<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104007706002607412</id><updated>2011-12-17T08:12:28.566-08:00</updated><category term='The Game'/><category term='Bad Date'/><title type='text'>Single &amp; Still Searching</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104007706002607412.post-2433817080039768491</id><published>2007-12-08T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T17:06:56.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfriended = Dumped! Wha?</title><content type='html'>Apparently since the creation of Facebook it has suddenly become acceptable to simply be Unfriended on Facebook rather the broken up with. As if relationships aren't hard enough, we now not only have to worry about getting dumped but deletion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable. I've heard of being dumped by phone, on an answering machine, by a friend, an awkward email the list is almost endless then I hear this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more things made available to enhance communication suddenly made it easier to Ex-communicate, and possibly, eventually make verbal conversation obsolete all together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/104007706002607412-2433817080039768491?l=singlesearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/2433817080039768491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=104007706002607412&amp;postID=2433817080039768491&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/2433817080039768491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/2433817080039768491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/2007/12/unfriended-dumped-wha.html' title='Unfriended = Dumped! Wha?'/><author><name>Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104007706002607412.post-2172359266041146916</id><published>2007-05-03T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T19:43:17.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,courier new,courier,tahoma,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The fact is ladies, we don't have to do a lot to pick up men, the hard part is keeping them :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,courier new,courier,tahoma,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this email the other day and I thought it went well with the current theme of my blog.. ok it goes with the constant theme lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such law that states only males can use pick-up lines - in fact,  it's proven that a female has a higher success rate, with that being said here are my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.       Are my undies showing? He: ["No."] You: Would you like them to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.       What's a sexy guy like you doing in a dirty mind like mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.       I'm a hurdle. Do you want to jump me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.       Are you busy tonight at 2:00 A.M.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.       (As he's leaving)....Hey aren't you forgetting something? He: What?&lt;br /&gt;You: Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.       As you walk by, turn around and say: Excuse me, did you just touch&lt;br /&gt;my ass?   He: No.   You: Why not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.       Congratulations! You've been voted "Most Hottest Guy In This Room"&lt;br /&gt;and the grand prize is a night with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.       Damn, I thought "very-fine" only came in a bottle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.       Do you mind if I stare at you up close instead of from across the&lt;br /&gt;room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.   Does your girlfriend know where you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.   Excuse me, do you believe in one-night stands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.   Excuse me, do you think you might possibly have a mutual friend who&lt;br /&gt;could introduce us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.   Hi, are you here to meet a nice girl or will I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.   Hi, I've been undressing you with my eyes all night long, and think&lt;br /&gt;it's time to see if I'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.   Hi. You'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.   I've had quite a bit to drink, and you're beginning to look pretty&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.   Say, did we go to different schools together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. You see my friend over there? [Point to friend who sheepishly waves from&lt;br /&gt;afar] She wants to know if YOU think I'M cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. You're HOT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/104007706002607412-2172359266041146916?l=singlesearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/2172359266041146916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=104007706002607412&amp;postID=2172359266041146916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/2172359266041146916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/2172359266041146916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for fun'/><author><name>Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104007706002607412.post-266058428750412571</id><published>2007-04-09T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T18:41:34.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypnosis</title><content type='html'>Ok so the next part of the book that really 'took' me was a system someone uses that is pretty much Hypnosis.  This upsets me.  They learn/teach to use certain words and ways of speaking to literally hypnotize women into thinking they like them.  This I don't like.  It is one thing to learn how to show confidence and or how to get a women's attention, but there is a line.   I have no problem with men using 'gimmicks' to pick up women because ultimately we fall for the guy behind the show.  It is getting our attention that is hard.  Getting women to sleep with you by hypnosis is just plan sleazy. &lt;br /&gt;Now to be clear this guy isn't putting women in a trance or anything, but he is using key words almost subliminal messages to 'convince' them they are into him.  I find that weird and disturbing.   I am not going to go much more into this because they don't actually go into a lot of detail in the book, so I feel I will misrepresent the book by interpretation if I do.&lt;br /&gt;If you have any comments please share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/104007706002607412-266058428750412571?l=singlesearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/266058428750412571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=104007706002607412&amp;postID=266058428750412571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/266058428750412571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/266058428750412571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/2007/04/hypnosis.html' title='Hypnosis'/><author><name>Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104007706002607412.post-5121947876762564980</id><published>2007-04-02T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T11:22:14.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Game'/><title type='text'>Sex Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ok so here is a guideline that one of the pick up artists has written for his followers.  I will try to explain if there are terms that are unclear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Smile when you walk into a room.  See the group with the target and follow the three second rule.  Do not hesitate - approach instantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;This is mostly self explanatory.  The three second rule is basically that the man has to approach the target (or group) right away.  By the way if the target is in a group he will ignore her and maybe even throw a snarky comment at her (called a Neg).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Recite a memorized opener, if not two or three in a row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Self Explanatory, can be something as simple as "Did you guys watch the game tonight?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) The opener should open the group, not just the target.  When talking ignore the target for the most part.  If there are men in the group, focus your attention on the men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) Neg the target with one of the slew negs we've come up with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Here is when he insults the girl he likes, if he does it right, he makes it seem cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) Convey personality to the entire group.  Do this by using stories, magic, anecdotes, and humour.  Pay particular attention to the men and the less attractive women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) Neg the target again if appropriate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Again insult her.. this guy gets laid a lot by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) Ask the group, "So, how does everyone know each other? ' if the target is with one of the guys inquire for how long.. then say "pleasure meeting you both".