Category Archives: Adventures: Dating or something like it

Answer: WTF!
Question:What are…Things I usually say after a DATE?

Gun Safety and Self Defense Training was Absolutely Awesome

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Hows my form...maybe something I could work on 😉

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My grip looks good though

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I got a great score

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Because I had a great instructor...whos a bit of a hottie! 😉

Lessons of Failed Relationships

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Plinky prompt:
Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.

Every failed relationship you have ever had is your fault.

I’m not saying that you were the reason your ex cheated, absolutely refused to work, or was abusive… but you chose that person to be your partner – potentially unaware of the ‘type’ of person he or she was, and remained in that relationship up to a certain point… that point was when you learned your lesson.

… think about your last relationship, and why it ended…. There was something there that you just would not accept… and because of that, your relationship came to an end. Something else happened, though… you became smarter.

Saturday Night Lights

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Saturday Night Lights always seem to be blue and flashing. This picture was taken out the window of my bar after Doucebag-dinner-disaster the other night. I went to the bar to blog and ended up wondering why, for some people, a night out for a few drinks and fun ends up in a bar fight and blue lights. Sucks for them, kinda entertaining for me.

Oh well. Just another Saturday night at a bar.

Breaking Up: At a Glance

Breaking Up: At a Glance
APR. 20, 2011 By STEPHANIE GEORGOPULOS

See it coming. Something’s gone missing. Its absence is inexplicable; like opening your wallet after a night of drinking and finding that it’s empty. Something was there yesterday, now it’s not. You don’t know where it is or who to blame. Feel robbed. You’ll question your soon-to-be-ex, but they won’t know what you’re talking about. You’re being paranoid. You’re being crazy. A week later, have the “talk” that ends your relationship. This may not be a “talk” at all; but it will be the acknowledgement that for whatever unspoken reasons, you are now broken up. Alone. Realize you knew better; that you saw this coming. Hate yourself.

Go home and cry. Wonder if your roommates can hear you. Turn on the television and cry louder. Feel like a crumpled tissue in someone’s coat pocket, falling apart and greyed with snot. Fall asleep with all of your clothes on.

Wake up, remember what happened the day before, sob. Get in the shower and stand so that you’re facing the water. This will create the illusion that you’re not crying. Blow your nose into your hands. Talk aloud; giving unsolicited responses to questions that no one is asking you because your “talk” was unsatisfying. Say what you need to say.

Take a Xanax and go to work. Resolve that you will not be taking your sunglasses off when you arrive. Dread telling anyone what happened, but hope that your clearly fragile emotional state will be enough to provoke HR to send you home early. When you arrive, don’t verbally respond to anything or anyone except when people ask if you’re okay. When people ask if you’re okay, say, “No.”

Don’t do any work. Make plans for the weekend. Make plans for the week. Make sure all of your plans involve alcohol. When Boyz II Men shuffles on to your iTunes, leave it on. Think of that episode of The OC where Seth and Summer are in their respective rooms; simultaneously listening to End of the Road. Smile. (Momentarily.) Watch your ex sign on and off of Facebook chat every 30 minutes. Hold your breath while their icon is green. Exhale when it goes grey.

Leave work early. Sit in the park with your iPod on and skip any vaguely upbeat song in favor of something more… pathetic. Pick the songs you’re going to sing at karaoke later. Scowl at every couple that walks by and wonder why they cease their idle walking right in front of you in order to kiss and appreciate each other. Do this until it’s time to meet your friends for Ramen. When you see your friends, realize you don’t really want to talk about it. Realize you don’t actually know what happened. Order a drink.

Get a text from your ex while you’re both out drinking with your respective friends. Have a heartbreaking exchange. Communicate better than you had in the past month. Do not fail to see the irony. Feel much better and much worse. Cry (on the inside, you’re in public, asshole).

Go to karaoke and get a private room with your friends. Sing Nothing Compares 2 U and Total Eclipse of the Heart. When your private room goes silent, hear someone rattling off Katy Perry’s Teenage Dream in the next room. Hate yourself for relating. Wish you could delete that song from the mix CD you made your ex, days before you broke up. Wish you could erase the past year, really. Recall the time your first ex told you he’d cry and listen to the mix CD you made for him if you guys broke up. Wonder if he ever did that. Wonder if this ex will do that. Hope all of your exes are crying somewhere. Hope Katy Perry shuts the fuck up someday soon.

Observe the people around you and note that for the first time ever you are not interested in rebounding. Resent any comments made by friends that suggest you rebound. Resent anyone that tells you to cheer up. Do not resent when someone offers to buy you another drink.

Go home and sleep in your filth and desperation. Wake up and commit to a bender. Do this for a week. Get exhausted around Day 3, but know that if you slow down you’ll become aware of what you lost and that would hurt. Let your laundry pile up. Let half-empty glasses of stale water pile up. Quit shaving your legs. Know that no one will be confronted with your stale water or hairy legs so it doesn’t matter.

