what you do for life, and I am honored to have known you for this period of time.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I hope one day to fall in love with someone like you – and even greater I hope some day someone as remarkable as you will fall in love with me. Until that day, I won’t forget you."</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Love, </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The Girl who finally admitted her feelings.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>A Girl's Gotta Eathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15940183498735810176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173193440351654437.post-19645367937935903642011-01-06T10:52:00.000-08:002011-01-06T10:52:22.835-08:00Possibly the Worst (and Best) Date EVER!<div class="MsoNormal">Guy 4: Stan the Farmer</div><div class="MsoNormal">Age: 28</div><div class="MsoNormal">Kids: no</div><div class="MsoNormal">Status: Single</div><div class="MsoNormal">Employment: He builds cell phone towers..but his family owns a dairy farm…great!!! If he DIDN’T SMELL LIKE COW MANURE!</div><div class="MsoNormal">Height: maybe 5’8”, with a gangsta limp </div><div class="MsoNormal">Eyes: He had 2</div><div class="MsoNormal">Hair: Dirty blonde – receding hair line</div><div class="MsoNormal">Build: stout - but looked like he had thin legs (don’t as me why I noticed that)</div><div class="MsoNormal">Outfit: blah jeans, a hurly t shirt and aeropostle hoody…in a bluster snow storm….all made up just for me? Felt like I was on a date with my highschool boyfriend again.</div><div class="MsoNormal">First impression: oh god, I am not going to like this one – but free dinner!</div><div class="MsoNormal">Blonde Date Blondie Rating: 2 – it ended up being one hell of a night!</div><div class="MsoNormal">Date #2?: haha nope. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Moments that made me like him: He was sweet – genuine, had a great heart. He meant well and was a caring person. I liked that I could tell he liked me…how arrogant is that? He asked genuine and real questions about me - a trait that so many men lack. He showed real interest in understanding who I was, if only I cared to share <span style="font-family: Wingdings;">:)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Moments that made me not like him: Where do I even begin? Maybe the point where he called me to tell me he was at the restaurant, and I arrived 2 minutes later, and I think I passed his car, but who knows. Well 5 minutes go by, 10 minutes go by... nearing 15 minutes later I realized I had been stood up. Which I found hilarious! I was excited that for once in my life I was stood up – don’t judge, I just always wondered if it actually happened and what it felt like.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">As I was about to go to McDonalds, he walks into the bar, stands on the other side of where I am sitting and orders himself a drink. My first thought was, oh, he doesn’t think I am pretty and regrets his decision. Double awesome, because I only wish every guy was this forward in how he felt about a woman! Then he smiled and came over to me. Damn.<br />
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I realized this farm boy was not going to buy my drink, so I hailed the cute bartender to make me a stiff one because I knew this was going to be along night. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">We ordered some food and by the time we were finished with our meals, I had learned all about his poor car accident that took away half of his teeth – which would explain the intense lisp and large white Chiclets looking smile he had. I am not that big of a bitch – so I never thought anything of the lisp or teeth - and felt sad for him after he told me the horrific, 40 fucking minute story. Ok fine, I’ll sit through your pity party, but no reason to whip out your phone and start showing me pictures of you in the hospital bed, you in your own bed, you standing next to your smashed car, you holding your kitty next to the teeth that fell out (ok that last one was a lie, but really?) and the scratch on your leg and what you look like with no teeth…I am not going to have sex with you after that. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">It wasn’t until after dinner things really started to get interesting. He started ordering my drinks, and then ordered a shot. Now, mind you, this guy is a farmer, lives in the boondocks 50 minutes away, and it is a blizzard outside. Not to mention he was in a horrific car accident 3 months ago. I highly doubted he should be drinking more than 2 beverages, let alone doing shots of Jameson. But fuck, who am I to judge, and I did the shot with him.<br />
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It wasn’t until after this I started to notice a distinct smell. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I knew I had smelled it before. It wasn’t a pretty smell, like fresh laundry or men’s Cool Water cologne that was sexy in 9<sup>th</sup> grade. It also wasn’t an off-putting smell like BO or bad breathe. God, what the hell was it? </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Then it hit me. He smelled like my childhood summers! Every summer for 5 years I went to horse camp. Where we groomed, fed and rode horses for weeks at a time. (get your mind out of the gutter people) Each summer you were designated a horse and responsible for all care taking aspects of it. Bathing, replacing shoes and maintaining a clean stall, which obviously included shoveling out their shit from the stall and carrying it in barrels to a dump where the manure was processed for farming. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrCxwRdrKgsE7cXSBMq9BlSltw2D2187PaSueLkquQTa3OfPfAlnmQfwgACWQtI2IGtYsbpFt8OHM2ZrMKlQ5kSNqKMp6ar8Txxb_JrKppqRfKa-Ub3VwkSftDFwWlaqwFXrEduZisrk4/s1600/cow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrCxwRdrKgsE7cXSBMq9BlSltw2D2187PaSueLkquQTa3OfPfAlnmQfwgACWQtI2IGtYsbpFt8OHM2ZrMKlQ5kSNqKMp6ar8Txxb_JrKppqRfKa-Ub3VwkSftDFwWlaqwFXrEduZisrk4/s200/cow.jpg" width="200" /></a>And then it hit me, this man smells like manure. Are you freaking kidding me. It wasn’t that he looked dirty or I think he had stepped in it, but he mentioned his family were dairy farmers and though he lived there he was not on the farm. Well – law of absorption I guess. Like when you sit around a camp fire and you go home you can’t get the smell out of your hoody or your skin – well this poor kid absorbed cow manure scent. How awful is that!<br />
