tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70422752725848397242024-02-20T01:06:14.665-08:00Trying to find loveTarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05214549819148510911noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042275272584839724.post-88174677719433147152010-10-01T11:46:00.000-07:002010-10-01T11:49:49.339-07:00Ever meet someone at an airport?<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ever meet someone at an airport? I did. He showed me parts of the world I had never seen. Meeting him was exciting and also made me realize how much I love Canada.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">David was no ordinary man. I first saw him at the airport in Miami. He was from Belgium and had a swagger and a devilish look about him; he oozed of sex and naughtiness. After a few glances, he sat beside me and began to tell me about all of his travels. He was kitesurfing in the red sea and was on his way to Nassau. When I got up to leave, he handed me his card.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">“I am coming to see you in Montreal,” he announced in an email weeks later. “No you are not!” I nervously replied. Was he really going to come all that way? Yes, he was. I showed him Montreal and watched him observe parts my Canadian life.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">A day after he left, he thanked me and said that he forgot something at the hotel and asked me to pick it up for him. He bought me a beautiful watch, the same one I admired in a shop and left it at the hotel for me as a surprise. I smiled and proudly snapped it on my wrist.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">Time went on and began dating someone else. “Tara, come to Belize,” David asked. “I can’t, I am kind of seeing someone…”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">I was seeing someone who would later declare that he was still in love with someone else.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Come to Bali with me,” he asked months later; I did. I flew into Belgium; met his mother; his daughter and was mentally preparing myself to travel with seven of his closest friends. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Take a deep breath, Tara,</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> I reassured myself, </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">this is what life is about- trying new things.</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> We took the train to Amsterdam, experienced a “café” before flying out to Malaysia the next morning. It was definitely the sexiest and most luxurious vacation I have ever been on; one I will not soon forget.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">“Please come spend the holidays with me in Belgium?” David asked three weeks later. Again, an airline ticket arrived in my inbox.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">My flight was late when I came out the arrivals gate; there he was anxiously waiting for me with his daughter. He grabbed me and we raced to the car to get her on time for her school field trip. He drove like a madman on the shoulder of the highway, dodging cars and passing others. I tried to remain calm, secretly regretting accepting the invitation.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">We went to a Party that evening; as I was watching him dance on the table, his shirt opened exposing his chest, his friend leaned over and said, “Tara, you must look unavailable, David is like this.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">I looked over at him and understood the game: the chase was over; the prize was had; and I was stuck in Belgium.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">“You slept with her!” I wailed. “You couldn’t of waited three weeks? Or tell me before I flew for 7 hours with an eight hour stop over staring at fat people!“</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> "</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">I am sorry, Tara, I loved you, you are my Canadian beauty. You are angry… I get you a ticket to go home, “ he said in his thick French accent.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">We met in an airport and would say goodbye in one. When I was heading to my departure gate, as I was turning the corner to glance back at him for the last time: he had tears in his eyes. When I turned the corner, I took a deep breath, and the tears followed. I knew not to go back to Belgium- my heart told me not to. Something also told me not to go to Guadeloupe.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">David bought a large Catamaran and wanted me to see it.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">“Tarr-a go to the boat, you will love it.” Again, a ticket arrived in my inbox.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">So, here I was on his Catamaran with the same man that warned me about his ways at the party in Belgium and a kitesurfer instructor. We were in Guadeloupe for a week before sailing to St Maarten. I thought how strange it was that I was there- trying hard to appreciate the experience.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">That night I tried desperately to sleep with the dingy slamming the waves beside my cabin, argued with the flushing system, and searched for some decent “girl food” to eat. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Tomorrow you are going to try kitesurfing”. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">“That sounds great,” I lied.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">They tied me into my harness and handed me over the large kite into my nervous hands.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">“No, Tara! Release the handle!”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">With fear, I tried holding it tightly to my chest: the kite had full power, pulling me up into the air, with them holding on to my legs. I was terrified and laughing hysterically.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">“Get this off me…please…get it off”, I shrieked.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">I felt pathetic and lonely. They reassured me at least I tried. I thought I almost met God.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We stopped at some small island leaving Antigua: time to snorkel. I love snorkeling! They geared up and jumped in the water with me trying to gear up quickly to keep up, but they disappeared. I jumped in anyways, paddling away, but when I looked up: I saw no one around and started to panic. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There are probably sharks here</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. The boat looked far away and so did they. Finally one caught on that I was in trouble, but instead of comforting me, laughed out loud and said:</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“HAHA! You think that is far?