1er mai du parapluie ?
Début de l'événement
01.05.2025
Fin de l'événement
01.05.2025
Anniversaire du parapluie
Description
Comme c'est les congés scolaires et que plusieurs auront leurs enfants, on se retrouve pour passer du temps ensemble... gite/lieu à trouver
Début de l'événement
29.02.2024
Fin de l'événement
01.03.2024
Anniversaire Parapluie
Début de l'événement
28.02.2025
Fin de l'événement
28.02.2025
Apéro Parapluie
Début de l'événement
13.03.2024 - 18:00
Fin de l'événement
13.03.2024
Are You Fighting Too Much or Not Enough? The Balance of Healthy Conflict
Description
He Cheats on Me During Business Trips
He Cheated with a Woman from the Gym
He Dotes On His Son and Ignores Me
He Didn't Know How to Listen to Her
He Flirts Too Much
Marriage Advice: 13 Lessons
Separate Vacations Don’t Have to Mean Divorce
Are Soul Mates Fact or Fiction?
Love vs. Parenthood: When the Perfect Partner Doesn’t Want Kids
Caring for Dad Is Destroying My Marriage
First Date: Who Pays and What It Really Means
Dating a Dad: When You Like Him But Not His Kid
Cali Bradshaw
March 22, 2011 at 8:12 pm #
Hahah I love sarcasm! I had to laugh a little too as I re-read the comments last night. Such anger! And all on a little pink blog. Come on kids. I am not writing a thesis here on the truths of the the world.
Completely agree that what it comes down to is being thoughtful and considerate AND about the part about wanting a man who will take charge of a date. I love when a guy calls me up and suggests a date, time and place. It is extremely attractive to know he has put so much thought into me already. And yep, once you are in a “real” relationship – that’s a whole other set of rules.
Thanks for the comment!
Reply
Ross Felix
March 22, 2011 at 1:45 pm #
It’s no surprise to me that this topic has stirred up such a debate. You’ve got guys who are “doing it wrong” so to speak who are getting a rude awakening, you’ve got guys who feel vindicated for paying, and you’ve got women on both sides of the issue.
As I see it there are only two issues in dating that possibly would get more reactions, “Why am I a slut if I sleep with him on the first date, whereas he’s awesome for doing it” or “Can I date my friend’s ex?” (And before you slam me about the sex comment, I do believe what’s good for one gender is good for the other.)
He Cheated with a Woman from the Gym
He Dotes On His Son and Ignores Me
He Didn't Know How to Listen to Her
He Flirts Too Much
Marriage Advice: 13 Lessons
Separate Vacations Don’t Have to Mean Divorce
Are Soul Mates Fact or Fiction?
Love vs. Parenthood: When the Perfect Partner Doesn’t Want Kids
Caring for Dad Is Destroying My Marriage
First Date: Who Pays and What It Really Means
Dating a Dad: When You Like Him But Not His Kid
Cali Bradshaw
March 22, 2011 at 8:12 pm #
Hahah I love sarcasm! I had to laugh a little too as I re-read the comments last night. Such anger! And all on a little pink blog. Come on kids. I am not writing a thesis here on the truths of the the world.
Completely agree that what it comes down to is being thoughtful and considerate AND about the part about wanting a man who will take charge of a date. I love when a guy calls me up and suggests a date, time and place. It is extremely attractive to know he has put so much thought into me already. And yep, once you are in a “real” relationship – that’s a whole other set of rules.
Thanks for the comment!
Reply
Ross Felix
March 22, 2011 at 1:45 pm #
It’s no surprise to me that this topic has stirred up such a debate. You’ve got guys who are “doing it wrong” so to speak who are getting a rude awakening, you’ve got guys who feel vindicated for paying, and you’ve got women on both sides of the issue.
As I see it there are only two issues in dating that possibly would get more reactions, “Why am I a slut if I sleep with him on the first date, whereas he’s awesome for doing it” or “Can I date my friend’s ex?” (And before you slam me about the sex comment, I do believe what’s good for one gender is good for the other.)
Début de l'événement
17.03.2022
Fin de l'événement
17.03.2022
Can You Love Someone and Still Hate the Idea of Love?
Description
The Surprisingly Solid Dating Advice From Kanye West
How To Please Your Mate
Rearranging The Deck Chairs On The Titanic of Love
Ridiculous Dating Advice That’s Totally True
Things Men Do That Women Probably Hate
Things I Think I’d Hate About Women If I Were a Man
What Single People Get Wrong About Marriage
Chicken Livers and Relationship Drama
Why Splitting Costs Isn't Splitting Love
The Instant Turn-Offs That Will Get You Cut Off
Love is often idealized as the ultimate human experience, yet many people feel conflicted about its broader implications. You might deeply care for a partner while resenting what love represents: vulnerability, dependency, or societal expectations.
Some people hate the romanticized version of love perpetuated by media—grand gestures, perfect compatibility, and eternal happiness. This portrayal sets unrealistic standards that feel unattainable, even in healthy relationships. Others may dislike the loss of control that comes with love. It forces us to prioritize someone else’s needs, disrupts routines, and sometimes clouds judgment.
Yet, loving someone doesn’t require embracing every aspect of love’s narrative. It’s possible to build a partnership that defies conventional ideals. Focus on defining love on your terms: what it means, how it’s expressed, and what it contributes to your life.
Love can be messy, flawed, and overwhelming, but it can also be a source of growth and joy. Hating the concept of love doesn’t mean you can’t experience it in your own authentic way.
How To Please Your Mate
Rearranging The Deck Chairs On The Titanic of Love
Ridiculous Dating Advice That’s Totally True
Things Men Do That Women Probably Hate
Things I Think I’d Hate About Women If I Were a Man
What Single People Get Wrong About Marriage
Chicken Livers and Relationship Drama
Why Splitting Costs Isn't Splitting Love
The Instant Turn-Offs That Will Get You Cut Off
Love is often idealized as the ultimate human experience, yet many people feel conflicted about its broader implications. You might deeply care for a partner while resenting what love represents: vulnerability, dependency, or societal expectations.
Some people hate the romanticized version of love perpetuated by media—grand gestures, perfect compatibility, and eternal happiness. This portrayal sets unrealistic standards that feel unattainable, even in healthy relationships. Others may dislike the loss of control that comes with love. It forces us to prioritize someone else’s needs, disrupts routines, and sometimes clouds judgment.
Yet, loving someone doesn’t require embracing every aspect of love’s narrative. It’s possible to build a partnership that defies conventional ideals. Focus on defining love on your terms: what it means, how it’s expressed, and what it contributes to your life.
Love can be messy, flawed, and overwhelming, but it can also be a source of growth and joy. Hating the concept of love doesn’t mean you can’t experience it in your own authentic way.
Début de l'événement
21.11.2021
Fin de l'événement
21.11.2021
Choices
Description
A Relationship Evolved (and Happy Birthday To My Ex)
The Unforgettable First Kiss
Jealousy Versus Envy
Love Addict: The Pregnancy Dilemma
How Do You Help Someone Who Doesn’t Want Help?
Most Radical Relationship Books On the Market
We Hold Ourselves Back
What Happens When You Actually In Relationship??
Is a Same-Sex Encounter Important in Living Holistically?
You’re a Selfish Bitch and That’s Why You’re Not Married
Learning How to Love Yourself
Love Addict: Writing the Personal
How Do You Learn to Let Go?
