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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05394397388998959881noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300643435104074430.post-49274456651937395822014-09-16T16:04:00.000-07:002014-09-16T16:04:43.261-07:00Let's Tell Men What's Up, Like for Real I wrote a guest post for Kevin, who's also known as the <a href="http://niceguydatingcoach.com/">Nice Guy Dating Coach</a>. He basically went from the nice guy we don't give a second look to the nice guy of our dreams. He's doing us all a great service by helping men find the proper footing when it comes to finding us (i.e. the girl of their dreams). I'm tackling a topic that many men find themselves struggling with, thinking that good "game" is going to get us eating out of the palm of their hand. Newsflash: It's not. The only thing it is going to do is keep their assess single because quality women like us aren't looking for some guy to blow smoke up our assess, right? I'd love to hear your thoughts on the matter! So...<a href="http://niceguydatingcoach.com/why-do-men-think-that-they-can-bullshit-women-v-v-browne/" target="_blank">Why Do Men Think They Can Bullshit Women???</a><br />
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Welcome back! It's Saturday, and you're ready for the grand logical conclusion, where we really cement this concept into that beautiful subconscious of yours, which is...</div>
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Logical and serious conversation with a woman will allow her to decide if she likes your or not, however will never, ever, ever...EVER...ever set her emotions on fire. And remember, decision-making is a thought process. Emotions are REACTION. How much control do you have over yourself when you're angry or horny? Not much, right? Same thing with women when you learn how to ignite their emotion of sexual attraction for you. </div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">By having light, fun, playful conversation in a dominant, challenging manner. </span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">It's the old- "I want a girl to like me for me" objection. </span></div>
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It's a well-known fact that girls just want to have fun. If left alone, women wouldn't be working, they'd just be out in the forest dancing around in circles all day with other women. Men on the other hand would much prefer to tear down the forest, build massive ships, make ugly uniforms accompanying ridiculously silly hats, sail around the world and blast their cannons at other silly boys who've done the same thing on their side of the ocean<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">. </span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: inherit;">Women think we're nuts, because if they came across other women dancing around in circles in the forest, they'd join each other to make a bigger circle. What do we do? Fight each other.</span></div>
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When was the last time that you had a conversation with a woman where you guys had everything in common, you did your best to make her laugh (and laugh she did), and to boot, she loved to hear about everything you read in The Economist this week, (you big, smart, funny man, you) and when all was said and done, all of that logical, serious conversation ended up with your cock in her mouth? </div>
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You're far too good looking to not be getting the kind of action that both of you deserve. Because trust me when I say that as a woman she wants to get it on with you, too, it's just that she needs to feel it up in her cerebrum before her vagina gets any inclination of desire. You see, unlike men, a woman's brain and her vagina are besties (lol!). Our brain and our penis couldn't be further apart; in fact, I don't even think they've ever met each other. Which leads me to our first difference between men and women: </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05394397388998959881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300643435104074430.post-26515866986052191022014-07-31T18:16:00.000-07:002014-07-31T18:17:44.122-07:00Top 10 Dates in AtlantaI'm so super proud of this post for some reason. It could be because this is basically the equivalent of a football players handbook for dates I want to be taken on. Which should make it easier for the next man seeking to take yours truly out, emphasis on should. Enjoy y'all! <br />
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The city I call home was once touted the number one city for singles! Can you say that about your city? If you aren’t a resident you’ve probably caught yourself trying to be cool and said “HOT-lanta.” Newsflash: it’s not cool but it’s catchy, I’ll give you that. Atlanta is a city full of rich history, southern charm and although not reflected in reality shows like “Love & Hip Hop Atlanta,” “The Real Housewives of Atlanta” or “Married to Medicine” we’re a city of world class sophistication. If you’re looking to add a new spot to your date night rotation or just try something outside the box I’ve got you covered with my list of the <a href="http://www.singleswarehouse.co.uk/2014/07/top-10-dates-in-atlanta/" target="_blank">Top 10 Dates in Atlanta</a> for Singles Warehouse! <br />