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In the process of debating if I should tell him or not, I was looking around the bar and noticed I was the only female there – and there was a group of 6 hot looking men playing pool. It was at this moment I looked at my date and said, “you any good at pool?” and he said , “hell yea, I’m a shark”. Then I did the most awful thing in the world – I said, “I bet you couldn’t beat those guys playing pool.” If it is one thing I know about most men, they don’t like to loose, nor do they like a woman telling them what to do. So I figured I would make it look like it was his decision for us to go over and spend time sitting around these 6 hot men, leaving me alone while he played. I’m awful. Then I realized I was on a date with this guy, and it would be completely inappropriate for me to scam him into playing pool with these guys just so I could sit there and talk to hot men....</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">So my date is in the middle of his second match with one of the hot guys, (oops, I couldn't help myself!) and I am having a grand old time. Half of them were major pot heads and a few others had girlfriends and the rest were living at home with their mother, so there was no real potential, but it was fun. I found it hilarious when I saw my date lose the 2<sup>nd</sup> game and give the other kid $5 and when I asked him if he won, he said yes. Guess because I am a girl means I don't know the person to get the black ball in wins, idiot.<br />
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Then he offered to buy me another drink and shot. I replied, “I can do a shot because I live fairly close, but I woulnd’t want you to drink anymore because you have a long drive ahead of you.” To which he replied, “oh no, I’ll be ok.” And then it fucking hit me. This kid is planning on coming home with me! Well I figured it out because of that comment and the fact he tried unsuccessfully 3 times to kiss me and constantly tried to put his arm around me. Ew. Manure. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">So it was operation ‘lose this kid’ from that point on. As my date was buying us shots, one of the hot boys said we should come meet them at this other local club. One that I had never heard of before that ended up being a local Russian organizational club. (o boy) When my date returned, I said we should be crazy and go somewhere else, and he was astonished with the fact that I was so carefree and outgoing I would want to go to a place I had never been. Idiot.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">As we are walking to this other place, I realized my date was not with me any more. I turned around and about 10 feet away, there he was, wobbling toward me like he couldn't bend his knee.. Opps, I had forgotten he broke his foot in the car accident and had 4 pins in it. I knew this because I saw the picture of his foot immediately after the accident, his foot in the cast held up next to the car and then the xray of the pins in his foot. What had I gotten myself into. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">After taking my walking pace down to that of a 90 year old, we finally arrived at the new place; Walked up 4 flights of dark stairs to an unmarked door where we found 7 dudes smoking cigarettes and drinking at a long dingy bar. I knew I should have feared for my life and expected some sort of gang bang, but I loved it! I knew I could handle my own and found it hilarious I had coaxed my date into coming to meet the hot guys. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">As we started playing pool I hadn’t forgotten the fact I needed to ditch this guy before he wanted to leave, because I feared the moment I told him I was ready to go, he would do everything to leave with me and try to follow me home. Oh fuck no, there was no way my stuff was going to have manure stench. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">So the only way to ensure this wouldn't’ happen, would be to flee the scene without him knowing. Which proved to be fairly difficult, considering there was only one exit visible from anywhere in the bar, and there were only 9 people in it, so when one of us went missing it would be obvious. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The rest of the evening turned out to be fun – I made friends with the little coked-out female bartender – surprise surprise, which led to insane amounts of shots and free drinks, the boys started playing pool against each other, and I had become a therapist to one of the new girls that walked it - helping her figure out if her boyfriend not answering her texts for the last 30 minutes meant he was cheating on her. I told her no- the fact he is out without you and did not tell you where he is, means he is cheating on you. Jeeze, do I have to teach these people everything. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I glanced at my watch and it was getting late – I had to work tomorrow! 2 of the stoner guys were getting unhigh and wanted to 'blow this popsicle' stand to ‘smoke some killer green’. This was it! My perfect opportunity to sneak away without my date noticing. All I would have to do is sandwich myself between these two tall boys so he didn’t see me and be free!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Well only problem was I could see my date looking around for me every moment I was not near him. Luckily and stupidly, I had left my purse at the end of the very long bar. When I saw him looking for me, I ducked behind one of the tall boys and watched my dates movements through the crack in the stoners armpit. So he noticed my purse, probably thought I had went to the bathroom, and then turned to return to his manly game of pool.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Now, I don’t remember it exactly, as it was all a blur of genius and wit, but the moment I saw him turn his back to me to play pool, I knew it was my time to escape. Immediately after I saw his eyes return to the table, I pulled out my highschool basketball spin move, bolted across the bar, grabbed my purse and coat as I was simultaneously opening the door and flying down 4 flights of stairs. I exploded out of that front door faster than I ever ran at a high school track meet. My arms were pumping so fast the intense wind I felt in my hair wasn’t from nature, but the speed of my arm movement. This bitch was on a mission. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I threw my coat on as I was running insanely down the snow covered street, hugged my purse for dear life and never looked back at that Russian club. I had made it out a live. This time. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The last thing I remember is hearing the 2stoners behind me saying, “dude, where’s my car.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Now I say that is a pretty damn good night. But no long term potential.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Keep the Number?: I never heard from him again – just a text 30 minute after I got home. “Hey, where did you go.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Here’s to one hell of a night!</div><div class="MsoNormal">Love,</div><div class="MsoNormal">The Girl who can really play pool:)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div>A Girl's Gotta Eathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15940183498735810176noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173193440351654437.post-84564298036009126552011-01-05T17:21:00.000-08:002011-01-05T17:36:33.609-08:00The Perfect Kiss<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPElpTra7Z2dbU-4UZGYAbPu5jC1QNKkjavm1Ua_RzqDlThDjZ7wR82TyU9hfInUi1cf-c0BAb1Se_PFljGbHz3nagqgXuTgatKFXs7vaaXTjI9102Y8tjbgEl6QVUTHGGQ7D3g-pAiVI/s1600/hon1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPElpTra7Z2dbU-4UZGYAbPu5jC1QNKkjavm1Ua_RzqDlThDjZ7wR82TyU9hfInUi1cf-c0BAb1Se_PFljGbHz3nagqgXuTgatKFXs7vaaXTjI9102Y8tjbgEl6QVUTHGGQ7D3g-pAiVI/s320/hon1.jpg" width="314" /></a></div>So this post is in response to someone who asked a question from a previous post "What is the ideal moment for a first date kiss". Got me to thinking - I judge people a lot when I am on a first date, especially if it gets to the first kiss - and what does make a great kiss? Well - Hell if I know, but here was my response -<br />