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">I headed back to the boat, disheartened, fantasizing about some giant crab getting them on the island.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A free ticket isn’t cheap</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> I thought. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">We finally made it to St Maarten. I knew they had errands to run but wasn’t expecting to be left on the boat all day in the blazing heat. The marina was dirty and there was no way I was diving in to meet up with someone’s morning flush. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">What was I thinking? Why did I come? Then I saw something that made me smile: In the midst of all of the European and American flags- there she was- our beautiful Canadian flag fluttering from a sailboat.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">Home!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">The next day, I took off to the French side: alone. I met wonderful people and swam for hours. I was happy- and happy to go home. A nice Canadian man would be better for me, I told myself.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">As I was waiting for my flight in Guadeloupe to return home, a mn sat in front of me and gave me that look. He had those eyes like David’s. He smiled at me; I smiled back and got up to go to my plane, not looking back this time. I was going home.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Helvetica"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05214549819148510911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042275272584839724.post-51778194669096443062010-06-05T07:35:00.001-07:002010-06-07T11:26:43.098-07:00More Stupid Tips for Plenty of Fish Users<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I just want to say, most men are really good and kind creatures. This is just from some of my own experiences and thoughts.. and a bit of humor (hopefully).</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <ol style="margin-top:0in" start="1" type="1"> <li class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">If there is a trailer park in the background of your pictures, most women will run for their life.</span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">If your teeth are closer to the colour of wet hay- consider white strips. Remember we are kissing you and might just run when you smile.</span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Stop it if the “lols.” It is juvenile when you are past 30. ESPECIALLY when you are past 40! </span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I wouldn’t use the word “ladies.” There are women and there are girls and yes, there are other titles- just enough with the lady talk. What is a lady in 2010 anyways?</span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I wouldn’t self promote so much. I am hoping the “self-help- me, myself and I” phase is coming to an end in our society. We should all stop talking about ourselves so much; telling people how wonderful we are. Very few are really THAT wonderful, the rest of us are full of shit. </span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I wouldn’t use pictures taken in front of the mirror with your shirt off or pictures posing and doing the “mirror face” in front of the computer. It is oddly uncomfortable looking at these pictures. Pictures of your car make me feel a weird too. And you house.. could I move in?</span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I would never create a fantasy about the person before meeting them. It is easy to fall in love with an idea of who someone may be and a good photo- don’t get caught in that or you might be really disappointed or the other person may feel too much pressure and back out. All that time talking on the phone.. No one is perfect and we all come with our own history. </span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Stupid vanity. Because we are going through an incredibly selfish phase in human history, vanity and narcissistic behavior have taken on a major role. It is a great disadvantage to appear arrogant and vain and ignorance with the ball and chain that will sink us in the end-already is really when you think about it.</span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">If men are decided on having children, I recommend dating women who are decided as well. Being undecided, I loath being asked at the beginning of dating about family and children. I feel like my uterus is been reviewed for future development. Actually, it feels like a future hostile take-over. I am not looking for the father of my children and resent being put into that situation to begin with. So only the undecided for me. No pressure, thanks. </span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Stupid casual sex. First of all, women aren’t really built with dealing with the aftermath of casual sex like men can: we struggle and feel pain afterwards but continue along this destructive path because of stupid expectations and ridiculous hope.</span></span></li> </ol><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;">that's it folks..</span></div> <!--EndFragment-->Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05214549819148510911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042275272584839724.post-81557970385731085452010-06-02T17:46:00.000-07:002010-06-02T17:48:53.193-07:00What is going on?<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I have no doubt that disillusion has set itself into my thinking. Not just about love, but with life as well. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Watching the BP oil blow out: I imagine how all the life in the ocean is suffering, the same ocean I have come to adore and cherish; the lies being told; people being bought off for their silence.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Our economies are collapsing; Israel just made another mistake and apparently North Korea has once again misbehaved. Do I believe everything that I read? No, not really. Do I believe in the governments? No. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">After reading about the Rothschild’s, the richest family in the world, which could be worth hundreds of trillions of dollars, I am seeing the world we live in very differently.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The most dangerous of all people are pulling the strings of our futures and most of us are not paying any attention. We are too busy, too distracted. What is the Bilderberg group up to tomorrow when they meet up in Spain? Why is everything they do such a secret? Cash truly is king, isn’t it?