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;This one bothers me because he isn't saying forget about the target, he is basically telling the guys to be nice to the boyfriends as they are going to still try to sleep with their girlfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8) If she is single, say to the group "I've sort of been alienating your friend.  Is it all right if I speak to her for a couple minutes?"  Usually they agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9) Isolate her from the group by telling her you want to show her something. Take her to sit with you nearby.  As you lead her through the crowd, do a kino test by holding her hand.  If she squeezes back, its on.  Start looking for other IOIs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;First of all I find this creepy, if I'm with my friends I'm not getting up and leaving to chat with you after you just insulted me.&lt;br /&gt;Explanations: Kino test : physical touch test... if you touch her and she lets you its a good sign or an IOI (indicator of interest).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10)  Sit her down and perform a Demonstrative Value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;In other words do a magic trick or play a mind game, recite a riddle... Um weird? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11) Tell her "Beauty is common but what's rare is a great energy and outlook on life.  Tell me, what do you have inside that would make me what to know you as more then a mere face in the crowd?" if she begins to list qualities, this is a positive IOI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ok pleeeease tell me this doesn't work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12) Stap talking.  Does she reinitiate the chat with a question that begins with the word 'So?' . If so, you have seen 3 IOIs and you can move on to step 13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13) Kiss Close.  Say out of the blue "Would you like to kiss me?" If it's not a conduciveenvironment or have to go say "I have to go, but we should continue this" and then get  her number and  leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;This one makes me laugh as I have heard it 100 times, the problem is they have a response for Yes - No and Maybe... here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yes - They kiss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;No - They say "I didn't say you could, it just look like you had something on your mind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Maybe - Say "Lets find out" and he kisses you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So.. I have spent the last 3 days trying to think of a response that they couldn't get out of... and that is this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Do you want to kiss me?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So now they are stuck.  If they say yes, no or maybe and you are a bitch like me, you can say "thought so" and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That's all I have today. Back to the book...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/104007706002607412-5121947876762564980?l=singlesearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/5121947876762564980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=104007706002607412&amp;postID=5121947876762564980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/5121947876762564980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/5121947876762564980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/2007/04/sex-magic.html' title='Sex Magic'/><author><name>Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104007706002607412.post-3069253322754360295</id><published>2007-03-28T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T11:22:34.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Game'/><title type='text'>The Game</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know about the book by Neil Strauss "The Game - Penetrating the secret society of pick up artists" I want to give you a brief idea of what it is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a true story, made out to be like a 'Man's Bible' or 'Survival Guide' of some sort to help men pick up women.  In a sense it makes women look stupid, but it also says a lot about the psychology of women.  I am currently reading it and although I've only read a few chapters,  I can already see that I too have been played.  Honestly, I didn't think I had been... not as much as I'm afraid I may discover I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read I plan to let you ladies know what I am reading, and give you examples of what these men do.. if for nothing else but to help you realize when you are being played.  It is hard to admit, but it happens to all of us.  Now I don't want you to think that all men are creeps or out only to get you in the sack.  I do want you to be self aware though, and not allow men to make you feel like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I am more familiar with 'The Game' I hope to conduct a little experiment of my own. I want to see if I can become a player, as oppose to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;playee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to write as often as possible... please please please feel free to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;comment&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; I insist on it.  I want to hear your stories, how you were played or how you dodged a player.  I know that one might be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;, but we have to stick together.  Win the Game so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note I will now continue my read... and remember this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't hate the Player, hate the Game'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/104007706002607412-3069253322754360295?l=singlesearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/3069253322754360295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=104007706002607412&amp;postID=3069253322754360295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/3069253322754360295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/3069253322754360295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/2007/03/game.html' title='The Game'/><author><name>Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104007706002607412.post-1461629783736388116</id><published>2007-03-09T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T12:21:21.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Push and Run</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know my relationship pattern, it goes something like this.  Meet a guy... usually am not interested.  He manages to spend time with me 'cause I can't say now.  I start to like him, as soon as I realize that I could like him a lot I push him away or run in the other direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you read my post below, you will see that I met someone I liked and he was just like me.  So much that when things started to get good and I got comfortable, he pushed and ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push and Run..  That's what I will call it.. the Push and Run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a lesson in this? Am I suppose to date the guy who is like me or opposite? How do I pick and choose.  I want someone who has outgoing qualities like me, but can share the centre of attention. I need someone who can take it slow, but isn't afraid of commitment like I am.  I want someone who has a dreams, but can bring me down from having my head in the clouds when he has to.   I don't know how so many people have found love and gotten married, seems too tricky.  I need to know your secrets.  Please share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just hope for better luck next time I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/104007706002607412-1461629783736388116?l=singlesearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/1461629783736388116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=104007706002607412&amp;postID=1461629783736388116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/1461629783736388116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/1461629783736388116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/2007/03/push-and-run.html' title='Push and Run'/><author><name>Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104007706002607412.post-527063788308537095</id><published>2007-03-02T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T12:19:32.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next...</title><content type='html'>So I've been getting emails asking me to update my blog.... who am I dating now, what's going on etc.  I have to tell you this blog is getting a bit boring as it is always about me lately.  Please!!! send me stories, I need more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing with a story this time that doesn't upset me, scare me or frustrate me.  I met a man and I like him.  Seriously, it was a random meeting, at a bar of all places, he joked and invited me to the Bahamas, seemed nice, I gave him my card and thought nothing of it.  