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"Eric - the ideal kiss. Hesitation. Waiting until the end of the night was the right thing to do, but its the movement of the kiss that matters, along with making it feel like it was a decision by the both of us. One of the best after date kisses I had recently was in my car. We said our good byes, he whispered in my ear what a great time he had with me and then opened the door for me. After he opened the door, he leaned in again to say good night, and I could not resist the urge to put my lips on his and finally let the passion I had felt all night be expressed. <br />
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There should be some teasing, touching of the face - but this is all dependent on the fact that the girl wants you. I think a great way to test it is the goodbye hug. <br />
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Hug her, attempt for the kiss on the cheek. If she remains in hug/wrapped arm position with you and stands there with her vagina angled towards you, she wants you. Go in for the lip kiss - but not too quickly. You will look desperate. And don't make it too long. Only 2 - 3 lip kisses and maybe 2 seconds of tongue, then end it. Leave her wanting more.<br />
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The trick is to keep her thinking about you the rest of the night, morning and following week. <br />
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If you lean in for the hug and the kiss on the cheek and she turns away and then walks away, give up. She is not interested. <br />
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Your last test of finding out if she likes you - ask her to do something again before she leaves. If she says, "I would like that" or "absolutely" you are almost guaranteed in. If she says "call me" or "sure, I'll let you know when I am free", Chances are she doesn't want to see you again.<br />
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The ideal kiss is one you can't stop thinking about. The one you want to happen again. The one you hope was not just a dream. A kiss that seemed to happen way to fast. Less is always more when it comes to the first kiss."A Girl's Gotta Eathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15940183498735810176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173193440351654437.post-40770250671485187122011-01-02T17:29:00.000-08:002011-01-03T16:56:19.491-08:00Unique Places to Find Other Singles<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">Happy New Year! As I am sure some of your new years resolutions are to give love, find love, finally break up with that girlfriend you are cheating on, or stop masturbating so much, I wanted to give a gift to all of you! Whatever your reason may be to find someone special - I've found a few places you can look to seek out other single people. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">(Warning - I am just making this shit up - I am no expert, but figured hell - I am the loneliest, most single person out there, so what I do for fun or alone must be what a few other singles do too!)</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">Tip: Look at places/things you do when you are alone or single.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">Where and Why?</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Red box video: </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">If they are wearing a ring - stop. If they are not and alone, this is a 50/50 shot they are single. The way to tell the difference is how long they spend at the machine. The longer, the better for you. Because if they have a girlfriend and she wants him to rent a movie - she is going to tell him what movie to get, because last time she asked him to pick out a romantic comedy, he came home with Nightmare on Elm street. This theory is true if he is on the phone reading the selections out loud. It is either his girlfriend or his mother - either way stay away from that one.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span">$6 dinner at wegmans or any of their take outs:</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">Duh, no one is making him dinner, yet he craves the somewhat comfort of a homemade warm dinner. This guy will appreciate a woman who cooks for him and hopefully provides some tasty dessert :) A guy who has $6 dinner and Red Box movie = definitely single. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Buying single servings of bulk produce:</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">Whether its bananas, onion, potatoes, peppers or apples, if they are buying one serving of any item they are cooking for 1, and they know how to cook, and they have passion about other things in life. If a guy takes the time to buy fresh produce he likes to learn, adapt and understand things. He is intrigued by a process and gets excited to be part of a project from start to finish. Most likely he is professionally successful too and likes to impress people (or has no job therefore he has the time to make constant trips to the grocery story to buy fresh produce and the time to make every meal, but let us not distract from my fantasy). I'm going to keep my eye out for this one!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<div style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">Frozen Food Section: </span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">A less mature version of fresh produce guy, but acceptable none the less. Single guys tend to stick with the basics, frozen pizza, fish sticks and waffles. It is the quantity he buys that will let you know if he is single. 1 = single, 33 = horny or owns a shitty bar. This guy is somewhat of a simple mind, likes sports, plays video games and knows the bartenders life story at the local bar. </span></div><div style="color: white;"><br />