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When it comes to this thing called blogging I'd have to say what I suck at most is consistency, there I said it & this isn't the first time. It's not purposeful it's just hard to keep coming up with new ways to say the same shit. I'm single. I haven't gone on a date in weeks. Actually, I maybe sorta bailed on the last man who invited me out. It wasn't my fault though, see something came up and instead of saying, "sorry can't make it got a date" I told my date "sorry can't make it something came up." It goes like this, saying yes to someone or something means saying no to another someone or something, so the someone or something you're saying yes to should be the better someone or something. <br>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Here's the thing although this is tongue n' cheek there are some nuggets of truth if you read between the lines. Your profile is the picture you paint of yourself both with what you say and don't say. I'm not sure if I hate the men who don't bother to fill in more then there weight & height or the ones who author a long boring novel. Say enough to spark interest, consult a thesaurus & resist the urge to post half naked selfies. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">As for the lure I can tell you rather confidently that my "lure game" is absolutely hit or miss. As of late it's been more missing then hitting but that's the nature of the online dating beast. I hate to be old fashion but if a man wants to talk you up, he will. No matter how out of his league you are which you'd think would serve as a deterrent when it comes to being the first to message. I don't do it often but I have a 0% success rate. So for all you educated, funny, PYT's like myself don't take it personal. </span></div>
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I went on a date, a first date at an amusement park. As I reflected to prepare to dish to you I realized something, it's more of a reoccurring theme when it comes to my dating life: there's the way I fantasize things going and there's the way things go. Two very different experiences all resulting in my single girl status remaining unchanged.</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">A little about the man who I chose to spend a fun afternoon with, he was younger (twenty seven to be exact). Not my usual considering I prefer my men to be higher up on the number line than myself with a dash of grey & some facial hair if I'm being sort of specific. </span></div>
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If you were to Google "amusement park date" you would see a variety of photos that look like this. A guy and girl happily making their way through an amusement park, together. You might even see a Ferris Wheel in the background which aren't normally found in amusement parks but damn it if there isn't just something about a Ferris Wheel that just has unlimited romantic potential. I was ready to scream my heart out, feel the wind in my hair and have someone their to hold my hand through it. There is one particular monster of a rollercoaster that would cause the hair on my arm to raise just watching it! Did you think I was lying when I said I was scared? I wasn't. <br>
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Part of my theme park fantasy included getting on this ride, his hand over mine and screaming at the top of my lungs. I figured it was all down hill from there, if I could do that I could get on any of the rest of em'! Since you can't spend hours burning calories without taking some in. There are waffle fries covered in cheese & bacon to take care of that. Clearly more calories then I want to face alone but throw in a man and I'm all about it! And since I don't believe in going halfway, funnel cake is a must! You know you can get it topped with whip cream and drizzled with chocolate??? PS- I totally skipped one crucial thing that has to happen, winning me a prize of course! I don't need one of those gigantic obnoxious ones either, which may or may not shock you. I would happily take something that doesn't require another person to carry because me and my boo will be busy holding hands, playing patty cake & such. </div>
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<strong>How about we snap back to reality and talk about how things actually went?</strong> We park and make the walk to the park. I looked so cute in short shorts that hug my thighs oh so nicely, black tube top which had the girls looking fab & sneakers. Now I'm not usually a sneaker wearer when it comes to dates or life in general unless I'm running; but, with all the walking that we were going to do I had to be comfortable, so sensibility won! He decided that before heading to the coaster that up to now has sent me into cardiac arrest with my feet on the ground we'd do a warm up. The line was crazy long for his first choice so we moved onto to another one. This one lifts you 200ft. in the air while rotating you in a giving what is actually a nice view of the park and city, because yes you are that damn high. I've done this ride before and I can say doing it again doesn't make it any less terrifying. We watched it go up and down five times as the line inched along. Guess what he thought make for good conversation questions like "what if it didn't stop and hit the ground?" or "what if you became unfastened?" Cute, huh! This is when I realized the man I was with had the sensitivity of a five year old. </div>