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So, how smart are we? What do we really know about the world and how life is unfolding?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Let’s get back to love: in my opinion, protective men are the sexiest of them all; the men that don’t leave you feeling vulnerable and alone; the ones that want to make sure you are taken care of. I am not talking about controlling men or bullies; I am simply referring to men who had pride in their ability to respect and care for a woman.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Also, smart men. The more I inform myself, the less patience I have for ignorance. How can someone be protective if they are clueless to what is happening in the world? I want to feel safe… and loved. I would love him so much just for that.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If only he knew..</span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05214549819148510911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042275272584839724.post-81252295185875123352010-04-26T14:31:00.000-07:002010-05-14T11:53:16.794-07:00Ask the Right Questions<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I have concluded that chemistry is not enough to keep a couple together: I envision a successful relationship similar to running a small business; when two people share similar visions, using different strengths of their personalities to build a stronger partnership; running as effortlessly as possible, facing challenges together and most importantly to get to the destination of choice and enjoying the ride getting there. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> When I see relationships this way, it is a lot simpler to see who is right for me. I know being with another me would not be ideal and throw everything off balance. Two people who crumble under too much stress would be a recipe for disaster and let’s not talk about some artists’ salaries (at least not right now). </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> So, is a partnership like a business? Who is your perfect partner? Mine will be more like a rock- solid. He has to handle stress better than I do and be more steady work wise. He also has to be compassionate. I am easily turned off by attitudes that fail to express empathy for injustice and forms of cruelty. He also has to be curious about the world and have the desire to see it like I do. We all live for something that makes us happier than other things in our lives- mine is the beach. It is like home for me and I do not want to give it up for anyone- please no.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> What do you need? What is missing in your life? Are you an explorer who needs another explorer? A builder who need another builder? Do you want a family? Just asking yourself should make the search much easier- then ask the right questions.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> I need stability, a loving friend and a bit of a muse. Can I have all three? Yes, definitely. I know it. It is risky to settle for something that will not give you what you want- unhappiness will settle in eventually.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Just be honest and it will show up. When you know what you want, you will recognize it when it appears. Just don’t settle. I did for years and it wasn’t worth it. I rarely felt peace or passion; I didn’t travel the way I dreamt of and questioned my partner’s integrity- then my own.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Asking the right questions? Not a bad idea. It wastes less time and cuts to the chase. Figure out what you want and let it find you. It will- just give it a chance. Actually, give YOU a chance.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05214549819148510911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042275272584839724.post-44038746912436358062010-02-28T06:42:00.000-08:002010-04-26T14:49:39.727-07:00More Tips For Men<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"><p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If you are truly interested in someone and really want to be successful- I really recommend not writing the following:</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l3 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l3 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> ·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“wanna chat?” Reminds me of “ wanna fuck?”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l3 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> ·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“My name is Dick, I am 5’9”, love life and my 3 cats. I have a big heart and my friends can’t believe I am single… with my 3 cats…” - Copy, paste. A big no- no!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l3 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> ·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“how r u?”- Spend the time to write a complete sentence.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l3 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> ·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If you are over 33, never write “lol” in your emails or profile. Especially many times in one sentence. It can dry us up like a clam on a hot beach with no shade. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l3 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> ·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“hey baby”- Didn’t your mother teach you manners? Your sister? Aunt?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Some tips for profiles:</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l2 level1 lfo3;tab-stops:list .75in"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l2 level1 lfo3;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> ·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Never write: “I work” or “One that I love” for profession. It tells us nothing about you. You could be working at a strip bar for all we know or a drug dealer. Wait a minute…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l2 level1 lfo3;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> ·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Never say you are a good-looking guy. You come across as vain. We will decide if you are or not- to us. Men are sexier when they don’t flaunt it. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l2 level1 lfo3;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> ·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Never make your occupation sound more impressive than it actually is. We will be disappointed.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l2 level1 lfo3;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> ·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Never write “women” in your interests or “sex”. We know, we know.