</div><div style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">Buying single rolls of toilet paper vs. cases:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">Lets be honest - this one is obvious. Rule of thumb that any guy is single: he buys 1, not packages of things. Guys don't use toilet paper as often as women, so therefore he does not live with one nor does he have one visiting often. Just don't let him catch you staring at his paper roll...that's strange. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<div style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">Local park, dog park:</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">This one has to do with the mind of a female. We love doing cheesy, lovey dovey things together like going for walks in the park, taking the dog and playing, hiking and the like. So there is no way we are going to let our man do this himself. Especially a dog park. We are not dumb, we know how attractive and what a chick magnet dogs are - you think if he was not single his woman would let him out without HIS leash? I think not. This guy is creative, calm and very intuitive. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<div style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">Still buys the Wegmans brand American cheese for $2.99 when the Kraft cheese is on sale for $1.50:</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"> He doesn't know how to grocery shop or have someone reading the weekly flyer looking for sale items. So he still buys the crappy brand which cost more because that is what he is used to, and there is no one at home who is going to yell at him for doing it. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Purchases quarts of milk vs. gallon</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">This means there is no one staying over to have cereal in the morning or making scrambled eggs. Plus the smaller size is closer to a glass shape, and we all know he will be drinking out of the carton. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Stay away – </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">They are in the feminine product aisle…hell within 5 aisles of the tampon aisle, because we all know there ain't nothing manly in those aisles.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">Purchase reduced fat peanut butter after looking at the nutrition facts.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">In the magazine section - their girlfriend wife has told them they can no longer play video games, go golfing or needs to stop watching so much tv.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;">Hope this helps - Enjoy!</span></div><br />
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</span>A Girl's Gotta Eathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15940183498735810176noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173193440351654437.post-80953915497401166442010-12-23T12:57:00.000-08:002010-12-23T21:10:15.516-08:00Kissing Frog Does Not Turn him into a Prince<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlA0sjhd7dWynKWDevx4nEeDJ9_eGlXhyphenhyphen6z5qx_5qLsVWdoVbVR5SvFrUQNCQd5O1nHxyinJUWM5gEOoMWPzjJBiT84Loc96GvicXaW40x1u5Xt1Wpk3uCBI4tfdr-5qGp1WPPGp4fnJY/s1600/LipsBite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlA0sjhd7dWynKWDevx4nEeDJ9_eGlXhyphenhyphen6z5qx_5qLsVWdoVbVR5SvFrUQNCQd5O1nHxyinJUWM5gEOoMWPzjJBiT84Loc96GvicXaW40x1u5Xt1Wpk3uCBI4tfdr-5qGp1WPPGp4fnJY/s200/LipsBite.jpg" width="183" /></a><span style="font-size: small;">Guy 3: Antonio </span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Age:29</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Kids: 0</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Status: Single</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Employment: Post Doc Physicist with an interview at Harvard...right.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Height: 183 meters</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Eyes: dark brown, slightly sexy</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Hair: Dark brown, thick - a few strands of gray - again, sexy to a point</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Build: average in shape guy</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Outfit:Hm - hiking boots, cashmere cable-net sweater, zipped up, and dark wash jeans - and a Columbia jacket ..strange</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">First impression: Oh- he is cute sitting alone at the sushi bar - drinking saki...oh...accent too!! I am going to marry this one! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Blonde Date Blondie Rating: 4 out of 5 if it was not for the end of the night....you will see</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Date #2?: Oh I really really wanted to! Thought we would, but hell no. Not a chance in the world. </span></div><br />
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I could literally hear the delicate and swift breath intensely falling from this mans lips to his lungs as I approached. Oh, this one is going to be a piece of cake! Tall, decent looking- and already drinking saki. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">We had a decent time – moments I didn’t like him when he just inhaled an entire piece of sushi leaving the remnants of excessive soy sauce around his lips, and when he seemed to miraculously end up with a hole in his chin toward the end of the night, resulting in 25% of his water landing on his nice grey cashmere sweater. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Endearing I found it - this man who claimed to be this intelligent, physicist - wasn’t perfect. I like that. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">We continued with a glass of wine night cap and I ended the evening fairly early. At this point I made a dumb decision, so I am warning you right now; don’t judge me for it, OK! His car was closer so he drove me to mine. I KNEW half way there, fuck, I should not get in this mans car, but he took me to mine as expected. I leaned into give him a hug, I was fairly confident I would see this one again – I was excited in a sense. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5d3f8GTI-RYHXBoq5yMyOgCyQBfGuCGf0T72-eSB0Dl1xfjwRAjcIXgb_-Vab2f6GZKwwwv6N6CnYybO0bKsttujVcsuIDCj33SpPx9addN1RIkko5DvQ5cwiRfIttBw9fGEy0vuHK84/s1600/The_Bad_Kiss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5d3f8GTI-RYHXBoq5yMyOgCyQBfGuCGf0T72-eSB0Dl1xfjwRAjcIXgb_-Vab2f6GZKwwwv6N6CnYybO0bKsttujVcsuIDCj33SpPx9addN1RIkko5DvQ5cwiRfIttBw9fGEy0vuHK84/s200/The_Bad_Kiss.jpg" width="200" /></a> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Until he ate my face. What the fuck!! He did the whole two kiss cheek thing, which I went along with, until he grabbed the back of my neck and held my face to his opened fish odor mouth, proceeding to jab the inside of my cheeks and helpless face with his awful nub tongue. Which brings me to another questions, how is it that people don’t know how to kiss?! Age 12 sucking, literally is ok. Age 30, god bless the woman who ties you down!