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Then it was our turn which is where I observed just how short he was. His feet didn't touch the ground but mine did. The high school kid working the ride tells us it's too late to get off now & we start our climb up, she starts singing "ring around the rosey, pocket full of poseys, ashes, ashes, we all fall down" as your feet dangle and you realize the only way you're getting off is by feeling like your crashing to the ground. PS-the "down" cues our descent back to the ground in all of three seconds. My heart is racing and then he says we're heading the main event! The line isn't crazy long but it is long, long enough to realize that I'm about to get on a rollercoaster that has scared me from the very first time I laid eyes on it! I'm not alone though, I can totally do this...or so I thought. </div>
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At this point I'm both dying of thirst and needing the ladies room, so off I go alone. What I wasn't expecting was a text from him. In the span of twenty six minutes we exchanged twenty three messages! Starting with him asking where I went, telling me he didn't get on & that there wasn't any point of doing it alone. Well now he knows where I was coming from. How about that? By now I'm sitting in the shade and wondering how I got here. This was supposed to be fun! You know thrills, chills and some funnel cake. Not me being on the verge of tears a few minutes ago. After letting him know he was the epitome of an insensitive asshole he asked me what I wanted to do & understood if I was uncomfortable and wanted to go home. Oh, so I'm not the only one who sees something wrong with what just happened? On the way to quench my thirst I passed the first roller coaster he wanted to get on and there was no line. So against my better judgment I suggested we get on that ride & a few minutes later we met in front of it. It was scary but after you get past feeling like your going to die it's actually sort of fun! </div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit;">Getting hurt is an occupational hazard of dating. Sometimes dating feels like a job or more like a never ending job interview. I suppose I'm in the minority when it comes to the initial Q&A of getting to know someone. I'm less concerned with what you do and more concerned with who you are which makes my approach vastly different from the men I've recently encountered. We present a snapshot of ourselves not only in our bio & photos but also in the minute details (i.e. height, body type, religion, etc). That snapshot should give you enough to know wether or not you want to know more about me. </span><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit;">One more thing, before I get to the "b" word I'm referring to. Why is it when I write an online suitor I never get a response? Oh, that's right it's a cruel, cruel world. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Which seems like the best segue way to to the issue at hand, men suck. Okay I'm referring to one man in particular, Aidan. I know, right? Well here's the good news I'm done. Not like "he's a nice guy, we have fun together, let's just see where this goes" done. I'm "deleted text messages, cried at 2AM, get the fuck over it" done. </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The first step to getting the fuck over a man should involve the delete button. No matter how hard it is, like when he when he made all this effort to see me when he got back from New York, told me how much he liked taking me out or once even went so far to tell me that I was amazing. You know what else he told me? I had beautiful eyebrows. PS-I do. Who gets all hot n' bothered from that, me--that's who. It was each one of those things led me to believe something that was never going to happen would happen. We were <strong>NEVER</strong> going to be together because it's <strong>NEVER</strong> what he wanted. I'm a dumbass. </span></div>
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Speed dating has been around for a number of years now but has never been so popular as a method to meet the opposite sex. London speed dating hosts, Dateinadash state that their fresh and original speed dating events across the UK bring lost of sexy singles together, each and every month with a whole range of events to suit everyone's idea of a good night! From singles parties, wine tasting nights to gay speed dating, and from singles pub crawls, elite speed dating evenings and lock and key parties to name just a few, Dateinadash are excelling in the world of matchmaking. <br />