Figured just a nice laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a few days later I got an email saying that if I wouldn't go to the Bahamas the least I could do was let him take me out for dinner.  So of course I did... well lunch, but lunch led to dinner (the same day).  I have been dating him for a few weeks now, and I look forward to seeing him again.  Rare for me.  I don't know how to describe him, but in a nutshell he is the male version of me.  I think that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to keep you posted on good things... but please someone give me stories to entertain!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/104007706002607412-527063788308537095?l=singlesearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/527063788308537095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=104007706002607412&amp;postID=527063788308537095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/527063788308537095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/527063788308537095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/2007/03/next.html' title='Next...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104007706002607412.post-4457567942888252451</id><published>2007-02-17T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T13:14:38.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Free!!</title><content type='html'>So a long time coming I finally told Tom I didn't want to see him anymore.  It was hard as he was/is so nice to me... good news is he fucked up.  It wasn't a big deal really, but it did 'give me an out' basically confirming what we knew all along, that we weren't good together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited, and I am ready to try again. Good luck to me.  Stay posted though as I have met some interesting people who might get a chance to lock me in... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;... Also good luck to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/104007706002607412-4457567942888252451?l=singlesearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/4457567942888252451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=104007706002607412&amp;postID=4457567942888252451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/4457567942888252451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/4457567942888252451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-free.html' title='I&apos;m Free!!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104007706002607412.post-9124985198456781523</id><published>2007-02-13T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T13:24:16.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official I'm afraid of Commitment</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to add to that.  I don't want a boyfriend, I don't want a husband, I want to continue to fill my life with meaningless relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.   Hoping someone can change that, but I don't see it happening soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/104007706002607412-9124985198456781523?l=singlesearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/9124985198456781523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=104007706002607412&amp;postID=9124985198456781523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/9124985198456781523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/9124985198456781523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-official-im-afraid-of-commitment.html' title='It&apos;s Official I&apos;m afraid of Commitment'/><author><name>Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104007706002607412.post-4686456581631308401</id><published>2007-02-07T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T13:24:16.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commitment-Phobic</title><content type='html'>So... I'm sure we are all wondering about Tom.  I am still seeing him.  I did tell him how I felt, or more so how I don't feel.  Surprisingly he took it well, and in fact might like me more.  I have found myself wanting to hang out with him more often now that the pressure is off.  Can you say commitment-phobic? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry that I want him around because I'm lonely.  Then I worry that I don't want him around because I am afraid of commitment.  I am the most confused person I know.  I want a boyfriend, but if I there is someone interested I push them away.  I think it ultimately comes down to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the right guy comes around I will NOT push him away, I will NOT be afraid, and I WILL be happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then I am going make a real effort with Tom.  He is happy to keep it casual, and I'm good at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I have to get over is being with him in public or in front of friends... I am so closed.  I'm not embarrassed of him at all, and god I hope he doesn't think I am.  I just feel (likely as we have mutual friends) that every move we make is under scrutiny.  In fact it bothers me so much he hasn't met any of my friends.   I hate people judging before I do.  I guess I want to decide how I feel before I hear the opinions of others... and being as I can't do that I'm going to have to have a secret/private relationship until then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just wondering if anyone else's out there is as crazy as I am.   Seriously this is not even girly, it's stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/104007706002607412-4686456581631308401?l=singlesearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/4686456581631308401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=104007706002607412&amp;postID=4686456581631308401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/4686456581631308401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/4686456581631308401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/2007/02/commitment-phobic.html' title='Commitment-Phobic'/><author><name>Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104007706002607412.post-4070729791129664205</id><published>2007-01-15T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T12:37:03.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Heart or Chicken Shit?</title><content type='html'>With Respect to the previous entry I am still dating Tom as I may, or may not, have had a change of heart.  He seems to be calming down around me, especially when we aren't alone.  I am giving it a shot. Someone who treats me that well deserves an effort on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be honest though, I'm going in thinking it's not going to work.  I know can't go in thinking that. I just know myself.  Hopefully I can be PC and if I have to end it, and end it well.  Or alternatively I hope I fall madly in love with him and have his babies... ha ha okay that was a joke.  Just hoping to like him for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/104007706002607412-4070729791129664205?l=singlesearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/4070729791129664205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=104007706002607412&amp;postID=4070729791129664205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/4070729791129664205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/4070729791129664205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/2007/01/change-of-heart-or-chicken-shit.html' title='Change of Heart or Chicken Shit?'/><author><name>Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104007706002607412.post-4084593384732303245</id><published>2007-01-08T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:22:56.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the dating scene…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;So at the end of 2006 I was on a bit of a roll.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Had a few dates although nothing amounted to anything more then a few dates.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What I did find though is that the men keep getting younger… or I'm quickly getting older?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One friend pointed out to me that, even though we are getting older our tastes aren’t so the twenty-something year olds are still very appealing.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;I have been dating someone (3 dates only) 2 years younger than me, not a big deal, in fact hardly noticeable. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We will call him Tom. He is smart and really nice, and not bad to look at, fairly attractive actually, but not only is the spark not there, one I thought was there as we have been dancing around dating each other for over a year, but it seems as if we are on 2 different pages, more so 2 different books.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is reading science-fiction and I’m ready a biography.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has fun and is enthusiastic every time I see him, so happy etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I on the other hand want to saw off my arm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, I find his stories long and uninteresting, not necessarily because they are boring, I really just think it’s a bad match.