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> I tried repeatedly saying “ok thank you” “text me when you get home” or any other comprehensive sentence I could think of to occupy my face and mouth from his insane efforts to eat me from the inside out. (Well, let me correct that: it was the location of where he was trying to eat me from the inside out that was the problem; if he was intensely attempting to eat something else on my body with the zest and passion he had, I wouldn’t have been so upset)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Finally I pulled away, said I must go and he puts the car in park and says “no why don’t you stay here for a bit” I said, “absolutely not, have to go” where he followed to say “What, I traveled distance for you, you give me something?” </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">At that point I gave him the finger as I had my other hand on the door handle and was in my car before I could retract my finger from his face.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So my conclusion from all of this was he thought I was a slut from the beginning?? Was it my long beautiful blonde hair, my hot heels, the fact I was wearing eye liner? I mean, I looked pretty hot that day. Or that I laughed at his jokes? Either way, what the hell would his mother think if she saw him act like that? Would she be disappointed? Because clearly no one has ever taught this man how to court a woman…or like I said, he thought I was a slut. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHmPFRafNHvrXNkaWiiFXBuGN_-HoBD_xiFYEsoAQ-85AGh9j-tabrRUK9UJJ_0805GbPk61fzdL7eRbnjLuBXsDWvPHFBE9pQxKHlq5TiG3prX993RwrHnERPn3L-_6AFj-ylCGfhlQM/s1600/tumblr_krzprzNaZB1qzzndpo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHmPFRafNHvrXNkaWiiFXBuGN_-HoBD_xiFYEsoAQ-85AGh9j-tabrRUK9UJJ_0805GbPk61fzdL7eRbnjLuBXsDWvPHFBE9pQxKHlq5TiG3prX993RwrHnERPn3L-_6AFj-ylCGfhlQM/s320/tumblr_krzprzNaZB1qzzndpo1_500.png" width="320" /></a>God – I can’t ever get it right with this dating thing!!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Here is to hoping my lips grown back and his bite marks don’t leave scars.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Love The Girl who must be too good looking for some people.and waiting for this kiss -------></div>A Girl's Gotta Eathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15940183498735810176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173193440351654437.post-90579403223053173712010-12-18T19:49:00.000-08:002010-12-23T07:17:01.907-08:00What a douchebag.<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifKECSsSN9CrPaUa2n59Q2OSIgMhA0u32CjKTwnwZedPhH4zrA2saRHm2KFBM3ehvI0cQtUd-WVwQyx329ubIAQN5GaxrneKAnui454t4e9aslY9J6n2S8qrtNcsn_Fl-ehb5ghOwAmuo/s1600/pooh_hunny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifKECSsSN9CrPaUa2n59Q2OSIgMhA0u32CjKTwnwZedPhH4zrA2saRHm2KFBM3ehvI0cQtUd-WVwQyx329ubIAQN5GaxrneKAnui454t4e9aslY9J6n2S8qrtNcsn_Fl-ehb5ghOwAmuo/s1600/pooh_hunny.jpg" /></a>Guy 2: Douchebag </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Age: 31</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Kids: 0</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Status: Single</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Employment: back in school finding a new career</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Height: don't know never met!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Eyes: douchebag</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Hair: Dark blonde...oh yes, I know because he sent me a text pic....ew</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Build: you guessed it - douchebag</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Outfit: I bet this kid doesn't even know what a good pair of shoes or jeans looks like... or his mom still dresses him</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">First impression: I literally think I hate this kid - from all of his first text I automatically thought about my ex and how he would cheat on me from one of these silly free dating sites, and I could just picture him saying the things this guy did....omg makes my damn skin crawl.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Blonde Date Blondie Rating: 1, you ask why not a 0 or negative...well...lets flipping face it this guy has proved to be entertainment from the first moment!! I knew I wouldn't like him, but I wanted to have some fun with it...haha </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Date #2?: Dude keeps texting me and calling me to hang out...really???</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I am going to let the text do the talking on this one: (Note: Please pay attention to response times)</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><u>Monday December 13,2010: 7:32pm</u></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>Douche (D): 7:32p: "Hey, its douche Whats up"</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">GG2Eat: 7:48p: "NM, having dinner with a friend"</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>D: 7:49p: Cool, were you still up for drinks?</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">GG2Eat: 8:55p: Absolutely, I am always up for a drink</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>D: 8:56p:Great hun, I have a test tonight but how about Friday</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">GG2Eat: 9:15p: Perfect, happy hour, you pick the place</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>D: 9:17p:Ok hunni have a great night!</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><u><span style="font-size: large;">Wednesday December 15, 2010: 8:39pm</span></u></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>Douche (D): 8:39p I passed my test :)</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>D: 8:52p:Yep I got 1 more :)</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>D: 8:59p: its my last year, one more semester!</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>D: 9:07p: haha huni work hard at school, im happy</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">AGG2Eat: 9:09: Dude, I think you got your numbers mixed up, I didn't write you anything</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>D: 9:11p: oh hahah! Sorry my phone contacts got all messed up yesterday, thats so weird, sorry sweetie, how did we meet?</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">AGG2Eat: 9:15p: Its Agirlsgottaeat from *some dumb online service*</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>D: 9:18p: oh i kno you lol</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>D: 9:33p: don't worry - it won't happen again :)</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">AGG2EAT: 10:15p: Ya, well it's easy to mess up people's phone numbers when you are talking to multiple women at the same time and don't save their name with the number. :)</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>D: 10:37p: haha, i know my contacts just got all messed</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b> D: 10:55p: What are you doing tonite?