Really, it all comes down to just a wedding.
Two paths wind in front of me. The first one: leave North Carolina at the end of March in order to spend the spring in Brooklyn. I’ve always wanted to live in NYC, and while the hectic pace of living there long term no longer fits in with my self-image at 32, I’m still drawn to experiencing the beat and pulse for a short time. Inspiration lurks around every corner in the city, and I still hold some small remnants of 20-something adrenaline-junkie Christine.
After New York, who knows? Santa Fe is somewhere I had thought about living before I came to North Carolina, and seems like a sweet summer spot. Then maybe Portland, or Europe. I wanna live in Europe. Why not now?
The other: go to a wedding in Hawaii in May. Not just a wedding. One of my best friends, someone I lived with in San Francisco, bumped around with in New York and London, with whom I shared much laughter and exchanged seriously annoyed glances over our adventure guide in Tasmania, is getting married. I don’t want to miss it for anything, really.
Flights to Oahu from the East Coast don’t come cheap (in fact, they come ridiculously expensive), and if I go, I’m staying more than a few days. This essentially keeps me in North Carolina indefinitely. It settles me into Black Mountain, Asheville, community, dance.
More than anything else, it asks of me if I am ready for real relationship.
The boy tells me the other day that when he was at home for the holidays, answering briefly that I was leaving in April after people asked if he was seeing anybody, his friend Paul said, “Man, she’s not going anywhere.” The boy replied, “Yeah, you don’t know her. She’s going.”
“Nah, she’s not.”
I’m glad someone I don’t know has more certainty about my life than me.
The wedding is the obvious catalyst, but the relationship is the real issue at hand. We’ve talked about him coming along, but I can’t seem to commit to him coming along. Even though we spend almost everyday together now, I’m not sure what things will look like come May.
Even more frightening, I’m not sure if staying here locks me into becoming an “us”.
Have you felt forced to make a stay-or-go decision in a relationship? If so, how did you handle it?
The Unforgettable First Kiss
Jealousy Versus Envy
Love Addict: The Pregnancy Dilemma
How Do You Help Someone Who Doesn’t Want Help?
Most Radical Relationship Books On the Market
We Hold Ourselves Back
What Happens When You Actually In Relationship??
Is a Same-Sex Encounter Important in Living Holistically?
You’re a Selfish Bitch and That’s Why You’re Not Married
Learning How to Love Yourself
Love Addict: Writing the Personal
How Do You Learn to Let Go?
Really, it all comes down to just a wedding.
Two paths wind in front of me. The first one: leave North Carolina at the end of March in order to spend the spring in Brooklyn. I’ve always wanted to live in NYC, and while the hectic pace of living there long term no longer fits in with my self-image at 32, I’m still drawn to experiencing the beat and pulse for a short time. Inspiration lurks around every corner in the city, and I still hold some small remnants of 20-something adrenaline-junkie Christine.
After New York, who knows? Santa Fe is somewhere I had thought about living before I came to North Carolina, and seems like a sweet summer spot. Then maybe Portland, or Europe. I wanna live in Europe. Why not now?
The other: go to a wedding in Hawaii in May. Not just a wedding. One of my best friends, someone I lived with in San Francisco, bumped around with in New York and London, with whom I shared much laughter and exchanged seriously annoyed glances over our adventure guide in Tasmania, is getting married. I don’t want to miss it for anything, really.
Flights to Oahu from the East Coast don’t come cheap (in fact, they come ridiculously expensive), and if I go, I’m staying more than a few days. This essentially keeps me in North Carolina indefinitely. It settles me into Black Mountain, Asheville, community, dance.
More than anything else, it asks of me if I am ready for real relationship.
The boy tells me the other day that when he was at home for the holidays, answering briefly that I was leaving in April after people asked if he was seeing anybody, his friend Paul said, “Man, she’s not going anywhere.” The boy replied, “Yeah, you don’t know her. She’s going.”
“Nah, she’s not.”
I’m glad someone I don’t know has more certainty about my life than me.
The wedding is the obvious catalyst, but the relationship is the real issue at hand. We’ve talked about him coming along, but I can’t seem to commit to him coming along. Even though we spend almost everyday together now, I’m not sure what things will look like come May.
Even more frightening, I’m not sure if staying here locks me into becoming an “us”.
Have you felt forced to make a stay-or-go decision in a relationship? If so, how did you handle it?
Début de l'événement
16.01.2021
Fin de l'événement
16.01.2021
Co-working (ou cool oeuvre)
Début de l'événement
30.09.2024 - 09:30
Fin de l'événement
30.09.2024 - 16:00
Lieu
présentiel à définir (+ visio pour celles qui ne peuvent pas)
Co-working (ou cool oeuvre)
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28.10.2024 - 09:30
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28.10.2024 - 16:00
Lieu
présentiel à définir (+ visio pour celles qui ne peuvent pas)
Co-working (ou cool oeuvre)
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19.12.2024 - 14:00
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19.12.2024 - 16:00
Lieu
Visio + présentiel possible à la journée
Co-working (ou cool oeuvre)
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15.01.2025 - 10:00
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15.01.2025 - 12:00
Lieu
Visio + présentiel possible à la journée
Co-working (ou cool oeuvre)
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11.02.2025 - 14:00
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11.02.2025 - 16:00
Lieu
Visio + présentiel possible à la journée
Co-working (ou cool oeuvre)
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24.03.2025 - 10:00
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24.03.2025 - 12:00
Lieu
Visio + présentiel possible à la journée
Co-working (ou cool oeuvre)
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17.04.2025 - 14:00
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17.04.2025 - 16:00
Lieu
Visio + présentiel possible à la journée
Co-working (ou cool oeuvre)
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14.05.2025 - 10:00
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14.05.2025 - 12:00
Lieu
Visio + présentiel possible à la journée
Co-working (ou cool oeuvre)
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10.06.2025 - 14:00
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10.06.2025 - 16:00
Lieu
Visio + présentiel possible à la journée
Co-working (ou cool oeuvre)
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07.07.2025 - 10:00
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07.07.2025 - 12:00
Lieu
Visio + présentiel possible à la journée
Co-working (ou cool oeuvre)
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17.04.2025 - 10:00
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17.04.2025 - 12:00
Co-working (ou cool oeuvre) // Journée en présentiel chez Cynthia pour celles qui le souhaitent
Début de l'événement
22.11.2024 - 10:00
Fin de l'événement
22.11.2024 - 12:00
Lieu
visio + présentiel potentiel si envie (et journée possible)
Coffee and sex drive
Description
When Do You Walk Away
It Is All Facebook’s Fault…
How To Be Single at Your 10 Year Reunion
Are One Night Stands Bad?
The Truth About Free Dating Sites
Writing Good Loveawake.com Emails
Taking it Slow vs Taking it Nowhere
26 Things I’ve Learned About Dating
Being Selfish in A Relationship
Signs of a Douchebag
Rules for a Skype Date
I’ve recently cut out coffee except for the weekends. I originally gave it up after being sick and found that it had an adverse effect on my sex drive. Then I went to only having one cup a day, but found that even that habitual cup was causing me to crash in the afternoon. Now that I don’t have coffee during the week, my energy levels are way better. Of course, I think my diet plays a role in this as well, as I generally avoid carbs. Also, I tend to take a nap after lunch and have a cup of black tea after lunch. Still, I find that my sex drive isn’t as intense during the week. Then when the weekend comes, I indulge and have coffee in the mornings. It’s easier to deal with the mid-day crash because I can just have a rest.