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This normally wouldn’t be a problem except that he is a friend of a friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This friend I didn’t want to tell about the dating, but Tom has already mentioned it… he is also writing a tell all book.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That bugs me as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Three dates to me hardly constitutes bragging rights, and I have only told a couple friends, no names mentioned, no introductions or anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now the question is, how to I stop seeing him without causing a wave of &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;interest and far too many inquiries?&lt;span style=""&gt;  I don't think I can, I must prepare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Next date, accidental date really, but has to be mentioned is interesting for a number of reasons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Reason number one, he was a lot younger then me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We will call him Joey (‘cause he is a kid) lol. My usual rule is half my age plus 7, he is half my age plus 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-CA" style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That is a lot younger then me, but as I said, my taste hasn’t changed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thinking we were just hanging out (he is a friend from an old job) I agreed to go out with him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When he arrived and after a few comments he made I realized he thought we were on a date... I guess we were.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t worry too much about it until afterward. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Which brings us to interesting bit number two, I had more fun with him then I did with Tom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This pushes me further into thinking I need to end things with Tom… but what do I do about Joey? So far I have done nothing, and it has worked.  Avoidance is key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For 2007 I hope to meet someone that is closer to my age, has similar goals, wants what I want in a relationship.. oh and is UBBER HOT.  Is that too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/104007706002607412-4084593384732303245?l=singlesearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/4084593384732303245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=104007706002607412&amp;postID=4084593384732303245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/4084593384732303245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/4084593384732303245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-in-dating-scene.html' title='Back in the dating scene…'/><author><name>Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104007706002607412.post-4600582345757107915</id><published>2006-10-08T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T10:44:20.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Number Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: navy;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;Well it has been far too long since I have written.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Honestly it’s not because I’m busy, it’s because I’m not dating, nor are my friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So due to a dry summer I have not had anything to write about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although I still haven’t dated I thought I would take some time to write down some random thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;Why do men ask for your number and then not call? Alternatively, why do the ones you don’t want to call you, get your number (by lying) and then harass you? Don’t worry I will elaborate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;Approximately three weeks ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I met a handsome stranger on the street.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know not the best place to ‘pick up’ but I’m running out of options.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, I meet him, we talk, we laugh, we exchange numbers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He called.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yup he did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We talked on the phone for about 15 min, he asked me to go out with him on the weekend, I said yes, he said he’d call to confirm.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;He never called again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nope he apparently just wanted to see if I was stupid enough to agree to go out with a guy I met on the street.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;Scenario number two, ran into a guy from &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;highschool&lt;/span&gt; at the bar, I &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t interested, but he used my job to get my number.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How, by saying he wanted to buy something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course you do. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They know I’m not interested but they think they can grow on me if they see me again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So they tell me they want me to ‘represent’ them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t say no (even though I should have learned this by now) because he could be a possible buyer and make me some money.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course he is not a buyer, he is a loser, he calls me, he emails me and some of them even manage to get me to show them places before I figure out their ‘plan’.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;With this in mind I decided to try a little experiment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I started giving out my number to pretty much anyone who asked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;90% of the men seemed fairly nice and I &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t mind them calling… 10% I hesitated, but in the name of science continued the experiment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;So I gave out my number to let’s say 10 guys in 2 weeks, 8 who I would want to call me 2 who I &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;Results: 9 phone calls.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Surprised? You &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t be, they were from the 2 I put in the “I &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t want to call me category. That’s not the kicker, the kicker is that it was all within 24 hours of meeting me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Batchelor&lt;/span&gt; #1 called the next day, twice; and 6 calls, yes 6 were from &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Batchelor&lt;/span&gt; #2 (including 2 emails in that 24 hours by the way).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;So really I have come to no conclusions, other then if I like a guy I can &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt; he &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t going to call me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/104007706002607412-4600582345757107915?l=singlesearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/4600582345757107915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=104007706002607412&amp;postID=4600582345757107915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/4600582345757107915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/4600582345757107915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/2006/10/number-challenge.html' title='The Number Challenge'/><author><name>Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104007706002607412.post-4179438388387641654</id><published>2006-05-15T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T10:36:53.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotionally Unavailable or Just Stupid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" lang="EN-CA"&gt;So here I am in the midst of dating a super great guy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is smart, funny and very nice, far too nice in fact. We will call him “Super-nice Scientist Guy”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He wants to see me all the time, (but not too much) and I enjoy seeing him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He treats me to nice dinners, a good laugh and even took me for a massage at the spa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As for attraction, it too is there, he is a great kisser - a bittoo  huggy kissy for me but not a deal breaker. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know you can see where this is going so I’ll get right to it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What is the problem?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well the problem is this;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am just not ‘feeling it’.