</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>D: 10:59p: hunny what you doing now?</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>D: 11:14p: Well you have a good nite! :)</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I NEVER WROTE HIM BACK - Passed out, didn't care...watching Family guy...obviously doing something more important..than talking to a man who can't keep his blind dates straight!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><u><span style="font-size: large;">Thursday, December 16, 2010:4:46p</span></u></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>D: I am a good student :) Im really happy I had the best semester grade wise. we still on 4 tomorrow. I may hafta stop dt tonight for a bit</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">AGG2Eat: Ya I have to push it back to 9 because I was thrown on an event last minute</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>D: OK Ill prob go dt around 830 ill be solo i may meet u w friends at 10 your welcome to come. i guess well see how our first impressions go lol :P</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">AGG2Eat: Ok, text me when you get downtown what bar you are at</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>D: Ok Sweetie if you get free any earlier let me kno. i was lookin fward to happy hour w you</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">AGG2Eat: Aw, sorry</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>D: o i understand see you tmmr :) :)</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><u><span style="font-size: large;">Friday, December 17, 2010 : 9:07pm </span></u></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So I knew this was gonna be good, it was almost 45min after he was supposed to 'go downtown solo' and text me where he was to meet him....so I thought muahahha this is gonna get good...lets fuck with him...</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">AGG2Eat: 9:07p: Hey, I'm headed downtown, what bar are you at?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>Douchebag!: 9:27p: Hey im out in another town. totally lost track of time</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">AGG2Eat: 9:54p: Ok, Have fun </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>Douchebag: Another nite plz sorry iv been caught up in the end of semester celebration. i promise im not a flake</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">AGG2Eat: 10:17p: haha you're kidding right? You had your chance :) Maybe the girls number you messed mine up with will meet up with you.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>Douchebag: 10:24p: your kidding right....i made a mistake and got stuck in another town....my sister dragged me out here for a drink to celebrate the best semester i ever had grade wise. i totally thought id be back by now</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>Douchebag: 10:25p: im sorry hun hope your understandin</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">AGG2Eat:: 10:26p: hah haha</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>Douchebag: 10:27p: so you not understandin and laughing at me huh</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">AGG2Eat: 10:28: oh hun don't turn it around on me. i didn't fuck up :)</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>Douchebag: 10:30p: what did i fuck up a chance to share a drink with my sister and meet a pretty girl tho she's not flexible or understanding of mistakes</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">AGG2Eat: 10:45p: exactly, you are smarter than I thought you were </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>Douchebag:10:57p: your the pretty girl in that last msg if ya didnt kno</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">AGG2Eat: 11:15p: Ya, I got that. Had you met me you would of been able to add funny intelligent witty successful and maybe sooner or later great in bed.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>Douchebag:11:27p: you know im a good guy thoo. i have plenty to offer. maybe we can try again and discover how awesome we both are</b><br />
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<b>Douchebag: 11:33p: Calls me: I don't answer</b><br />
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<b>Douchebag: 11:35p: 99% of the time i never fail when it comes to being on time and having integritty. i guess im not used to having my big sister proud of me. think about it. sleep on it give me text if you change yer mind. have a great night hun</b><br />
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<b>Douchebag:11: 45p: my sister even called me a dumb ass</b><br />
AGG2Eat: Dude, I canceled other plans and had to rearrange a bunch of shit at work for me to meet up with you. So ya. dumb move on your part. <br />
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Thought I won the war and I would actually never hear from him again - that was pretty harsh right?!! ..ohhh..if only it were that easy.....<br />
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<u><span style="font-size: large;">Saturday, December 18, 2010: 2:28pm</span></u><br />
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<b>Douchebag: what are you up to today</b><br />
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2:33p Calls Me; I answer<br />
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<b>Douchebaggerman: Hey</b><br />
Hey<br />
<b>Douchebaggerman: Whats up</b><br />
Nothing at work<br />
***awkward 10 second silence***<br />
<b>Douchebaggerman: Thats cool, I just got done paintin for my family, my family is always findin things for me to paint, haha</b><br />
Oh thats cool<br />
<b>Douchebaggerman: Ya so what you up to today?</b><br />
Going to the hockey game<br />
<b>Douchebaggerman: Oh thats cool, when do you wanna meet up</b><br />
Ugh, I am pretty busy until the new year<br />
<b>Douchebaggerman: Ok cool, call me after the game and we can meet </b><br />
Um ok, bye<br />
<b>Douchebaggerman: Bye hun</b><br />
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<b>Douchebaggerman: : 4:17p Text me when your free sweetie</b><br />
AGG2Eat: 8:46p: Whats up?<br />
<b> Douchebaggerman: 8:52p: Just making some call my buddy jimmy is having a celebration at his house</b><br />
AGG2Eat: 8:55p: Some call???<br />
<b>Douchebaggerman:: 9:05p: lol ya what u doing</b><br />
<b>Douchebaggerman: 9:19p: thats exciting huh</b><br />
<b>Douchebaggerman: 9:35p: well have a nice nite then hun</b><br />
AGG2Eat: 10:16: I was at the symphony<br />
<b>Douchebaggerman: oh was it nice you so cultur' :)</b><br />
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Ok I promise that's it...i am not answering any more if his texts...but you better fucking believe if he keeps writing me and it is beneficial for this blog, I will meet him....and destroy him....well maybe...should I? I think I should....and I will tell all of you where and when we are meeting and you can spy hahaha..oh boy...<br />