Wondering if anyone else has had similar experiences? In general, I favor not having the coffee habitually. It actually does its job well when I have it sparingly. I am also wondering if the lower sex drive is because of the time of year.
It Is All Facebook’s Fault…
How To Be Single at Your 10 Year Reunion
Are One Night Stands Bad?
The Truth About Free Dating Sites
Writing Good Loveawake.com Emails
Taking it Slow vs Taking it Nowhere
26 Things I’ve Learned About Dating
Being Selfish in A Relationship
Signs of a Douchebag
Rules for a Skype Date
I’ve recently cut out coffee except for the weekends. I originally gave it up after being sick and found that it had an adverse effect on my sex drive. Then I went to only having one cup a day, but found that even that habitual cup was causing me to crash in the afternoon. Now that I don’t have coffee during the week, my energy levels are way better. Of course, I think my diet plays a role in this as well, as I generally avoid carbs. Also, I tend to take a nap after lunch and have a cup of black tea after lunch. Still, I find that my sex drive isn’t as intense during the week. Then when the weekend comes, I indulge and have coffee in the mornings. It’s easier to deal with the mid-day crash because I can just have a rest.
Wondering if anyone else has had similar experiences? In general, I favor not having the coffee habitually. It actually does its job well when I have it sparingly. I am also wondering if the lower sex drive is because of the time of year.
Début de l'événement
22.01.2022
Fin de l'événement
22.01.2022
Coin du feu
Début de l'événement
24.06.2024 - 10:00
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24.06.2024 - 12:00
Lieu
visio
Coin du feu
Début de l'événement
14.03.2025 - 10:00
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14.03.2025 - 12:00
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visio
Coin du feu
Début de l'événement
11.07.2025 - 10:00
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11.07.2025 - 12:00
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visio
Coin du feu
Début de l'événement
12.09.2025 - 10:00
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12.09.2025 - 12:00
Lieu
visio
Coin du feu
Début de l'événement
10.10.2025 - 10:00
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10.10.2025
Lieu
visio
Coin du feu
Début de l'événement
14.11.2025 - 10:00
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14.11.2025 - 12:00
Lieu
visio
Coin du feu
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12.12.2025 - 10:00
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12.12.2025 - 12:00
Coin du feu
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11.04.2025 - 10:00
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11.04.2025 - 12:00
Lieu
visio
Coin du feu
Début de l'événement
13.06.2025 - 10:00
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13.06.2025 - 12:00
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visio
Coin du feu
Début de l'événement
16.05.2025 - 10:00
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16.05.2025 - 12:00
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visio
Coin du feu aout (le fera-t-on ou seront-nous en vacances/looong congés scolaires ??)
Début de l'événement
09.08.2024 - 10:00
Fin de l'événement
09.08.2024 - 12:00
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visio
coin du feu décembre - allongé (spécial création coopérative)
Description
1h30 atelier sur les statuts coopérative
1h30 de coin du feu classique avec une petite pause entre les 2
1h30 de coin du feu classique avec une petite pause entre les 2
Début de l'événement
13.12.2024 - 09:30
Fin de l'événement
13.12.2024 - 12:30
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visio
Coin du feu de juillet
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12.07.2024 - 10:00
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12.07.2024 - 12:00
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Coin du feu de mai
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24.05.2024 - 14:00
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24.05.2024 - 16:00
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visio
Coin du feu juin
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14.06.2024 - 10:00
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14.06.2024 - 12:00
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visio
coin du feu novembre
Début de l'événement
08.11.2024 - 10:00
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08.11.2024 - 12:00
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visio
Coin du feu septembre
Début de l'événement
13.09.2024 - 10:00
Fin de l'événement
13.09.2024 - 12:00
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visio
Completely Random Friday Thoughts
Description
Surviving a Long-Term Affair and Saving a Marriage
Transforming Communication and Parenting in a Troubled Marriage
Healing a Marriage by Confronting Insecurities and Building Trust
Religious Differences and Strengthening Marriage Bonds
The Affection Gap: Bridging Emotional Distance in a Long-Term Marriage
Workplace Dating Detours
When Blind Dates Go Wrong
Comfort Vs. Fulfillment In Modern Dating
Demanding Respect and Openness in a Relationship
Get Outta My Dating Pool
Seeking Clarity and Connection in Dating
Gym Flirting 101
Finding Balance in Love After Loss
I had to share a couple stories with you that made me laugh so hard I almost peed my pants. Because of my reaction to these tales I am almost 100% sure I am doomed to an eternity in hell. Heck-I want to be where the party is so I'm okay with this.
The first was when my grandmother told me her friend in Florida had gotten lost driving home from the old age home her husband was in. I know this is sad, but the lady drives this route every day and has for months...so her brain fart was my comedy fodder. I can’t help picturing this little old lady lost in the bowels of sunny, friendly, Florida.
Apparently she straight up panicked and called their other mutual friend Duchess (yup, that’s her name) freaking out. Now, she only made a left instead of a right on Rt. 19 and in no way was she in danger…so I feel I can laugh at her. She just kept right on driving, despite nothing looking familiar and never once thought to turn around and try the other direction. She also never considered stopping for directions despite the fact that her initial confusion started around 4:30 and well within daylight hours there.
My grandmother is describing her panic and the calls to Duchess and she is laughing too and then scolding me because, “Getting old and forgetting things is not funny! Wait till it happens to you.” Um, when it happens to me I fully expect people to laugh at my wrinkly ass! She does not have Alzheimer’s; I’m not totally cruel, she just wasn’t all there that day.
My Yiayia tells me that she was directionally confused because, and I quote, “Well you know she only has one eye.” Um…WHAT!? No, I did not know that Penny had one freaking eye. I’m sorry…what!? I lost it. I am picturing an old lady in a Florida style muumuu with an eye patch and lost in broad daylight when all she had to do was pull a U-ey. I mean…come on! That shit is funny. She was afraid to make a u-turn because she only has a left eye and was afraid she wouldn’t see cars coming from her right. Why is this woman driving!? A rant on old ass drivers that I will surely explore later! Her friend directed her to make a U-turn and she made her way home. End of story…but come on!
The next gem from today came from my friend Jacki who was cornered at by a drunken co-worker that we both went to college with…and then followed her into the work force. This guy was gaga for Jacki in college and had no shot then, nor does he now. He was the typical lacrosse player, cocky, slutty with snake like charm, and overall dirty. No way in hell is Jacki touching this guy…and she has told him as much. So even though he has been with his girl (who was married when the relationship started and has since divorced her husband) for 3 plus years he decided to drunken text her from across the bar table last night.
I believe the texts read something like this:
Guy: Are you in? You know I like you!
Jacki: No!
Guy: Come on…you know I’ve always liked you.
Jacki: Yes, we’ve been over this. I have never and will never like you in that way.
Guy: Why do you fight what we have?
Jacki: Because we have nothing and you are entirely too drunk to be having this conversation with!
The texting stops for a while but Guy proceeds to shadow Jacki all night long. When the party is wrapping up and the cabs have been called, Jacki, who drove and doesn’t drink, went to walk out to her car. Guy decided this would be the perfect time to invite himself back to her place. Jacki tried nicely to tell him to go back inside and that he was not invited back to her house. He proceeded to grab her and pull her towards him. She re-tells the story of her almost snapping her neck to keep her face away from his and I believe her.