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is no heart flutter or butterflies in my tummy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Am I expecting too much too soon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can usually tell if I like someone at this point, but I am distracted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not sure by what, but something is holding me back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well it turns out I found out the answer to the above. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There are 2 reasons I couldn’t make it work with super-nice scientist guy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;#1) I am emotionally unavailable… for the most part.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But only to nice guys who are interested in me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am available to assholes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s right I love assholes - turns out men are right nice guys finish last.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reason #2) The asshole in question.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I fell for a guy (we will call him ‘Dude’)… yup a guy who is aloof,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a guy who calls me sexy when he wants me to have fun with him, a guy who makes me smile when I’m around, but makes me cry when I’m not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(okay okay we all know I don’t cry, but I needed the dramatic effect there.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, I broke up with Super-Nice Scientist Guy for the Dude and now I regret it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not because I necessarily think it would have worked with Super-Nice Scientist Guy (no heart flutter); but I didn’t even date Dude.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let me explain further.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had a crush on Dude because he made me laugh, he made me feel sexy, and we have great good .&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sounds like a perfect relationship - no?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well it was not a relationship it was a fantasy that only I was a part of.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I some how conjured up a relationship out of a few jokes, some good company, and crazy attraction.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So where am I now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I broke up with Super-Nice Scientist Guy (as you know) because I felt guilty for having a crush on Dude (in addition to being emotionally unavailable), confessed to Dude my ‘feelings’ for him…. And now I am alone and miserable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why because I was seeing what I wanted to see with Dude.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t stress this enough, if it looks like a duck, and acts like a duck, it’s a duck…if it looks like a relationship, and feels like a relationship, CLARIFY… Men aren’t ducks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So if it looks like you could be happy with someone make sure they are on the same page because if not you WILL get hurt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even if he is your friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t think Dude did it on purpose, but he broke me… he took a confident women and made a pile of bitter and sad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t blame him completely, I blame me, but I (we women) deserve better, and need to be on the look out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My newest advice (and likely a repeat) LOOK OUT FOR NUMBER ONE! That’s you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not saying not to let men in, just be careful.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Take care out there ladies, put on your boxing gloves and get in the ring.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/104007706002607412-4179438388387641654?l=singlesearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/4179438388387641654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=104007706002607412&amp;postID=4179438388387641654&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/4179438388387641654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/4179438388387641654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/2006/05/emotionally-unavailable-or-just-stupid.html' title='Emotionally Unavailable or Just Stupid?'/><author><name>Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104007706002607412.post-7544367717417237553</id><published>2006-04-08T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T13:30:42.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Date'/><title type='text'>Bad Date Chronicles – Bad Date #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;This is a story of a friend of mine who went on yet another first date.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before the date she was excited, even optimistic if you will. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Afterward, I listened with anticipation as she described what sounded like a great first date, they got along well, had lots to talk about even a friendly touch here and there… apparently he too felt comfortable, extremely comfortable, more so then a normal person.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s correct this wouldn’t be on here if it wasn’t about a date gone a rye. So this gent feeling confident that he is doing a great job wooing my friend decides to tell her an anecdote if you will, a little ‘story’ about his date preparation process.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He mentions a few things, for example he washed his sheets (as if she might get to lay between them) and then this:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently, in his pre-date grooming he hurt himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To paraphrase as best as a third party can he said, “ I got my nut-sack caught or cut or something in my grooming and I now have a Band-Aid on my aforementioned nut-sack” &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s all I have to say about this one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can not add to that, but I do want to emphasize that if nothing else in this story is accurate know that the term “Nut-Sack” was in fact the term he used to describe, to his first date, his testicles.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/104007706002607412-7544367717417237553?l=singlesearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/7544367717417237553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=104007706002607412&amp;postID=7544367717417237553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/7544367717417237553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/7544367717417237553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/2006/04/bad-date-chronicles-bad-date-2.html' title='Bad Date Chronicles – Bad Date #2'/><author><name>Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104007706002607412.post-3644058225269206438</id><published>2006-03-13T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T15:50:40.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Analyze This</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Why are we in a state of constant analysis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Even in the best relationships 90% of the time is spent analyzing them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good, bad, neutral, regardless of how the relationship is going it seems as though we feel the need to dissect it, analyze it and then tell our theory to all our friends (and some strangers).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not sure if this is to reassure ourselves of something, or to have them convince us we are wrong, but whatever the reason we can’t help but do it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is why women are constantly asking men the question “What are you thinking?” it’s because we really don’t know, and “Nothing” is not a good enough answer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Men have to realize the question the hardest part for us, because ultimately our fear is that they will respond with “I’m thinking you ask too many questions and I’m breaking up with you.” when they say “nothing” we think it can’t possibly be nothing, it has to be something, and if he’s not telling me it’s bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My advice to men, always say, “I’m thinking of how sexy you are.” That would make me happy… and stop analyzing sh*t for at least 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say men are difficult but I still think it’s us, women.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I admit I am guilty of it too… Actually I am the queen of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll be the first to tell my girlfriends to stop analyzing and enjoy life, yet as soon as I’m interested in a guy I’m become a paranoid schizophrenic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If our guy is totally into us and treats us like a queen we think he is needy. If our guy isn’t attentive enough we assume he doesn’t like us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are constantly trying to figure out what makes them tick, yet don’t believe them when they tell us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t think it’s because we don’t trust men, I think it’s a lack of self-confidence for the most part, but also a defence mechanism.