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Aidan was in the NYC last week for work. I did see him before his departure which was actually on Mother's Day & yes and told me Happy Mother's Day. He better have, right? I told him that I had seen this movie he really liked. So about this film, it's called Upstream Color & I'm gonna do what I should have before I watched it, give you the IMDb synopsis: <em>A man and woman are drawn together, entangled in the life cycle of an ageless organism. Identity becomes an illusion as they struggle to assemble the loose fragments of wrecked lives.</em> It was also written, directed, produced, edited, composed, designed, cast by and starring Shane Carruth. It's a sci-fi/drama, it's the sci-fi part that I sort of struggled to understand but I love a good drama! I also took it upon myself to google indie films on Netflix and ended up watching Kids with Friends and Bachelorette, both pretty good movies just not exactly bringing the heat in the way I had sort of envisioned when I talked about it with him. #itried <br />
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Let's start with the present since that's where we are. Last night I went out with Aidan, its only been a little over two months since the last time we saw each other but who's counting? Oh, wait I am. I found myself battling a fierce case of nerves. Who the hell gets nervous going out with someone they've already gone out with? That happens to you too? Awesome. Clearly the amount of time that's passed has a lot to do with it. It was all laid to rest when I saw him and he gave me hug. I really like being around him but for some reason we haven't quite found our groove. I think it just takes time and it happens when it happens. We went to dinner, he has mad date planning skills. Then came the part of the evening where he looked at me & kissed me & well that was that y'all. The sex we have is so good, can I say that? I just did. It's like the doubts I have when we're not naked aren't there. Funny how being in the presence of a naked man can have that effect, huh? </div>
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Yesterday I was not on the receiving end of one text message from a man*. I make a point of singling out men for two reasons:<br />
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Oh, can we talk about how under appreciated & utilized land lines are? Like the phone in the photo above? How cute? And at the same time how miserable? At least cell phones allow you to set ring/text tones & smart girls everywhere have set a tone for each man. I personally like to pick something that really captures the essence of the relationship I have with the man. Take for instance the man who I kind of felt like <span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">I had fallen under a spell (of sorts) for or the writer. In both cases or rather sounds of a spell being cast or a typewriter was a reminiscent nod to each of them. So the poor girl pictured above is in a special kind of purgatory we've long since said goodbye to. Not to mention the phone being off the hook isn't going to increase the chances of it actually ringing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">It was exactly a week ago today that the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">lovers were loving and what I was</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> not doing was staring deeply into a pair of sweet baby browns. You see t</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">here's this man, don't some of our best stories start like that? So let's start again shall we, there's this man I like. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">We sort of have some history if you tilt your head to the side, close one eye & squint. In ten words or less: six dates, he hits it, quits it & I'm thinking wtf. One drunken text later, his declaration of not wanting anything serious & here we are present day. If you want to read about it for yourself, here you <a href="http://justanotherdoomedsingleb.blogspot.com/2013/08/single-but-ready-for-taking.html?m=1" target="_blank">go</a>! </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222;">So on V-day I was hopeful that I would hear from him. Him being Aidan I sort of skipped introducing him properly, where the hell are my manners? Late afternoon I finally did. Want to know the best part? He didn't actually use the words Valentine's Day, opting instead for a red heart! Which made me laugh and not able to resist poking fun at that by calling it "the day that shall remain nameless." He does possess the ability to say Valentine's Day when he said we would do a belated Valentine's Day the following week, we already had a date on the calendar. Oh, I got another red heart. He gets props for understanding my sense of humor, acknowledging that we weren't spending the evening together but we would be soon enough & excellent use of an emoticon. </span></span><br style="color: #222222;" /><br style="color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222;">This date actually extended to the following day, that's right I spent the night. I know I'm such a slut! When he proposed this idea I was kind of taken aback, like all the way back. See I kind of need definition & parameters to resemble a somewhat successful single woman looking for love. It's casual but sometimes it doesn't feel that way & sleeping over wasn't on my list of "pre-approved activities." I guess we can call it a late addition. Going into this evening I was so nervous, like ridiculous! But why? We know each other, we like each other & once we were together and the margaritas were flowing it was like how it always is, a lot of fun! Why I gotta be such a worry wart? It's just who I am. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">So do you like how I just slipped in that I spent the night with a man I'm totally not dating even though it would appear I was to a passerby. Hey, there are some perfect strangers who totally thought I had a boyfriend! Question: how do I get that to translate to real life? I wouldn't go as far to say I'm clueless more than letting the love (which could very well be a stretch but just go with it) develop. I can't put him in headlock and say, "you're mine motherfucker," right? Not that its crossed my mind or anything. But real talk I have these moments where I think there is some hope for us and in total opposition to the warm and fuzzies I experience doubt of epic proportions. All I can say is that I hope the mental turmoil and emotional anguish I've been subjecting myself to is because I'm a menstruating crazy pants. Hormones are a real thing but fortunately for Aidan I've already tortured one man with them and have learned to just keep quiet. My guess is by this time next week I'll be back to my somewhat normal self. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">That calculation works out to be 279 days or if you're like me and that sounds like no time at all nine months and six days, now that I can work with! Plenty of time to find a man, right? Damn right! </span></span></div>
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This is me, actually it's Jessica Biel. Except you probably know that. What do you see? I see a fab headband, big smile & fantastic heart shaped piñata! Ummm, you know that piñatas are the most festive touch a party can have, right? Oh, you didn't? Now you do! This is where we reach a fork in the road though. When it comes to Valentine's Day you've got the girls like Jessica Biel from the film Valentine's Day who hate it & then you have girls like me the lovers of day with dark orgins. Yeah so that cute chubby baby ain't such a cute chubby baby and something about poisonous arrows. </div>
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Let's pretend the hottie to the left is sending yours truly a text message, up until this very moment I would have been all about it. My latest dating pledge goes like this: <i>men can call, write or email me (listed in preferred preference) but they can not, I repeat can not text me </i>& this single girl right here means business. As I searched for where and how to start this I came to the realization that there are a vast array of to do's & to dont's when it comes to this texting thing. I can't begin to count the hours of my life I've lost and can never get back thanks to what we've all come to know as a winless game of cat & mouse. I say winless because one I'm single and two I don't think I've ever carried on a healthly "textship." Like I said I'm single.<br />
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V invited me to dinner. He asked me out a week in advance. On the Tuesday before the Sunday we were to go out the had picked a restaurant. All of which earned him major brownie points! I like order and I also like things my way and here he goes just falling in line! </div>
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So the day before we were to go out th e transmission in my car failed. Taking me from car owner to hitchhiker in just a matter of hours. I decided to not be an asshole and cancel the date with time still on my side opposed to a few hours before. He expressed concern, encouragement and offered to pick me up in lieu of rescheduling. All desirable qualities so maybe he's a keeper, maybe. I slept on it and figured why put off when I could press on. Can I add that this is very uncharacteristic of me too? I had every intention of drowning my sorrows in multiple bottles of wine. Oh, that very night I did just that! Please tell me you too have looked for answers at the bottom of a wine bottle? </div>
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As I was in the midst of determining what to do about V I had Aidan asking me out. Here I stood at a crossroads, do I put V off for Aidan? Well I used my brain and not my lady parts and put Aidan off. See I want a boyfriend. Aidan doesn't want to be my boyfriend. I will always choose a glimmer of potential over no hope of potentional. So ladies this is my new way of defining "keeping your eye on the prize." See the prize isn't the man, not entirely at least; more so you getting what it is you want. </div>
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Here's the thing about online dating photos, they can be misleading. I know for a fact mine are not. They're clear, not overly filtered or cropped. In the case of V what I saw online didn't translate in person. He opens the car door, I get in said car and then I find out he drives a stick shift. From early on something about his driving had me tapping my imaginary break. I even had a "Omigod am I okay" moment that took the form of what can best be described as a convulsion. Yes, he noticed. No, I wasn't embarrassed. Umm, shouldn't he be for scaring a person he's just meeting for the first time? </div>
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The good news is that after sharing that I was the complete opposite type driver he toned it down considerably on the ride home. I even asked him if he considered himself to be an aggressive driver and he had the audacity to say no! The same man who had no regard for pedistrians and used profanities. Sure your not, keep telling yourself that sweetheart. </div>