The thing is, this guy was a notorious manwhore in college but never once did you hear the ladies saying, “You have got to sleep with Guy, he will rock your world in the sack.” Or anything of the kind. I can only assume this is because he was about quantity over quality and never having to work for pussy never had to work to be good with the pussy. If he was renowned around campus as being a great lover I’d tell her to take one for the team so we could all know what it was like…and being the dear she is…she’d do it…but no…that’s not the case.
Why do guys assume that getting drunk, professing their love, and getting pushy will work. Like we are supposed to say, “That’s right. Thank God you got stupid drunk and demanded I admit my feelings for you. You are so attractive in this state. Please, please take me right now!” That will never happen. That is not an attractive quality in a man.
So these are the two stories that made me laugh so hard I thought I was going to die. I had tears streaming from my eyes and cramps in my side. I am aware that laughing at these situations makes me a horrible person…and today I am okay with it.
I am off to see lights with Re and her son, then out for a girls night dinner followed by the bar with friends. I am hoping for laughs and good times. I’ll be sure and fill you all in on how the night progresses. J Have a wonderful weekend everyone.
Transforming Communication and Parenting in a Troubled Marriage
Healing a Marriage by Confronting Insecurities and Building Trust
Religious Differences and Strengthening Marriage Bonds
The Affection Gap: Bridging Emotional Distance in a Long-Term Marriage
Workplace Dating Detours
When Blind Dates Go Wrong
Comfort Vs. Fulfillment In Modern Dating
Demanding Respect and Openness in a Relationship
Get Outta My Dating Pool
Seeking Clarity and Connection in Dating
Gym Flirting 101
Finding Balance in Love After Loss
I had to share a couple stories with you that made me laugh so hard I almost peed my pants. Because of my reaction to these tales I am almost 100% sure I am doomed to an eternity in hell. Heck-I want to be where the party is so I'm okay with this.
The first was when my grandmother told me her friend in Florida had gotten lost driving home from the old age home her husband was in. I know this is sad, but the lady drives this route every day and has for months...so her brain fart was my comedy fodder. I can’t help picturing this little old lady lost in the bowels of sunny, friendly, Florida.
Apparently she straight up panicked and called their other mutual friend Duchess (yup, that’s her name) freaking out. Now, she only made a left instead of a right on Rt. 19 and in no way was she in danger…so I feel I can laugh at her. She just kept right on driving, despite nothing looking familiar and never once thought to turn around and try the other direction. She also never considered stopping for directions despite the fact that her initial confusion started around 4:30 and well within daylight hours there.
My grandmother is describing her panic and the calls to Duchess and she is laughing too and then scolding me because, “Getting old and forgetting things is not funny! Wait till it happens to you.” Um, when it happens to me I fully expect people to laugh at my wrinkly ass! She does not have Alzheimer’s; I’m not totally cruel, she just wasn’t all there that day.
My Yiayia tells me that she was directionally confused because, and I quote, “Well you know she only has one eye.” Um…WHAT!? No, I did not know that Penny had one freaking eye. I’m sorry…what!? I lost it. I am picturing an old lady in a Florida style muumuu with an eye patch and lost in broad daylight when all she had to do was pull a U-ey. I mean…come on! That shit is funny. She was afraid to make a u-turn because she only has a left eye and was afraid she wouldn’t see cars coming from her right. Why is this woman driving!? A rant on old ass drivers that I will surely explore later! Her friend directed her to make a U-turn and she made her way home. End of story…but come on!
The next gem from today came from my friend Jacki who was cornered at by a drunken co-worker that we both went to college with…and then followed her into the work force. This guy was gaga for Jacki in college and had no shot then, nor does he now. He was the typical lacrosse player, cocky, slutty with snake like charm, and overall dirty. No way in hell is Jacki touching this guy…and she has told him as much. So even though he has been with his girl (who was married when the relationship started and has since divorced her husband) for 3 plus years he decided to drunken text her from across the bar table last night.
I believe the texts read something like this:
Guy: Are you in? You know I like you!
Jacki: No!
Guy: Come on…you know I’ve always liked you.
Jacki: Yes, we’ve been over this. I have never and will never like you in that way.
Guy: Why do you fight what we have?
Jacki: Because we have nothing and you are entirely too drunk to be having this conversation with!
The texting stops for a while but Guy proceeds to shadow Jacki all night long. When the party is wrapping up and the cabs have been called, Jacki, who drove and doesn’t drink, went to walk out to her car. Guy decided this would be the perfect time to invite himself back to her place. Jacki tried nicely to tell him to go back inside and that he was not invited back to her house. He proceeded to grab her and pull her towards him. She re-tells the story of her almost snapping her neck to keep her face away from his and I believe her.
The thing is, this guy was a notorious manwhore in college but never once did you hear the ladies saying, “You have got to sleep with Guy, he will rock your world in the sack.” Or anything of the kind. I can only assume this is because he was about quantity over quality and never having to work for pussy never had to work to be good with the pussy. If he was renowned around campus as being a great lover I’d tell her to take one for the team so we could all know what it was like…and being the dear she is…she’d do it…but no…that’s not the case.
Why do guys assume that getting drunk, professing their love, and getting pushy will work. Like we are supposed to say, “That’s right. Thank God you got stupid drunk and demanded I admit my feelings for you. You are so attractive in this state. Please, please take me right now!” That will never happen. That is not an attractive quality in a man.
So these are the two stories that made me laugh so hard I thought I was going to die. I had tears streaming from my eyes and cramps in my side. I am aware that laughing at these situations makes me a horrible person…and today I am okay with it.
I am off to see lights with Re and her son, then out for a girls night dinner followed by the bar with friends. I am hoping for laughs and good times. I’ll be sure and fill you all in on how the night progresses. J Have a wonderful weekend everyone.
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24.03.2024
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24.03.2024
coworking (ou cool oeuvre)
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02.09.2024 - 09:30
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02.09.2024 - 16:00
Lieu
présentiel à définir (+ visio pour celles qui ne peuvent pas)
Creating a Love Life That Aligns with Your Personal Values
Description
The 5 Warning Signs Of A Bad Relationship
Stop Comparing Us To Aidan From Sex And The City!
The Truth About Women’s Dating Blogs
Is Bradley Cooper The Male Carrie Bradshaw?
My Low-Maintenance Dream Girl Wishlist
The Little Things Women Do That Turn Men On
Being A Bitch Can Save Your Love Life
Why Your Dating Standards Start with You
The Backlash of Fornication for Single Christians
Learn to Trust God’s Warnings in Relationships
10 Qualities Saved Sisters Seek in a Man
Overcoming Dating Angst as a Christian
O’Toole ended up as the arrogant, petulant, debauched Henry in a great performance that stood as a poke in the eye to typecasting. Watch O’Toole’s mild, kindly schoolmaster in “Goodbye, Mr. Chips” (1969), and then his megalomaniacal chessmaster of a director in “The Stunt Man.” Check out his sadistic Nazi in “The Night of the Generals” (1967) back-to-back with his diffident, soft-spoken tutor in “The Last Emperor” (1987). Then watch O”Toole metamorphose from Jesus Christ into Jack the Ripper over the run of “The Ruling Class” (1972). Tell me when you’re done that Peter O’Toole wasn’t a versatile actor.