Have good moments. Have bad moments. Have weak moments. Have another drink.

http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/breaking-up-at-a-glance/

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List of signs he is flirting

LIST OF SIGNS HE IS FLIRTING
The Eyebrow Lift
Gaining Your Attention
Slight Parting of the Lips
His Nostrils Open Slightly – Face Widens
He Shifts to the Classic Male Courship Stance
Touches His Own Face
Strokes His Shirt Front, Smoothes his Jeans
Fiddles with His Hair
Eyebrows Arc While Talking
He acts immaturely around you
He seems to make excuses to hang out with you
You catch him looking at you when you’re not looking at him directly
He acts embarrassed or turns red when you talk to him
He smiles at you a lot or laughs at your jokes (or everything you say)
He copies your body movements or posture
He finds excuses to call you about random things
He seems jealous when you talk to his friends and not him
His friends tease him about you
He makes an extra effort to maintain eye contact
He thinks of ways to start a conversation with you
He compliments you a lot – more than your regular friends
He always seems to pass by you or run into you during your day-to-day schedule
He seems nervous or anxious when you talk to him directly
He gives you a playful hug or touches you lightly on the arm when talking to you
Sock Adjustment

 

http://www.thelists.org/list-of-signs-he-is-flirting.html

Physical vs. Mental Attractiveness

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Reblog from Mark and Angel Hack life

Well, Angel and I don’t need this because she’s perfect… But for the rest of my friends, here’s a little chart to ease the difficulty of determining whether or not your significant other is worth the extra effort. Enjoy yourselves.

What does your body language say about you?

A study in body language.

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I stumbled a great site about body language and figured I would share.

As we all know, communication is essential in society. Advancements in technology have transformed the way that we correspond with others in the modern world, yet when conversing face-to-face, it’s not only speech we verbalize that matters. Body language is truly a language of its own. We all have quirks and habits that are uniquely our own. What does your body language say about you? And what can you learn about others by becoming aware of what some of the signs mean?
 
I thought it would be fun to list some of the well-known signs that body language experts study and recognize. It is said that when talking to a person the information that we receive can be broken down as:

  • 10% from what the person actually says
  • 40% from the tone and speed of voice
  • 50% is from their body language.

http://tinyurl.com/248m9ut

Loneliness is hazardous…

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http://mindblog.dericbownds.net/2011/01/why-loneliness-is-hazardous-to-your.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+Mindblog+%28MindBlog%29&m=1

I agree that loneliness can be hazardous to your health. I also think relationships started from fearing hazardous loneliness can be just a hazardous to your health. Lesson: don’t rush into a relationship. Remember, there will always be scientific research published tomorrow that will contradict the research published today, and so on, and so on, ect…

LOL

http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2996727/Scattered_DICTURES

Not another Douche Bag!

The Dating Game

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 I am not divorced yet, a sentence I’ve choked out a time or two before and feel morally obligated to do again. That is, until, it’s no longer the reason for my current state of psychosis. With only a few short months away from The Big Day (D-Day) I’ve decided to while away the hours by stretching my wings just to see what this dating thing is all about. After all, I haven’t ‘dated’ in more than 10 years and more realistically, I’ve never really “dated” at all. I went from single to married with children in a White Trash Minute. Until recently, the only dating I’ve done was with my future husband/s to be (and for those taking count, I’ve been married twice, divorced only but once. I know…shocking right.) 

I admit, I’m new to this whole “dating just to date” business. Fear not, i’m dedicated to the idea of dating… to discover who I am, what I want, what kinda fish there are out there in the great big ol’ sea and how many pellets can I ping off them before im forced to wade near the shore. Oh, I should also recite the other reason for dating to date, The Fun of It. At least that’s the reason I’ve subscribed to so that I won’t be taken to a back alley and flogged to death by my ever-expanding and inordinately bright cohort. 

This “idea” seems to have turned up a bit of a problem for yours truly. Ok, so I am learning a lot about who I am, grea-ttt…learning new stuff. And I’m also learning a lot about what I DON’T want, woohoo…it must be my day. But, im severely deficient in the “Having FUN” department. Ahem… Is it just me… ahem? Not likely. Is it interesting? Absolutely. Maybe even shocking? Yep. How about expensive? It hasn’t been cheap. But has it been FUN? Meh…Not as of Yet!

I’m dedicating this category to detailing (or just the occasional highlights of) the “Interesting” experiences I’ve been so luckily blessed by.

BTW, I’ve coined a new term in honor of the overwhelming number of gentlemen who’ve shared with me, in short time and quite unexpectedly, some of the most intimate images of their favorite family member. I call these images…. DICTURES!