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Over the past few months I've done more thinking then I've done writing. In addition to suffering from writers block my heart is all kinds of fucked up. You see in the past even when my heart was aching I was never at a loss for putting that ache into words. But something changed actually it was a someone not a something. As I prepared to do what I do best and take to the keyboard I found myself paralyzed. </div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It's officially known as, Unmarried & Single Americans Week the cool kids however call it National Singles Week. Definitely a hipper and more modern approach which basically describes kind of women we are, right? Hell yes it does! We aren't going to drink away the single girl shame we're going to toast to the single life looking & do it looking damn good. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Did you know 1 in 5 committed relationships last started on an online dating site? So if you're like me and surfing the web for a hottie with LTR potential then the good news is we're exactly where we're supposed to be. I've decided to take this week head on by challenging myself. Besides next week when I have no idea what to write about I'll have this, win-win! I stumbled upon this list of five ways to celebrate National Singles Week, put together by herway.com. Here's what I have a week to accomplish...<br /><br /><b>Quality Time Solo Style</b><br /><br />Let's not confuse alone & lonely, there's a difference although sometimes they're viewed as one in the same. Do I always have a plus one to do whatever my make my heart content at any given moment? Well, no actually. I do enjoy being the social director of my friends but there isn't always someone available. This week I'm going to do something I want all by myself & love every minute of it!<br /><br /><b>Back Away Slowly from the iPhone </b><br /><br />I don't think I'll be able to get all the girls together for dinner & drinks but I'm committing to spending quality girl time with one friend this week. We're gonna turn the phones off, unwind & have some fun. Sounds exactly like something I need!<br /><br /><b>Get Your Flirt On </b><br /><br />I do think one of the best skills you fine tune when it comes to online dating is your ability to flirt. Think of it as a muscle that you need to be exercising regularly. If you can kill it in a low risk situation the next time you spot a group of hot guys at the bar you won't let your inner voice stop you from making a move. What you do is lock a target and send him a drink. You know I've always wanted to do that! Not gonna lie I've wanted to be on the receiving end as well, like I say a girl can dream.<br /><br /><b>Destination: Spontaneous Adventure </b><br /><br />Being single means your get up and go is still intact. Why not pack a bag and do just that, get up and go! Anywhere your heart desires. You never know who you're going to meet, when or where so why not increase the odds by embracing the unknown & unexpetcted. Me spontaneous? I very much like how that sounds.<br /><br /><b>Date Night</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Dating is most fun when you drop the expectations and enjoy it for what it is: meeting a new guy, trying something new & connecting with a new guy whether he's Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now. Or in my case Mr. I'm going to wait five dates to show your ass the door. But that's not what this is about. This is about fun & when you're having fun you're the prettiest you can be and that is sure to catch someone's eye! Even if it's not the eye of the man sitting across from you. Are you with me? Meet Terri...</span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05394397388998959881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300643435104074430.post-6380418531683282212013-09-12T17:01:00.000-07:002013-09-12T17:01:30.513-07:00First He Kissed Me. Then He Dissed Me. <span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Let's start with this...</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">I thought I'd let the burn permeate. You know what I mean, tell myself that I'm destined to be alone, no one is ever gonna love me & find solace albeit momentarily in a bottle of wine. Or perhaps several bottles not exceeding more than one a day. Okay maybe two but that's it! But where's the honesty in that? I'm going to go where many women have gone before, it's a place called he's just not that into you. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">It's with a very heavy heart and full glass I tell you that Aidan is out of the picture. I know. I've decided to chalk it up to a dating casualty. I mean it was just long enough to create a false sense of wonder and just short enough to keep it real with a healthy dose of, "bitch why you trippin'?" As I imbibed this afternoon I had a light bulb moment of sorts, what if I dated myself minus the hand holding and feeling up but hey you can't have it all. I do think its in the realm of possibility to get pretty damn close but not without compromise. I'm compromising the aforementioned. For the time being it suits me just fine. Sort of, I mean hand holding is an under appreciated form of expression but I digress. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #222222;">What's the take away? That all men are assholes. For instance one's name Chris, standing about 6'0, wears </span><span style="color: #222222;">spectacles, may or may not have dreadlocks & is a bicycle enthusiast. But that's just an example, okay? Okay. Wait, that's the obvious not the takeaway. I suck a little less at this thing called dating. I did more things right than I did wrong and for me that sounds a lot like success. So instead of replaying, dissecting and planting unnecessary seeds of self doubt I'm letting it go. I mean any man who passes up on this prime real estate is cray cray. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Going from self deprecating to self love definitely calls for a plan. If you're serious about something make a plan of attack. I've done just that thanks to Google. I might have "reject" stamped on my forehead but I'm way to cute to let it stay there for too long. I'm going to treat each day as if I'm dating myself. Which I'll be starting full force tomorrow being that as I write this I'm in workout clothes with day old dirty hair. It's going to go like this...</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #222222;">1. </span><span style="color: magenta;">Get Ready.<b> </b></span></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">One of the things I struggle with is getting dressed for the day. If I'm not going anywhere than I'm content to just bum it, this stops now. I'm going to do do my hair & put on make up. Every day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #222222;">2. </span><span style="color: magenta;">Wear Something Fun.<b> </b></span><span style="color: #222222;">Something that makes me feel good & shows off my personality.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #222222;">3. </span><span style="color: magenta;">Clean Your Space.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="color: #222222;">Imagine someone was coming to pick you up. What would your house look like? Probably different from what it does now. Fold the laundry, throw out the trash and do whatever else needs to be done. I always feel so much better once I've tided up. It's just the getting started part. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #222222;">4. </span><span style="color: magenta;">Tell Your Friends How Excited You Are.</span><span style="color: #222222;"> I'm going to be honest. I'm not all that excited quite yet. I'm going to set some goals. I'm going to consider sharing them with a friend or two and allowing them to hold me accountable. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #222222;">5. </span><span style="color: magenta;">Have a Plan. </span><span style="color: #222222;">Running. Knitting. Keeping up with my favorite shows. I'm going to do it all. Give yourself the courtesy of scheduling and keeping a date. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #222222;">6. </span><span style="color: magenta;">Give Yourself a Thoughtful Gift. </span></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">With my birthday just around the corner I couldn't be more ready than to gift myself. Also celebrating milestones, the progress I make deserves attention just like in any relationship. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #222222;">7. </span><span style="color: magenta;">Leave Yourself Love Notes.</span><span style="color: #222222;"> Sticky notes on the mirror. Scribbling my favorite quote. Even an inspirational photo. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #222222;">8. </span><span style="color: magenta;">Talk Only Positively About Yourself.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="color: #222222;">I'm going to have to dig deep but I think I can do it. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">9.</span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: magenta;"> </span><span style="color: magenta;">Get to Know You.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="color: #222222;">Journal it. I actually just got a brand new shiny journal from my sister. I still have yet to write in it. Learn. What are my goals? Dreams? Who do I want to be? It's time to explore what that looks like. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #222222;">10. </span><span style="color: magenta;">Kiss Yourself Goodnight.</span><span style="color: #222222;"> I'm going to start a nighttime routine that is all about self love. Tea? Knitting? Whatever it is I want to leave me relaxed and ready to sleep soundly. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">Some of these things are going to be easier to tackle than others. Easy is overrated right? Right. I'll keep you posted with a progress report in a week. The goal, Dee the brains behind this put it best,</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">How awesome would that be? Aidan, who?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">PS-Here's the <a href="http://www.stratejoy.com/2011/02/how-to-date-yourself-in-10-ways/" target="_blank">link</a> I'm using as my muse in case you want to join me! </span><br />
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