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If a woman does not respond:</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She could be not attracted to you. It is that simple.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She thinks you are nuts because you look nuts in you photos.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She sees a major incompatibility. You are a big camper and she loves five star hotels. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">You are a student and can’t afford the 5 star hotels.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Too short, too tall.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">You wrote xox after the email. Yuck. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">You called us “Babe, Honey, Sweetie... please. You are a stranger and should use these words unless you are officially dating us. It is patronizing. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">You are too young, too old.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">You seem creepy.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It is obvious that you are looking to “hook up”.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">You are too good-looking and won’t be able to keep up or fight off all of the beautiful women who will want to sleep with you.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">You have too many kids, alimony and probably no money.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">You live somewhere where she would never want to even visit.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">You have 5 cats. She hates cats.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She is allergic to cats.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">You come across as damaged goods, depressed or angry.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">You don’t want kids and she does, you want kids, she doesn't.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She does not want to deal with your kids or ex-wife.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">You are separated, not yet divorced. She left you and you could be still in love with her.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">·</span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She does not see any long-term potential, you smoke or do drugs. financially unstabe.. could be anything.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in">... you never asked us a question... what are we responding to?</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in">...you look like her father, ex-boyfriend, past stalker..</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in">...you have a mustache and so does her father.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in"> If a woman does not respond, it could be for any reason. She also could be tired or in a bad mood. Maybe she meant to, but forgot. Women can get bombarded with emails. If you write her again, and still no response- move on. Or try again in a couple of months. We can change our minds with time and experience. Never "blow up" at her in a email for not responding. This is a major red flag. Some have done this to me in an email and it is very unpleasant. Good luck!</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo4;tab-stops:list .75in"><br /></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span><p></p><ol style="margin-top:0in" start="1" type="1"> </ol> <!--EndFragment-->Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05214549819148510911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042275272584839724.post-62106388775571171522010-02-15T06:49:00.000-08:002010-02-28T07:07:03.627-08:00The Five Stages<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I have to admit that I have learned so much from dating. The longer you are on the dating scene, the smarter you become. At least I can say this about myself. My time becomes more precious and I am much closer to having what I want (I think so anyways).</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">According to David Gray, author of “Mars and Venus on a Date”, there are five stages a couple go through to have a strong, successful relationship. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <ol style="margin-top:0in" start="1" type="1"> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The attraction phase: Dating, but not exclusively.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The uncertainty phase: you may feel uncertain, maybe take a step back before you go forward (if you go forward).</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Exclusivity: you only date each other</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Intimacy: the fun begins</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Marriage: total commitment </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></li> </ol> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I really recommend this book. It cleared up most questions I had. Maybe it can do the same for you if you are scratching your head wondering why things are not working out… you probably skipped a stage.. maybe slept with someone you barely knew and now wondering why she is crying and completely heart- broken when you needed some space to think- alone. Yes, it happened again(not talking about me here). Better luck next time. Unless sex is all you want, then good luck dealing with all the emotions heading your way.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, fantasy;">Over and out,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, -webkit-fantasy;">Tara</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, -webkit-fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:11.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05214549819148510911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042275272584839724.post-31378650520704607482010-01-28T10:54:00.000-08:002010-01-28T10:56:35.162-08:00What is Sexy..<!--StartFragment--> <ul style="margin-top:0in" type="disc"> <li class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, -webkit-fantasy; ">Before a date, have a shower. There is something sexy about a freshly showered man.</span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Wear a touch of cologne. Never wear too much. Ask the saleswomen what women go crazy for. Some cologne can have an opposite effect. </span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Being there early. It shows class.</span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Being dressed nicely. It shows style.</span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Being in a good mood. It rubs off on us.</span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Confidence. It is just damn sexy.