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The point of this blog is...I am astounded at how<br />
1: we had plans to meet up at 9. <br />
2: he was going dt at 8:3o and texting me when he ended up somewhere<br />
3: he was looking forward to happy hour and meeting me<br />
4: he ends up not going downtown at all, doesn't tell me - so I go downtown and waste my makeup and hairspray (not really, but I let him think I did)<br />
5: i ask his whereabouts and he actually responds; he thinks he didn't do anything wrong<br />
6: It is somehow my fault? and i am not understanding<br />
7: he still wants to meet up<br />
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I totally understand the ditching people if you don't ever want to talk to them again - like this past week, when I ran out on my blind date...literally RAN out on him (that one will come later) and he got the point and hasn't contacted me, but to ditch someone, respond to a text and blame them for the whole situation, then have the balls to assume they would want to hang out with you?? who is this guy??<br />
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douchebag !!<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">...my question is....are there really girls out there that fall for this BS? what happened in my life that makes me not fall for this?? besides common sense. I mean he is a good looking kid - from what I can tell from online and his text picture he sent me..so this BS must be working with some women...women that I clearly would not relate to or I would like to talk to!<br />
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my advice for him? go prey on some freshman college girls at a Towney bar...that's the only place this act fits in. (shut up to those of you that know I am speaking from experience)<br />
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</div>A Girl's Gotta Eathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15940183498735810176noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173193440351654437.post-68775353587072539112010-12-15T16:42:00.000-08:002010-12-23T07:17:26.184-08:00How do you NOT become pathetic?I like this boy. Have not heard back from him. He clearly does not like me.<br />
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I know this, and will not become crazy and try to text him again. Unfortunately, most girls don't.<br />
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It got me to thinking, how many strikes should we allow them? I mean, we don't want to be pushy - but then we always get told "it's your own fault you are single, you don't let a guy know you like him when you do", we think we have to exhaust all options to get noticed and "win the prize". Well hell, how do I let him know? Do I write it with lipstick on his mirror, do I write him folded notes and ask his mom to give it to him, do I facebook him a message, am I supposed to write "call me" in the snow on his windshield??? What is the proper way to let a guy know you are interested? Do you literally just say, I like you, lets hang out. Because then I think there would have to be some subtext that mentions you do not want his penis to hangout of his pants, because you are looking for a serious mature relationship, and no I do not want to go back to your place to play twister, you scumbag, do I look like a slut??! ah, anyways. <br />
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I just feel like getting older and mature, and sexually experienced, women feel the only way they can tell a guy they like them is by hooking up with them, and unfortunately women think the only way they can tell if a guy likes them is if they try to hook up with her. Which in turn leads to girls being dumb and giving a guy head, just so they feel wanted, needed and think the guy is interested, because they are CLEARLY showing they are interested in him, and now he will totally fall in love with her because she is so amazing and does everything he wants. No mom, I did not give a guy head for him to like me. At least not this year. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjncmFcV75QKCFf5dpStY6-lkpsvXKbAyuN2GXEN8wqEtV7y-nGw9UC1Unp9_aHCzk5dX_Gx0R4WjmJilyddFBiDuluD5vLZYoZ9-4gVPpGdns3K1R9YSAf-fG4LAWvOVqKpdjTak7CQo0/s1600/why-guys-hate-needy-girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjncmFcV75QKCFf5dpStY6-lkpsvXKbAyuN2GXEN8wqEtV7y-nGw9UC1Unp9_aHCzk5dX_Gx0R4WjmJilyddFBiDuluD5vLZYoZ9-4gVPpGdns3K1R9YSAf-fG4LAWvOVqKpdjTak7CQo0/s320/why-guys-hate-needy-girls.jpg" width="320" /></a>NEWS FLASH - no guy is going to date you if you give it up on the first date. At least not one you should want to date, unless you are in to the whole cheating, heartache, melodramatic relationship. I've been there. I have been so blinded by love, I didn't see my own Independence and life falling through the small crack of civilization I exposed myself to. I literally have lost friends because of boyfriends, I have failed in jobs because of boyfriends, because I have fallen victim to the "I need to know he wants me" theory. It is not fun. Which is why I want to know what do normal women do to let a guy know they like them??? <br />
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What the fuck - Now I am screwed because I want someone who will take charge and not be shy to show me he is interested, but those are the type of guys I have dated in the past, duh RED FLAG. I am becoming a nun.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjX6Jh_tYj5HJLEtJ95Sw6sE-JIkO6Owahyphenhyphen535tjm8FmRVjhIBlNX_xvLjzL7_HpAdez69ywkrBAZRrEndLODfzmZKGnUEMRMAeBs6kHzJwRD0tKYEccsxxnouvWd0yWACDF2gd2tkLtc/s1600/Sad_Girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjX6Jh_tYj5HJLEtJ95Sw6sE-JIkO6Owahyphenhyphen535tjm8FmRVjhIBlNX_xvLjzL7_HpAdez69ywkrBAZRrEndLODfzmZKGnUEMRMAeBs6kHzJwRD0tKYEccsxxnouvWd0yWACDF2gd2tkLtc/s200/Sad_Girl.jpg" width="150" /></a>So how many strikes is ok to give a guy to hang out. I say go with the tried and trusted 2. Ask him to do something. Perhaps something comes up, he can't. No problems, don't cry....yet. Tell him to get a hold of you when he is free and can hang out, if you don't hear from him....he doesn't like you. Yes, just like the book, He is Just not That Into You! Learn it, Like it...Live by it. No guy is going to blow you off for a week if he likes you. So 2 strikes, he is gone. Chances are he is dating someone, has someone else on his radar he likes better than you, or just plain does not like you. So don't be pathetic and play the whole "Oh I just want to be friends with him" and waste your precious time getting coffee with him and watching football with him on Sunday and bringing over chip dip, or talking to him about his relationship advice...in the HOPES he will change his mind and see how wonderful you are. He is not going to - he does not care.<br />
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If he wanted you, he would not risk letting a moment pass that he might lose you to someone else. <br />