Another criticism of O’Toole is not so easy to rebut: that his long and eventful career contained a strong note of unfulfilled promise. Outside of his eight Oscar-nominated performances, the good pickings are indeed few and far between. He spent most of the ’70s paying the physical price for his previous drunken carousing, and his final Oscar nomination for “Venus” (2006) came after a quarter century in which he had achieved little of distinction as a movie actor. That undistinguished period ironically began with O’Toole’s triumph in “My Favorite Year.” Although O’Toole’s portrayal of a disappointed, alcoholic has-been who roars “I’m not an actor, I’m a movie star!” was almost universally praised, it was suspected just as unanimously of being autobiographical.
O’Toole’s career began on the stage, where at the Bristol Old Vic in the late ’50s he made his first significant splash as a Hamlet apparently not to be forgotten. But when, after achieving international superstardom, he played the Melancholy Dane in a London production directed by Laurence Olivier, his performance was judged to be unremarkable. His 1980 Macbeth is still remembered today as one of the great disasters of modern British theatre. His Professor Henry Higgins in a 1980s revival of “Pygmalion” did well enough in London, but when the production transferred to New York, O’Toole’s one and only Broadway outing did not generally impress (although a 13-year-old named Jake Riordan liked it). Probably O’Toole’s greatest success as a stage actor was in two runs of the play “Jeffrey Bernard is Unwell,” in which he played a boozy, dissipated newspaper columnist. Again, there were whispers of autobiography and self-parody.
Stop Comparing Us To Aidan From Sex And The City!
The Truth About Women’s Dating Blogs
Is Bradley Cooper The Male Carrie Bradshaw?
My Low-Maintenance Dream Girl Wishlist
The Little Things Women Do That Turn Men On
Being A Bitch Can Save Your Love Life
Why Your Dating Standards Start with You
The Backlash of Fornication for Single Christians
Learn to Trust God’s Warnings in Relationships
10 Qualities Saved Sisters Seek in a Man
Overcoming Dating Angst as a Christian
O’Toole ended up as the arrogant, petulant, debauched Henry in a great performance that stood as a poke in the eye to typecasting. Watch O’Toole’s mild, kindly schoolmaster in “Goodbye, Mr. Chips” (1969), and then his megalomaniacal chessmaster of a director in “The Stunt Man.” Check out his sadistic Nazi in “The Night of the Generals” (1967) back-to-back with his diffident, soft-spoken tutor in “The Last Emperor” (1987). Then watch O”Toole metamorphose from Jesus Christ into Jack the Ripper over the run of “The Ruling Class” (1972). Tell me when you’re done that Peter O’Toole wasn’t a versatile actor.
Another criticism of O’Toole is not so easy to rebut: that his long and eventful career contained a strong note of unfulfilled promise. Outside of his eight Oscar-nominated performances, the good pickings are indeed few and far between. He spent most of the ’70s paying the physical price for his previous drunken carousing, and his final Oscar nomination for “Venus” (2006) came after a quarter century in which he had achieved little of distinction as a movie actor. That undistinguished period ironically began with O’Toole’s triumph in “My Favorite Year.” Although O’Toole’s portrayal of a disappointed, alcoholic has-been who roars “I’m not an actor, I’m a movie star!” was almost universally praised, it was suspected just as unanimously of being autobiographical.
O’Toole’s career began on the stage, where at the Bristol Old Vic in the late ’50s he made his first significant splash as a Hamlet apparently not to be forgotten. But when, after achieving international superstardom, he played the Melancholy Dane in a London production directed by Laurence Olivier, his performance was judged to be unremarkable. His 1980 Macbeth is still remembered today as one of the great disasters of modern British theatre. His Professor Henry Higgins in a 1980s revival of “Pygmalion” did well enough in London, but when the production transferred to New York, O’Toole’s one and only Broadway outing did not generally impress (although a 13-year-old named Jake Riordan liked it). Probably O’Toole’s greatest success as a stage actor was in two runs of the play “Jeffrey Bernard is Unwell,” in which he played a boozy, dissipated newspaper columnist. Again, there were whispers of autobiography and self-parody.
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17.12.2022
Fin de l'événement
17.12.2022
Dating in the Modern Age: Balancing Expectations and Realities
Description
Questioning Dating Perferences
Jaded About Dating
Endless Evidence Gathering
Snooping on a Partner
Interracial Dating And Relationships
Why Do You Want to Be in a Relationship?
Being Really Smart Can Work Against A Woman
Flexibility in Modern Relationships
"Till Death Do Us Part"
Assembly Line of Hot
The Art of Selective Truths in Dating
Warning Signs on the First Date
Scroll through a thousand online dating posts, ask a couple dozen friends, go on a dozen dates, and you'll find that most of us are, either consciously or unconsciously, looking for fireworks. Hot chemistry. That mad attraction that we can't soak enough of up.
And when we meet someone that doesn't, for whatever reason, elicit it from us, many of us will move on. Fast. Even if the person otherwise might be a great partner.
So, what gives?
In my own experience, the relationships that started with hot, passionate chemistry died a quick death. The fire brought us together, but once it cooled a bit, we really weren't a good match for each other. Some psychologists argue that such passionate, fire-filled beginnings often are coming from matching wounds from the past. That the coming together isn't about love and longevity, but more about co-habiting dysfunctions hoping to heal each other. Most of the spiritual teachings I study also caution against believing the stories we have around desire, precisely because they are designed to get us to go out and pursue whatever it is that is desired.
Related to this is another set of issues. People want it All to happen Now. Many of us don't want to "waste time," and find out later that someone "wasn't right." But how can you know, if you don't actually take some time to get to know someone? An hour and a half over coffee or dinner isn't enough to get to know anyone, but you'd be hard pressed to find a roomful of singles who don't believe that these days. Furthermore, in addition to being impatient, many of us fail to register more subtle passions for another because we're too busy looking for, or "trying to will," something that will burn a city block down when/if it comes.
I also think there's another issue here. Addiction. The U.S. is truly a society of addicts. There are high level addicts who destroy their lives and the lives of others. Some make it into therapy and/or recovery groups, while others never make it. However, beyond these folks, I'd argue that a large percentage of us "normal functioning" folks are actually low level addicts. Some absolutely "need" those two or three cups of coffee every morning. Others are miserable if they don't get their video game fix, or miss their favorite TV show. And still others are addicted to "love," which is actually lust. They chase the high, and then burned, again and again.
Are you one of these people?
If you feel swamped by all the opinions coming at you. If you feel stuck in patterns that don't serve you, or any relationship you are in. If you are afraid to take risks anymore because of the countless hurts you've experienced in the past.
Jaded About Dating
Endless Evidence Gathering
Snooping on a Partner
Interracial Dating And Relationships
Why Do You Want to Be in a Relationship?
Being Really Smart Can Work Against A Woman
Flexibility in Modern Relationships
"Till Death Do Us Part"
Assembly Line of Hot
The Art of Selective Truths in Dating
Warning Signs on the First Date
Scroll through a thousand online dating posts, ask a couple dozen friends, go on a dozen dates, and you'll find that most of us are, either consciously or unconsciously, looking for fireworks. Hot chemistry. That mad attraction that we can't soak enough of up.
And when we meet someone that doesn't, for whatever reason, elicit it from us, many of us will move on. Fast. Even if the person otherwise might be a great partner.