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think by reviewing and analyzing and turning the relationship into some sort of equation that we have to ‘figure out’ we can separate ourselves from the emotional part of it and then if it doesn’t work we can’t be upset because we saw it coming, or at least we should have if we did our homework.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;I don’t think there is an easy way to escape this but I’m going to try.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/104007706002607412-3644058225269206438?l=singlesearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/3644058225269206438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=104007706002607412&amp;postID=3644058225269206438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/3644058225269206438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/3644058225269206438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/2006/03/analyze-this.html' title='Analyze This'/><author><name>Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104007706002607412.post-1975306567857313046</id><published>2006-02-02T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T08:41:35.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Relationship Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;It seems as though everyone is rushing in to relationships these days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The dating starts, by the third date they are sleeping together, the fourth they move in and within 3 months they’ve bought a house together… and are planning a wedding.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t think this is a one off situation either.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have had two friends elope this past year (one after only knowing each other 5 weeks) and many moving in together and buying houses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think it is great that they are so in love that they want to be together all the time, but what is the rush?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it an issue of insecurity?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do we have to move fast enough so that our partner doesn’t realize what a mistake they’re making by being with us?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;I found myself in a rush recently, which is not like me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, I went on a date a couple weeks ago; I thought it went really well, at the end of the night he kissed me on the cheek.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;It was the perfect end to a great first date.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Second date, again great date, felt more comfortable but at the end of the night he kissed me on the cheek… again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know why, but this time it bothered me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t necessarily want him to stick his tongue down my throat, but maybe a kiss on the lips would have been nice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I left feeling unsure… why? Maybe because I had never gone on a second date without getting a kiss, in fact I don’t usually go one date without one… Well he finally kissed me – and I say finally because that’s how I felt at the time, when really it was only our third meeting – but I digress, he kissed me, it was perfect, I swear it made my knees buckle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was worth the ‘wait’; in fact I would have waiting longer had I known it would be so intoxicating.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;So what was it that made me feel so rushed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;I’m looking for answers to this one…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/104007706002607412-1975306567857313046?l=singlesearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/1975306567857313046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=104007706002607412&amp;postID=1975306567857313046&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/1975306567857313046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/1975306567857313046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/2006/02/relationship-rush.html' title='The Relationship Rush'/><author><name>Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104007706002607412.post-3156441532813388800</id><published>2006-01-12T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T08:39:50.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Bitter in Style?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;The one thing I’ve noticed lately is the growing amount of bitter women; &lt;u&gt;Young&lt;/u&gt;, bitter women.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s strange but I think a lot of it is just a fad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is cool to be bitter… “Everyone is doing it”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although what I’m writing can be is often negative - especially in the direction of men, it’s meant to be entertaining.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s just my opinion, opinion’s made through personal experience and the experience of others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wouldn’t describe myself as bitter, I’m just trying to figure things out, form an opinion, add a little humour and have everyone read about it, lol….&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Before I get off topic let me explain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Recently I was out with a number or 20 something girls, EARLY 20 something single girls.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well these single girls were being loud and clear about their opinions, and feelings toward the opposite sex.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll give you one guess to what it was I heard… That’s right it was bitterness. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not being much older then these girls I can’t understand it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve been hurt, and badly, yet I have still managed to keep the bitter away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My anger (if any) would be toward the one who hurt me, and only him, not all men.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I then looked at single women in their late 20’s and up, still bitter… in fact it seemed the amount of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;‘bitter’ was in direct relation to their age.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One year older, a pinch more ‘bitter’.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;By being bitter toward the entire gender we are basically claiming all men are the same. That then brings up the question; do we think all women are the same? We know damn well we are not… so why would we assume men are.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;This made me wonder about the opinion of men…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Are men just as bitter as women?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well being a person with many male friends I decided to observe their behaviour.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My results, the older they got the less bitter they were.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The men under 30 had some negative things to say about women, and most were expressed in a bitter way, but the one difference was they would never swear off women (like we do men) they still wanted to have female companionship – ie: get laid – despite the risk of getting hurt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was one exception, but again men are not all the same. The men over 30 did not seem to be bitter at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, their opinion was that in the past they were not ready for a relationship therefore one would not work for them regardless of the women.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Knowing these men for a number of years I can say they were a little bitter when I first met them, but always going back for more.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;I am not sure why there is this distinct difference between the bitterness of men and women, but I’ve come up with a theory… maybe I pulled it out of my ass, who knows, but here it is:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Women who have been hurt seem to take much longer, too long sometimes, to get over men (relationships) then men do women.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because the men get over their relationships much quicker the bitter doesn’t have time to manifest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or maybe, just maybe men realize women aren’t all the same.