</span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Your full attention. It is reassuring.</span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Don’t give compliments if you don’t mean them. It is meaningless and makes us feel foolish for believing you.</span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Don’t behave like you are interested if you are not. Be polite but don’t misguide.</span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Enjoy our individuality. </span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in">Have authentic charm and be yourself.</li> </ul> <!--EndFragment-->Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05214549819148510911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042275272584839724.post-36319851145458351392010-01-28T07:34:00.000-08:002010-01-28T10:53:19.946-08:00Under A Spell<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I was driving the car when it hit me: not a rock- a thought.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I was looking for someone. I was fifteen when we met and I remember that moment perfectly. I remember the first time I saw him: our eyes locked and that was it. We were together for almost four years.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I want that again. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I have been wondering if that is what we are all looking for: our first love? When we say we are picky, we are not, really, we just say that because we are looking for something specific. We are looking for something we had and lost and want to find again.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I can’t speak for everyone, but I am pretty sure about myself. I have noticed that I am attracted to men who have similar characteristics. I loved his green eyes and long dark hair. I love faces that appear strong and defined, certain smiles and sexy walks. There have been two men who have reminded me of how I used to feel- of what made me happy. I glowed around them, but these men were strangers and the comfort I felt with them was unrealistic and naive. I wonder if the desire they felt, if real, for me was just a reflection of my own nostalgia. Perhaps they were only reacting to my own fantasy. After all, maybe I looked or behaved like nothing like what they were looking for.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The first man I loved was protective, loving and handsome. This is what I remember about him. Most importantly, he adored me and I adored him back. Relationships, it seems, are so much complicated now.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Of course they are; we are older. There are so many tests to pass, stages to go through and feelings to interpret.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I have let people go and men have let me go in return. We want that ‘spark’, that same spark we once had and lost.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Can that spell be broken? I don’t know.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Are many of us still under it? I think so. I know I am not in love with the man, I am attached to the feeling. It is something I want to relive and experience again. He made me feel safe and loved and that is what I miss.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I suppose when it is right, two people hold on. They are seduced from the possibilities of what the other can provide or simply drawn in by some seductive lust. We all have our reasons; some more reasonable than others. If someone lets you go, why try to persuade him to stay? Let them go so they can find what they desire and long for. After all, they might still be under a heavy spell. </span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05214549819148510911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042275272584839724.post-16066865361694807752010-01-19T11:01:00.000-08:002010-01-27T06:38:58.164-08:00Chemistry Online<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Chemistry: not that easy to find online. Theses days I am questioning if love can be found this way at all. According to dating sites, men and women find each other and fall in love all the time- I have yet to take that tumble but still hoping that I do.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">We all say we are picky- that is the reason why we are still single- probably. We know ourselves much better as we get older and try to avoid what we have experienced in the past that brought us so much aggravation and pain. This task becomes more daunting comparing to the amount of grief we have experienced in our past relationships. Allowing someone to get close is not always easy. The closer they get, the faster they can bring us to our knees or curled up on the bathroom floor.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">With the nature of online dating, I am wondering if we are becoming far more disposable to these men and women we meet? Has online dating made commitment more difficult because there are so many more avenues at our fingertips all with a click of a mouse? Dating Attention Deficit Disorder?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">When men and women are brought together by an online dating site; we really don’t have that romantic story: no bumping into each other on the street, no curious eyes meeting from across the room. We met on a computer and were brought together by a matching system or an appealing photograph. Romantic, isn’t it? Not really. No one really wants to tell people that they met online, but I suppose it really doesn’t matter where we meet. We all long to feel that chemistry, but for some reason, we haven’t yet. We have in the past, but not now, when we are older and more ready. The good thing about online dating is that there people who are looking for the same thing as you are and don’t really want to be there either- they just are. And besides, those eHarmony ads are damn convincing.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">But I must admit, I have had my sexy moments. I do remember locking eyes with certain men very clearly. I knew why I was there but how I felt in their presence surprised me. They made me nervous that was a good thing. Either I couldn’t park straight in a parking space; spoke too quickly or nervously laughed. Chemistry: what a beautiful and strange phenomenon. So, there is chemistry, now what? Looking back, I am certain that my friends would never set me up with some of these men I felt chemistry with- not if they love me anyways. Some men suffered from too much addiction, some were players… some couldn’t have cared less if I was in their lives or not.