So, what gives?
In my own experience, the relationships that started with hot, passionate chemistry died a quick death. The fire brought us together, but once it cooled a bit, we really weren't a good match for each other. Some psychologists argue that such passionate, fire-filled beginnings often are coming from matching wounds from the past. That the coming together isn't about love and longevity, but more about co-habiting dysfunctions hoping to heal each other. Most of the spiritual teachings I study also caution against believing the stories we have around desire, precisely because they are designed to get us to go out and pursue whatever it is that is desired.
Related to this is another set of issues. People want it All to happen Now. Many of us don't want to "waste time," and find out later that someone "wasn't right." But how can you know, if you don't actually take some time to get to know someone? An hour and a half over coffee or dinner isn't enough to get to know anyone, but you'd be hard pressed to find a roomful of singles who don't believe that these days. Furthermore, in addition to being impatient, many of us fail to register more subtle passions for another because we're too busy looking for, or "trying to will," something that will burn a city block down when/if it comes.
I also think there's another issue here. Addiction. The U.S. is truly a society of addicts. There are high level addicts who destroy their lives and the lives of others. Some make it into therapy and/or recovery groups, while others never make it. However, beyond these folks, I'd argue that a large percentage of us "normal functioning" folks are actually low level addicts. Some absolutely "need" those two or three cups of coffee every morning. Others are miserable if they don't get their video game fix, or miss their favorite TV show. And still others are addicted to "love," which is actually lust. They chase the high, and then burned, again and again.
Are you one of these people?
If you feel swamped by all the opinions coming at you. If you feel stuck in patterns that don't serve you, or any relationship you are in. If you are afraid to take risks anymore because of the countless hurts you've experienced in the past.
Début de l'événement
02.01.2023
Fin de l'événement
02.01.2023
Ecriture des statuts coopérative
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visio
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17.12.2024 - 09:30
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17.12.2024 - 10:30
From Roommates to Soulmates: Reclaiming Passion in a Long-Term Marriage.
Description
He Had an Affair Because I Stopped Initiating Sex
He Makes Me Feel Bad About Being Fat
He Lost Interest in Our Marriage
Saving A Marriage: He Lost His Job
He Lets His Mother Rule Our Lives and I'm Sick of It
Commitment Jitters
Love and Lust: When Chemistry Outruns Endurance
Bi Bi Love
Dealing With Your Partner’s Bedroom Confessions
Can His Squalor Be Squelched?
Asunder Down Under
Conquering Long Distance Dating
Coveting a Coworker
Although, any sane woman should run from him away as fast as she can.
And yet, most of those women don’t. Because the women who pursue men like you’ve describe base his value on quantity, not quality. They’re the women who jump at the chance to commit and end up with the cheaters, crash and burners and emotionally bankrupt. In short, they’re the women who scoffed at the 36 year old guy whose longest relationship was 6 months, but thought nothing of the men who commit after a week.
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JS says:
February 13, 2012 at 2:40 pm
Re-read my post….I didnt say the men who dont commit are shitbags. I said:
“I am not saying that the guy WHO COMMITS is a great guy or even a good guy. He could have numerous multi-year relationships under his belt but still be a SHITBAG and an awful, cheating, abusive boyfriend. Or maybe he’s just a lame, mediocre, ambivalent guy who tends to take his women for granted. Or maybe he’s actually a great boyfriend.”
My point is while it is true that just b/c someone commits doesnt mean they are great boyfriends. The men who dont commit….dont commit.
And what is wrong with a man going out with a woman for 3-9 months or 2 yrs and realizing “hey we dont work for a life-long committment”??? Would it be better that be married the wrong girl? No of course not. And yes, the work-hard/play hard guy who never commits may be holding out for “the one” or hasnt found anyone worth committing to or is picky ….OR one should see their actions for what they are…indicative of their lack of desire/abililty to commit.
He Makes Me Feel Bad About Being Fat
He Lost Interest in Our Marriage
Saving A Marriage: He Lost His Job
He Lets His Mother Rule Our Lives and I'm Sick of It
Commitment Jitters
Love and Lust: When Chemistry Outruns Endurance
Bi Bi Love
Dealing With Your Partner’s Bedroom Confessions
Can His Squalor Be Squelched?
Asunder Down Under
Conquering Long Distance Dating
Coveting a Coworker
Although, any sane woman should run from him away as fast as she can.
And yet, most of those women don’t. Because the women who pursue men like you’ve describe base his value on quantity, not quality. They’re the women who jump at the chance to commit and end up with the cheaters, crash and burners and emotionally bankrupt. In short, they’re the women who scoffed at the 36 year old guy whose longest relationship was 6 months, but thought nothing of the men who commit after a week.
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JS says:
February 13, 2012 at 2:40 pm
Re-read my post….I didnt say the men who dont commit are shitbags. I said:
“I am not saying that the guy WHO COMMITS is a great guy or even a good guy. He could have numerous multi-year relationships under his belt but still be a SHITBAG and an awful, cheating, abusive boyfriend. Or maybe he’s just a lame, mediocre, ambivalent guy who tends to take his women for granted. Or maybe he’s actually a great boyfriend.”
My point is while it is true that just b/c someone commits doesnt mean they are great boyfriends. The men who dont commit….dont commit.
And what is wrong with a man going out with a woman for 3-9 months or 2 yrs and realizing “hey we dont work for a life-long committment”??? Would it be better that be married the wrong girl? No of course not. And yes, the work-hard/play hard guy who never commits may be holding out for “the one” or hasnt found anyone worth committing to or is picky ….OR one should see their actions for what they are…indicative of their lack of desire/abililty to commit.
Début de l'événement
18.03.2023
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18.03.2023
Hammam ??
Début de l'événement
20.06.2024
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20.06.2024
Lieu
a définir
How to make a man feel like a man.
Description
He Went to War and Came Back a Changed Man
Unmasking Hidden Unhappiness in Marriage
Workaholic Heartbreak: When Success Costs Your Marriage
Recession Realities: When Financial Stress Tests a Marriage
When Unemployment Tests Marriage
Movies That All Women Should See To Understand Men
Love Lies and Responsibility
The Dating Mishaps of the Ladies of Love Twenty
The Black Male Preference Privilege
Anatomy of a Great (Reality) Relationship
Your Rear End or Your Pride
Why Splitting Costs Isn't Splitting Love
(Broken) Laws of Attraction
I know I have mentioned some the flaw of women to romanticize men and their relationships with them. Fictionalizing things in our heads is, in my opinion, or number one curse. We search for this “true love” our “soul mate” and we will not settle for less, so when we find a man who mostly fits, we just make up the rest in our heads until they are complete. It’s a horrible habit. Here is another thing that we do that is detrimental to our own happiness.
Women want (well we never really know…but I’ll discuss that at a later date) a man who will support her, love her unconditionally, be her best friend and her equal in all things. Here it is ladies…it’s probably not going to happen! Men just don’t think the way we do…and unless as a gender we decide to band together and starting with this new generation, breed young boys to think like women so that sometime in the future they can be the “perfect man” for some lucky lady…it’s just not going to happen! The sooner we, not only realize this, but accept it, the better!