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Maybe I am wrong. and this is why I am single. So tell me what I should be doing geniuses. <br />
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Off to another blind date!!<br />
Love,<br />
The girl who clearly should not be giving dating advice :)A Girl's Gotta Eathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15940183498735810176noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173193440351654437.post-5487707730292813012010-12-14T14:21:00.000-08:002010-12-23T07:17:58.625-08:00Half satisfied - better than not at all !<div class="MsoNormal">Dustin, this one got me. Not like understood me, but I went on a second date with him. Sarcastic son of a bitch, and something is clearly really wrong with him. Perhaps it is the fact he was told this summer he only had 5-6 years to live, but still does not leave his house. Damn, the hook up was great – just what I needed. He paid attention to details – I said I liked the Beatles, he took the damn Beatles CD to every room we played in. He was a poker player but didn’t get mad when I beat him at cards. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">But…just a horny little man. Kind of reminded me of some other douchebags, the way they used to force themselves on me, maybe that’s why I liked him. Clearly I have a type. I mean, hey – I love sex. He was sweet – he tipped toed quietly not to wake me up in the morning, made me coffee – but I over stayed my welcome on that one…which I am kind of glad I did. He would not have been good for me. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">He would have completely engulfed my need to be ‘wanted’ and caring and sweet. I don’t want that. I'm ready for someone in my life who drives me to be a better person, someone who challenges me and questions my intentions and ruffles my feathers. Someone who is a man that is not afraid of an independent woman. I have friends, I want to hang out with them. I love my job, I want to work late. I know you have friends, I want you to spend time with them. I want to go to California, I am going to go to California. I want someone to take random adventures with me and appreciate the spontaneity of life. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I am a hypocrite because I envy those people who have found that someone they can spend 100% of their time with and stay home at night and just chill…but I don’t want that type of relationship. I want random. I want to go to a local art show on a Thursday, then have a picnic in the snow on Friday, right after volunteering to walk dogs at the local park. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">What I learned I want from a guy from Dustin: someone who pays attention to the little things, someone who is well read and tells me what books to read.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">What I learned I don’t want from a guy from Dustin: A hermit, when I tell you I don’t care what we do it is not because I am a lame chick who wants the man to make all the decisions. It is because I truly do not care what we do. If you said, hey lets try out curling…great! What color shirt should I wear and how do we rent equipment. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Love, </div><div class="MsoNormal">The girl who left half satisfied :)</div>A Girl's Gotta Eathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15940183498735810176noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173193440351654437.post-85826903345269722592010-12-13T14:46:00.000-08:002010-12-23T07:18:32.563-08:00What's my name again?<div class="MsoNormal">Guy 3: Justin (already a bad sign when he has the same name as your ex, not that I should be able to consider Justin an ex since we barely were ‘dating’ in public for more than three hours at a time, before he changed his mind … and wanted to keep his options open…but then I went out one night and looked hot, he wanted to date me again….I’m not bitter and that clearly has nothing to do with why I don’t trust men, cough cough,**sigh**)</div><div class="MsoNormal">Age: 28?</div><div class="MsoNormal">Kids: 0 – but when asked what his goal in life was, he replied “to be a great grandfather” …ok ok all together now….AWWWWW ..right! Don’t worry he fucks it up later. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Status: Single</div><div class="MsoNormal">Employment: Sales Manager</div><div class="MsoNormal">Height: maybe 5’10” </div><div class="MsoNormal">Eyes: Icy blue</div><div class="MsoNormal">Hair: Dark curly brown</div><div class="MsoNormal">Build: average, marathon runner</div><div class="MsoNormal">Outfit: light blue button down, Puma brown tie ups <b>bonus!</b>, good fitting jeans but nothing fancy</div><div class="MsoNormal">First impression: omg, not what I expected? And why are you sitting like a creeper in the corner of the bar not the middle?</div><div class="MsoNormal">Blonde Date Blondie Rating: 3 cocktails</div><div class="MsoNormal">Date #2?: not….yet?? its been 3 months and he hasn’t grown a pair yet to actually ask me on a date, just texts me all the time telling me how much he would LIKE to take me out again – clearly not a red flag he has commitment issues. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Moments that made me like him: the longer we talked, or maybe it was the more I drank, he became more attractive – he has beautiful eyes, and I could just tell he was interested in me. Or hell, maybe I just like someone more when I can tell that I have the upper hand. Boy I am in trouble. He also taught me all about fishing and hunting seasons, like my own personal national geographic station, because he was a great talker. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Moments that made me not like him: he was a great talker…he talked wayyyy too much. Geeze – this is the second guy in a row that has consumed the entire conversation. Literally at one point I said, “did I tell you that already? Oh yea, no, I didn’t because you haven’t asked me anything about myself” and this was 3 hours into the date. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">There was also the moment a few days later when he texted me, “well you are not my typical type I go for, but you sure are sexy as hell and I wanted to fuck you. I wish I would have kissed you, you have such beautiful lips”. Now, dilemma!!!! Because… I was slighting flattered, yet disturbingly on the verge of vomiting. Hell, I don’t mind being proud to be the woman who can transcend boundaries of men’s female “types”. Which I am sure his was 5’2” brown hair and no boobs – At the same point I was disgusted at how he assumed I would have taken him up on his offer to have sex – I mean who does he think I am? A single, cute, desperate, lonely single blond, going on a tremendous amount of blind dates for fun? I mean come on…ugh. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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