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">With online dating, we can sense someone’s character, but we really have no clue about who they really are. They were not our friends to begin with and our friends and family have no idea who they are either. When there is no past, friends or anything else holding two people together, the only foundation is how they feel about each other and what they have in common. Their bond will be the chemistry they have between them- that chemistry is like an invisible belt, holding them together in some sort of trust. But to keep that bond, there must be compatibility- many different levels of it. Chemistry is passionate and enticing, while compatibility is similar to developing a successful business; two people who work well together striving for similar goals to obtain positive results. No one wants to end up bankrupt.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Forming a lasting bond with someone without a foundation, I am discovering to be quite challenging. The hole is less deep, less able to hold a solid structure from tumbling over. With our fast paced, overly loaded society, distractions are inevitable. With so many choices, is it more difficult to commit to one person? Let’s face it, the net is a powerful tool for communication but has it sacrificed the nature of an intimate monogamous relationship? We can endlessly chat and send emails but are any of these forms of communication intimate? I am sensing these methods can be used as a mask -people hiding on the other side of their computers, holding theirs hearts to themselves, away from vulnerability and anything that can risk hurting them- again. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The one thing I really must applaud, no matter what people experience, most of us don’t ever give up on love. We can feel defeat and become disheartened, but we get back up, dust ourselves off and try again. Love can find us when we least expect it; it can find us in a subway station, an art gallery and maybe even with a click of a mouse. Timing is also important. Two people need to be ready; and when that happens, anything is possible. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">And that is wonderful… </span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05214549819148510911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042275272584839724.post-66818507511973454372010-01-19T10:26:00.000-08:002010-02-21T11:17:18.212-08:00Tips For Men<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.65in;text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.65in;text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.65in;text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <ul style="margin-top:0in" type="disc"> <li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-list:l5 level1 lfo2; tab-stops:list .5in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Never make it obvious that you are checking out another woman when you are on your date. Woman live with so much pressure on them already to be attractive… this just brings out our insecurities.</span></span></li> </ul> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.65in;text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <ul style="margin-top:0in" type="disc"> <li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-list:l8 level1 lfo3; tab-stops:list .5in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Don’t do all the talking. Some men get nervous and don’t listen… important for her to engage in the conversation to keep her interest.</span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-list:l8 level1 lfo3; tab-stops:list .5in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Always offer to pay for the first date. It will leave a positive lasting impression. Women may be more independent, but we still like to feel feminine and taken <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, fantasy;">care of. </span></span></span></span></span></span></li></ul> <ul style="margin-top:0in" type="disc"> <li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-list:l8 level1 lfo3; tab-stops:list .5in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Don’t be late. Unless there is a really good reason, many of us get turned off. Always make sure you call to tell her.</span></span></li> </ul> <ul style="margin-top:0in" type="disc"> <li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-list:l7 level1 lfo4; tab-stops:list .5in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Don’t talk about your “size” on the first date. No matter what size you are…</span></span></li> </ul> <ul style="margin-top:0in" type="disc"> <li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-list:l6 level1 lfo5; tab-stops:list .5in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Don’t swear too much. Too much potty mouth makes us wonder if we can take you anywhere.</span></span></li> </ul> <ul style="margin-top:0in" type="disc"> <li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-list:l1 level1 lfo6; tab-stops:list .5in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Don’t hesitate to pull out your wallet to buy the popcorn. Women worry about cheap men. If you are broke, then that a whole other story. </span></span></li> </ul> <ul style="margin-top:0in" type="disc"> <li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-list:l3 level1 lfo8; tab-stops:list .5in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Don’t date if you are still in love with someone else. Someone else won’t change how you feel and you will only hurt the person you are with. </span></span></li> </ul> <ul style="margin-top:0in" type="disc"> <li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-list:l2 level1 lfo7; tab-stops:list .5in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Don’t belly gaze and whine. </span></span></li> </ul> <ul style="margin-top:0in" type="disc"> <li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-list:l4 level1 lfo9; tab-stops:list .5in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Don’t be too sexually aggressive too soon. Let her come onto you first. That way you know she is ready.</span></span></li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;mso-list:l4 level1 lfo9; tab-stops:list .5in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Don’t lead her on if you are not interested. Some men just string women along for possible sex…. not cool, especially if she cares about you.