As women we need to be smart enough to seek our support and understanding from them, but also from our close girlfriends. Women who think their man should be the one to tell secrets to, talk about every small detail of their day to, complain about co-workers, tell them that their age/weight/hair/clothes are perfect, that it’s okay to be annoyed with their nagging mother/mother-in-law, are insane! Do NOT get me wrong, your man should be somebody that you can trust, that you can go to with things, that you can talk to, but he is not your girlfriend.
Men do NOT think the way we do. When you come home and say I had a bad day at work, so and so isn’t treating me right, they want to charge in there and confront them because that’s how they’d solve the problem if it was them. Well…you aren’t them. You just want them to listen to you and say, “Honey, I’m sorry. That must be so hard for you.” Newsflash…not gonna happen ladies. That’s what your girlfriend is for.
You tell a man a problem and they want to fix it. If you tell them a problem they can’t fix, or that you don’t want them to fix, they’re just going to be frustrated. More than that they will also feel like less of a man for not being able to help you the way they’d like to.
This brings me to another issue that, for whatever reason, women keep forgetting. The number 1 rule is to make your man feel like a MAN! This has nothing to do with women’s rights or gender equality…if you think it does you are stupid. Sorry, but you are.
I consider myself to be an independent woman. I fend for myself for the most part. I rely on myself to pay bills, make big purchases, to do home repairs, and most importantly, for my own happiness. I do not “need” a man but I sure as shit want one. I love them! They make you feel pretty, desired and cherished. They smell good either straight out of the shower or after a day of yard work. When I’m upset nothing makes me feel quite as good as being held tight against their chest. Nothing will ever make my heart race quite like a man who wants me. And, nothing will ever make me melt like a man who places his hand on the small of your back, EVER. This can take place when leading me into a room or standing in a group talking to others while stroking you lightly there. There is something about that act that is both gentlemanly and sexy; that makes me feel safe and treasured. For those and many other reasons a man in your life (the right man) can be so nice. Like I said, I’m okay alone but there is a certain joy that comes with sharing your day with somebody special.
I don’t need all the bells and whistles of chair and door holding, although it is nice, but I will tell you, when a man subconsciously walks on the outside of the sidewalk (closest to the street), because that’s what a gentleman does…well that’s just cute. For me, it’s those little acts, acts that most people may not even notice, that slay me. Loving these things does not make me any less a strong woman. And, stroking a mans ego by asking for help with something I could manage on my own isn’t weak. Let him hang that picture or check your tires air pressure. Make sure he knows that his strength, his “protector” capabilities are needed and appreciated, because that’s the way he shows you he loves you, and that’s how you can show him you love him in a way he’ll understand. It’s important he feels invaluable to me, because he is, in so many way’s he’ll never understand or appreciate.
I love to give my man backrubs. I love to give my man space (Hey, I need my own too!). I love to do things he loves to do, like watch a sports game, go shooting, go fishing; mostly because I love these things are well. It's important for him to know you desire him. Send him a sexual text randomly in the middle of the day so he knows you can't wait until he gets home to you. Kiss him unexpectantly. Initiate love making. Praise, sex, and beer...it's simple ladies! I love to make him happy…because let’s face it…if he is happy…so are we.
I think if more women remembered this and got off their high horse they’d be a whole lot happier. Relationships would be more stable and men would feel fulfilled and less likely to cheat…but that’s just my highly un-expert or research based opinion.
Strong women are sexy; don’t give that up; just know how to make him feel like your world. Men are, in my opinion, just larger sized boys who still want and seek approval from the women in their life. A “Baby, what would I do without you.” lets them know how much we love them. No harm done to us ladies.
Unmasking Hidden Unhappiness in Marriage
Workaholic Heartbreak: When Success Costs Your Marriage
Recession Realities: When Financial Stress Tests a Marriage
When Unemployment Tests Marriage
Movies That All Women Should See To Understand Men
Love Lies and Responsibility
The Dating Mishaps of the Ladies of Love Twenty
The Black Male Preference Privilege
Anatomy of a Great (Reality) Relationship
Your Rear End or Your Pride
Why Splitting Costs Isn't Splitting Love
(Broken) Laws of Attraction
I know I have mentioned some the flaw of women to romanticize men and their relationships with them. Fictionalizing things in our heads is, in my opinion, or number one curse. We search for this “true love” our “soul mate” and we will not settle for less, so when we find a man who mostly fits, we just make up the rest in our heads until they are complete. It’s a horrible habit. Here is another thing that we do that is detrimental to our own happiness.
Women want (well we never really know…but I’ll discuss that at a later date) a man who will support her, love her unconditionally, be her best friend and her equal in all things. Here it is ladies…it’s probably not going to happen! Men just don’t think the way we do…and unless as a gender we decide to band together and starting with this new generation, breed young boys to think like women so that sometime in the future they can be the “perfect man” for some lucky lady…it’s just not going to happen! The sooner we, not only realize this, but accept it, the better!
As women we need to be smart enough to seek our support and understanding from them, but also from our close girlfriends. Women who think their man should be the one to tell secrets to, talk about every small detail of their day to, complain about co-workers, tell them that their age/weight/hair/clothes are perfect, that it’s okay to be annoyed with their nagging mother/mother-in-law, are insane! Do NOT get me wrong, your man should be somebody that you can trust, that you can go to with things, that you can talk to, but he is not your girlfriend.
Men do NOT think the way we do. When you come home and say I had a bad day at work, so and so isn’t treating me right, they want to charge in there and confront them because that’s how they’d solve the problem if it was them. Well…you aren’t them. You just want them to listen to you and say, “Honey, I’m sorry. That must be so hard for you.” Newsflash…not gonna happen ladies. That’s what your girlfriend is for.
You tell a man a problem and they want to fix it. If you tell them a problem they can’t fix, or that you don’t want them to fix, they’re just going to be frustrated. More than that they will also feel like less of a man for not being able to help you the way they’d like to.
This brings me to another issue that, for whatever reason, women keep forgetting. The number 1 rule is to make your man feel like a MAN! This has nothing to do with women’s rights or gender equality…if you think it does you are stupid. Sorry, but you are.
I consider myself to be an independent woman. I fend for myself for the most part. I rely on myself to pay bills, make big purchases, to do home repairs, and most importantly, for my own happiness. I do not “need” a man but I sure as shit want one. I love them! They make you feel pretty, desired and cherished. They smell good either straight out of the shower or after a day of yard work. When I’m upset nothing makes me feel quite as good as being held tight against their chest. Nothing will ever make my heart race quite like a man who wants me. And, nothing will ever make me melt like a man who places his hand on the small of your back, EVER. This can take place when leading me into a room or standing in a group talking to others while stroking you lightly there. There is something about that act that is both gentlemanly and sexy; that makes me feel safe and treasured. For those and many other reasons a man in your life (the right man) can be so nice. Like I said, I’m okay alone but there is a certain joy that comes with sharing your day with somebody special.
I don’t need all the bells and whistles of chair and door holding, although it is nice, but I will tell you, when a man subconsciously walks on the outside of the sidewalk (closest to the street), because that’s what a gentleman does…well that’s just cute. For me, it’s those little acts, acts that most people may not even notice, that slay me. Loving these things does not make me any less a strong woman. And, stroking a mans ego by asking for help with something I could manage on my own isn’t weak. Let him hang that picture or check your tires air pressure. Make sure he knows that his strength, his “protector” capabilities are needed and appreciated, because that’s the way he shows you he loves you, and that’s how you can show him you love him in a way he’ll understand. It’s important he feels invaluable to me, because he is, in so many way’s he’ll never understand or appreciate.