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/104007706002607412-3156441532813388800?l=singlesearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/3156441532813388800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=104007706002607412&amp;postID=3156441532813388800&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/3156441532813388800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/3156441532813388800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/2006/01/is-bitter-in-style.html' title='Is Bitter in Style?'/><author><name>Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104007706002607412.post-7593140408996338383</id><published>2005-11-30T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T13:31:08.172-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Date'/><title type='text'>Bad Date Chronicles – Bad Date #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;This story is brought to you first hand by a former singleton she shall remain nameless…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night I meet a friend of a friend while out with a group. When he asks for my number, I think well, he's not my typical pitter patter causing kind of guy, but what the hell, the fall has been slow on the dating front. Turns out I should have trusted the no heart beat instinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet a week or two later for dinner. The restaurant is nice enough, and he orders wine, so I'm thinking things may go well after all. Then, we get past discussing menu items, and it is all down hill. It starts with, "my psoriasis has been really bad for the past few months, mostly on my scalp and feet, and it has been causing problems at work. Whenever I lean over someone else's desk, a few flakes fall onto their desk." He says this while leaning in close, head tilted. You know, because he doesn't want anybody tohear. He seems to have missed the lesson on impressing your date, not the next table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;Now, I must clear my name to an extent at this point. I am not cold hearted, psoriasis in and of itself certainly would not make someone undate-able to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, he walks me home. At the door, he opens hs arms to hug me.  As we go towards one another, I obviously move my head to the side to communicate that there will be no kiss.  As our heads pass, I begin to relax. But No! There is a somewhat painful feeling between my legs... it's a crotch grab!!! I Guess if a women doesn't want to kiss you, you then go straight for the goods!  I was in so much shock that I didn't smack him I just turned on my heels and went inside.  I think my jaw was still on the ground a week later.  After that performance, you'll be shocked to hear that he called three days later to see if I wanted to do it again!  With a crotch grabbing flaky man? I'm sure this one is still on the singles scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/104007706002607412-7593140408996338383?l=singlesearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/7593140408996338383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=104007706002607412&amp;postID=7593140408996338383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/7593140408996338383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/7593140408996338383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/2005/11/bad-date-chronicles-bad-date-1.html' title='Bad Date Chronicles – Bad Date #1'/><author><name>Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104007706002607412.post-3484204464538135242</id><published>2005-11-08T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T08:26:54.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we in relationships just to be in a relationship?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;The other day I was having dinner with the girls – Miss Pink and Miss Black (single), Miss Blue and Red (in serious relationships) - We were discussing what we always discuss, sex, but more importantly relationships.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Two of us complaining about incessant bad dates, the tribulations of trying to meet someone new, where to find him, and how to figure out if that they are bad for us before it’s too late.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then in a quite voice Miss. Red says, “I wonder if I’m in a relationship because I’m afraid of being alone again.”&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;A sort silence was followed by three women simultaneously saying “No you love him…” Although I do believe that is true, our response seemed almost urgent, afraid.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently we don’t want to see our girlfriends in the same predicament we’re in.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that bad to be single? Or is it that we need to believe in love so badly we romanticize other people's relationsips together for them, or us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Ultimately that brings us to the question: How do we (the people in relationships) know when it’s over?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m a strong believer in fighting the good fight, and using all resources to solve problems before giving up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well it’s not actually giving up if you have tried your best, opened your heart and mind and did all you could do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to believe love will conquer all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If it becomes too exhausting, and you deflated, perhaps it’s not love you are fighting for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;I don’t think I answered any of our questions, but hopefully we will learn to listen to our friends about their relationships instead of jumping to reassure them it’s is all okay when in fact we have no idea what is going on inside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For those in relationships, hopefully they will learn to reflect on them without bias so they can judge what is truly going on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What everyone should do is support our friends, listen to them and celebrate with them when they do find true love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/104007706002607412-3484204464538135242?l=singlesearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/3484204464538135242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=104007706002607412&amp;postID=3484204464538135242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/3484204464538135242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/3484204464538135242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/2006/11/are-we-in-relationships-just-to-be-in.html' title='Are we in relationships just to be in a relationship?'/><author><name>Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104007706002607412.post-7996226913893667694</id><published>2005-10-28T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T08:10:21.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dating Game? Is it all a game?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;Growing up I was taught that when I ‘grew up’ I would meet someone, fall in love, get married and have kids.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No one ever mentioned how to get there, it just happens.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well maybe it just happened to some, but dating is not that simple, it seems to have become a game, sometimes even a sport.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you’re actively dating in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Toronto&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; I recommend getting some serious protective equipment, because when you crash it will take a lot more then a helmet and a mouth guard to get you through it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s going to take good friends, good wine, and often a good eraser ;-)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;What is The Game?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well if we knew what it was we might have been able to figure out how to play it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, there are no rules – except that there are no rules.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No one keeps score, but you always know when you’re loosing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And no matter how often you play, you can, and will get caught off guard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;The original game, yes the one our mothers taught us, playing hard to get. This has to be my favourite game… by favourite, I mean the game I like the least.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I like someone I want to tell them, ideally I want them to tell me they like me and go on from there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But NO, before The Game of dating can even start you have to have a pre-game, this is when you act aloof, hint that you like them, but never let them know for sure and wait for them to pursue you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How often does this actually work?