</span></span></li> </ul> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.65in;text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.65in;text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.65in;text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.65in;text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.65in;text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.65in;text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Mistakes I have made:</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.65in;text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.65in;text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, fantasy;">Plenty</span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05214549819148510911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042275272584839724.post-42797339526649983972009-12-25T08:05:00.000-08:002010-01-09T08:48:44.622-08:00Trying to Find love Online<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Online dating</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ah, the online dating world. A world I have been exploring for the past four months and have developed the skill of traveling through the meeting of strangers. With a click of the mouse - a door opens- another click- one closes. Other possibilities are on hold. Welcome to the world of online dating. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> All of the experiences have been unique: I have dined in beautiful and eclectic restaurants, sipped coffee while sitting on the park grass, rode on the back of a Harley Davidson and passionately made out in the back of a movie theatre. I have laughed a lot with some, wanted to leave quickly with others, have felt seductive chemistry to feeling absolutely nothing at all. I have received beautifully crafted, intelligent and thoughtful emails and have traveled the highways in a lusty Porsche to a beaten up old wagon. I have laughed hysterically while on a biking excursion, felt calmness while apple picking, felt suffocated by the bombardment of irritating text messages, sat through dinners feeling restless and have wiggled out of the failed attempts of being lured into the bedroom. I have experienced things I have never tried before like hot yoga and I have quietly wondered if the person sitting in front of me could be apart of my life for a while.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> I have met men whom I would of never of met other wise. I have engaged in conversation with a neuroscientist, a medical doctor, a lawyer, a fireman, salesmen, entrepreneurs, writers, artists, information technology gurus, bankers, carpenters and executives. They tell me all about their lives. I listen. I tell them about mine. They chuckle. They tell me that they want to find that “someone”. They want to share their lives with someone who makes everything worth it, and when it is hard, is worth fighting for. Someone who will wrap her arms around their strong and worked bodies and make them feel admired, desirable and strong (and yes, they want lots of sex, too). Many can’t seem to find what they are looking for. Either can I.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> With so many men a click away, when will one man be enough? Do I long for too much? Is it too much to desire strong sexual attraction for someone and have long- term compatibility with that same man? I have been on dates where I had a difficult time keeping my mind in the PG department but simply could not foresee any future with them unless it was recorded on dvd and distributed for financial gain. There has been other dates where the future could be filled with wonderful possibilities but lacking that same sexual magnetism that is so exhilarating. Could I live without it? Maybe next time I will want to rip his clothes off? Maybe if I oil him up or put him in a spandex outfit? Latex?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> There have been many dates. I have witnessed the dimming of hope in men’s eyes when I tell them about my ability to start fires in kitchens. I still have some aspiration that I will be able to cook some day. My parents have lost all hope. I have witnessed men appearing completely and utterly lost in their own kitchens. “Oh my God, we are going to starve”. I am certainly not the woman for a man who desires a domestic diva. I shrink sweaters, pile papers instead of putting them away and squeeze the toothpaste from the middle. I usually don’t screw lids on tightly enough either.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> What I like about online dating is that it offers the chance to know someone a little before meeting them through their writing, the words they use (and don’t use), and telephone conversations. Inside, out, instead of outside, in, I call it. I have learned that two people being together should make sense together. I have been swept up in fantasy that simply never made any sense to begin with. Been there, done that. Got the t-shirt and sobbed in it. Some men have genuinely been interested in my life to suddenly falling away to somewhere or someone else- an old girlfriend reenters their lives or another interest prevails. Maybe it was my toothpaste squeezing? Some people enter into our lives just to turn it inside out. They are there to teach us something we need to learn in order to become the person we are meant to be and live the life we are meant to have. Well, this is what I tell myself anyways.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> I have been on many dates thus so far. I have consumed many calories and I have heard many stories. Here are some tips for men on online dating from my experiences: are you ready? Always be a gentleman and offer to pay the first bill in full- the memory of you will have a lasting impression (unless you want to be referred to as “El Cheapo”). Always offer to walk a woman to her car if it is late at night, and don’t ever trick her by trying to get her to go to bed with you (we know about those second date weekend getaways). Don’t complain, whine, and make sure you are over your past. The date might last only hours, but the feeling of you will be remembered for some time to come. Every person I meet, I feel closer to knowing a bit more about my own destiny. There is no certainty that there will be chemistry, but there is always the promise to learn something new…about different cultures, lifestyles and dreams (...fetishes, dysfunctional families….).</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> On a serious note, when meeting new people, it will always be in public. All women should protect themselves by listening to and trusting their instincts and letting loved ones know where and when they are going for their dates.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> The discovery of online dating, for me, has been an enjoyable and adventurous way to meet new people. It has offered many opportunities to try new things and the chance to better know myself. I have even found some passion here and there. I am taking love slowly, and hopefully at the end of this journey, I will know exactly what true love really is…. one of these days. Until then, I must get ready for my next date. Pasta anyone?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->Tarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05214549819148510911noreply@blogger.com