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t think it does, because women don’t do it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Notice that the guys who are into you are the ones you dislike, ignore and push away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, that’s because they think you are playing hard to get.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Beware of the man who doesn’t want to play games.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is the ultimate player.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is the guy who says I don’t want to play games.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again giving women a false sense of hope, because what he means is “I don’t want YOU to play games”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will be aloof, not tell you how I feel, give you mixed messages, all the while, know exactly how you feel and use it to play you like a marionette.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This guy has to be the ultimate asshole.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At least the other game players let you put up a good fight… this guy wants to kick you when you are down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;All that said I know there are good guys out there just keep your eyes open and guard up, ‘cause the bad ones will find you when you least expect it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/104007706002607412-7996226913893667694?l=singlesearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/7996226913893667694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=104007706002607412&amp;postID=7996226913893667694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/7996226913893667694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/7996226913893667694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/2005/10/dating-game-is-it-all-game.html' title='The Dating Game? Is it all a game?'/><author><name>Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104007706002607412.post-5148612794434235588</id><published>2005-09-24T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T08:08:20.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Just not that into You... I mean Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;The excuses… I’ve heard them all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every time a friend calls and says, “He didn’t call”, “He’s too busy”,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“He’s not ready for a relationship” or “It’s bad timing”, I tell her one thing and one thing only… “He’s just not that into you”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes I’ve read the book, and I’ve passed on the good word “He’s Just Not That Into You”. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Why is it then, that when I here the same excuses I can’t convince myself that he’s not that into me?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know if I were giving advice to me, I would say… “Honey, he’s just not that into you” Seriously, if a guy really likes you, he will make it happen, good or bad timing, ready or not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve had the guy who wasn’t ready date … not that it didn’t end in a disaster, but the point is, he wasn’t ready, it was bad timing, yet he still made it happen, because he wanted it to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So these guys who are using this as an excuse are getting away with only one thing… our feelings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Giving us false hope is not cool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact it is the exact opposite of cool… it’s out right shitty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do they realize they are doing this to us? Do they think they are being kind by giving us a glimpse of hope that we turn into a, dare I call it, a relationship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We will sit and discuss these men, try to figure out these men, and worst of all WAIT for these men.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As if time is really the issue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have fallen for it once, maybe even twice…and I will fall for it again, the only thing I can say to my friends, is please slap some sense into me when you see me fall for “bad timing guy”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I like you but I’m not ready” can mean one of two things:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The more obvious one ‘let’s have sex until I’m ready… and when I’m ready, I’ll be dating someone that isn’t you… Oh, and thanks again for the sex’.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or he just likes the attention, it might be true, he might not be ready to date, but tells you he likes you too keep you interested and him feeling good about himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These guys don’t give up … if you don’t have sex with them, that’s okay, because they are earning your trust.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You think; well he isn’t trying to get in to my pants he must really like me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nope… not the case.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What he is thinking is, I’m not dating anyone right now… she’ll do me eventually.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chin up and pants on, it’s time to take charge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let’s have them wonder… “Is she, just not that into me?”&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/104007706002607412-5148612794434235588?l=singlesearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/5148612794434235588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=104007706002607412&amp;postID=5148612794434235588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/5148612794434235588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/5148612794434235588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/2005/09/hes-just-not-that-into-you-i-mean-me.html' title='He&apos;s Just not that into You... I mean Me'/><author><name>Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104007706002607412.post-2699726009427378399</id><published>2005-09-19T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T11:25:39.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do people in relationships not remember what it was like to be single?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Someone in a relationship cannot actually answer this question… why? Because their answer would be ‘Yes’, but the truth is more then likely ‘No’ they don’t remember.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If they did, they wouldn’t set you up with people with whom you had nothing in common, other then being single as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They wouldn’t try to set you up on a group date so you could have an audience on your first date.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And they wouldn’t embellish if not flat out exaggerate how great the other person is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This of course causes you to then spend the rest of the date asking yourself, how much have I been built up or exaggerated? Can I live up to the super women my friends may have made me out to be?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You are so preoccupied thinking about the impression you are making, or him not living up to the legend, you probably have a horrible time on what could have been a pretty good date, or at least a good dinner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;So many other questions arise from this; Are these friends who set you up really your friends?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is more offensive, that they set you up or that they thought you were so desperate for love that you would somehow disregard the fact that your respective date is socially inept and jump into his arms because he is willing to take you?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why is being single such a bad thing?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why do people feel sorry for those of us who don’t have a life long companion?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;It is true, I’d like to find someone to spend my life with, my life is good, and full… wanting to share my experiences with someone does not make me a desperate women.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It makes me a woman who has room to let someone in, someone, not just anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/104007706002607412-2699726009427378399?l=singlesearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/2699726009427378399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=104007706002607412&amp;postID=2699726009427378399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/2699726009427378399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/104007706002607412/posts/default/2699726009427378399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlesearching.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-people-in-relationships-not-remember.html' title='Do people in relationships not remember what it was like to be single?'/><author><name>Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