I love to give my man backrubs. I love to give my man space (Hey, I need my own too!). I love to do things he loves to do, like watch a sports game, go shooting, go fishing; mostly because I love these things are well. It's important for him to know you desire him. Send him a sexual text randomly in the middle of the day so he knows you can't wait until he gets home to you. Kiss him unexpectantly. Initiate love making. Praise, sex, and beer...it's simple ladies! I love to make him happy…because let’s face it…if he is happy…so are we.
I think if more women remembered this and got off their high horse they’d be a whole lot happier. Relationships would be more stable and men would feel fulfilled and less likely to cheat…but that’s just my highly un-expert or research based opinion.
Strong women are sexy; don’t give that up; just know how to make him feel like your world. Men are, in my opinion, just larger sized boys who still want and seek approval from the women in their life. A “Baby, what would I do without you.” lets them know how much we love them. No harm done to us ladies.
Début de l'événement
20.03.2024
Fin de l'événement
20.03.2024
Indecision
Description
We Lived Separate Lives
We Were Living Like Roommates
The Real Reason You Haven't Found Your Perfect Partner
Why Aren't You Married? Facing Your Love Alibi
Ever Have A False Positive In Dating?
When Love Manifestation Turns Into Mani-Frustration
Are You Discounting Yourself In Love?
Ordering Love Like A Latte
Looking For A Quick Fix For Your Love Life?
Impatient for Mr. Right?
I am at an impasse. See, the beauty of this blog is that no one knows who I am. So I can rant about dating disasters or wax poetic about my latest crush. Freely even, because they’ll never know. So what then happens if I meet someone as an indirect result of it? I mean, you know, someone who reads the blog?
See, if I go on about developing a school girl crush on him, he’ll know. And if I get the slightest bit optimistic, he’ll see me breaking all my rules. And if I end up being kind of excited about a new possibility, he’ll know I’m not as guarded as I seem.
It breaks all the rules in more ways than one. I have never attempted to use the qualifier “too” so often when describing one person. Too young, too far away, too impossible… and yet. Last night for the first time in I can’t even remember how long (except I can and the truth is even worse) I stayed up way too late talking on the phone just hoping not to hang up yet. And when we finally did, I may have seen him in my dreams.
So he asked what I would call him here and I said I didn’t know. I still don’t. Like I said, I’m at an impasse.
We Were Living Like Roommates
The Real Reason You Haven't Found Your Perfect Partner
Why Aren't You Married? Facing Your Love Alibi
Ever Have A False Positive In Dating?
When Love Manifestation Turns Into Mani-Frustration
Are You Discounting Yourself In Love?
Ordering Love Like A Latte
Looking For A Quick Fix For Your Love Life?
Impatient for Mr. Right?
I am at an impasse. See, the beauty of this blog is that no one knows who I am. So I can rant about dating disasters or wax poetic about my latest crush. Freely even, because they’ll never know. So what then happens if I meet someone as an indirect result of it? I mean, you know, someone who reads the blog?
See, if I go on about developing a school girl crush on him, he’ll know. And if I get the slightest bit optimistic, he’ll see me breaking all my rules. And if I end up being kind of excited about a new possibility, he’ll know I’m not as guarded as I seem.
It breaks all the rules in more ways than one. I have never attempted to use the qualifier “too” so often when describing one person. Too young, too far away, too impossible… and yet. Last night for the first time in I can’t even remember how long (except I can and the truth is even worse) I stayed up way too late talking on the phone just hoping not to hang up yet. And when we finally did, I may have seen him in my dreams.
So he asked what I would call him here and I said I didn’t know. I still don’t. Like I said, I’m at an impasse.
Début de l'événement
15.04.2023
Fin de l'événement
15.04.2023
Is It Really About Haiti, Or Is It About PTSD And Sexual Assault?
Description
Why Is Self-Esteem Important For Dating?
Top Free and Paid Online Dating Websites
Seizing New Dating Opportunities
The Perfect Movie Date at Home
Single Men Don’t Have Body Image Issues
What Makes a Good Man or a Good Woman?
Equating ‘Sexuality’ with Male Sexuality
Why in the World Would I Ever Get Married?
How Jealousy Can Work For Us
The Catalano Generation is Revolutionizing Dating
Mexico City's Short-Term Marriage Proposal
Even in Relationship You’re All Alone
I Lack the Commitment Gene
Stop Crying and Be a Man
After the piece by reporter Mac McClelland – who used violent sex to move past her PTSD – came out a couple of weeks ago, a barrage of replies hit the web. Of course.
Not in support of the author’s personal experience (even though that’s what the piece was about). Nor in acknowledgment of how far-reaching that PTSD is, and how many people are probably walking around with it post-earthquake, or assault, or stint in the US Army. Nor discussing how sexual assault is still so damn rampant in all parts of the world, and what are we doing to change that.
Of course.
Instead, a bunch of female – yes, female – journalists wrote into Jezebel about their disdain for the horrible way that McClelland portrayed Haiti; like it was hell on earth. Like all she did with her essay was provide soil to the minions fervently planting their master’s ideas about this “backward” place.
Not only did they completely miss the point, in my opinion, but they changed the conversation about what it should be about – PTSD and sexual violence – and put a lens on it that most moderately intelligent people (and seriously, most people reading GOOD are going to be) weren’t originally peering through.
Thank God Roxane Gay at The Rumpus got it, and explained it much better than I can. Go read her piece, Still with the Scarlet Letters, but only after you read the Jezebel piece.
And let us know what you think.
Top Free and Paid Online Dating Websites
Seizing New Dating Opportunities
The Perfect Movie Date at Home
Single Men Don’t Have Body Image Issues
What Makes a Good Man or a Good Woman?
Equating ‘Sexuality’ with Male Sexuality
Why in the World Would I Ever Get Married?
How Jealousy Can Work For Us
The Catalano Generation is Revolutionizing Dating
Mexico City's Short-Term Marriage Proposal
Even in Relationship You’re All Alone
I Lack the Commitment Gene
Stop Crying and Be a Man
After the piece by reporter Mac McClelland – who used violent sex to move past her PTSD – came out a couple of weeks ago, a barrage of replies hit the web. Of course.
Not in support of the author’s personal experience (even though that’s what the piece was about). Nor in acknowledgment of how far-reaching that PTSD is, and how many people are probably walking around with it post-earthquake, or assault, or stint in the US Army. Nor discussing how sexual assault is still so damn rampant in all parts of the world, and what are we doing to change that.
Of course.
Instead, a bunch of female – yes, female – journalists wrote into Jezebel about their disdain for the horrible way that McClelland portrayed Haiti; like it was hell on earth. Like all she did with her essay was provide soil to the minions fervently planting their master’s ideas about this “backward” place.
Not only did they completely miss the point, in my opinion, but they changed the conversation about what it should be about – PTSD and sexual violence – and put a lens on it that most moderately intelligent people (and seriously, most people reading GOOD are going to be) weren’t originally peering through.
Thank God Roxane Gay at The Rumpus got it, and explained it much better than I can. Go read her piece, Still with the Scarlet Letters, but only after you read the Jezebel piece.
And let us know what you think.
Début de l'événement
10.01.2022
Fin de l'événement
10.01.2022
I Try To Get My Friend Laid, And I Blow It With My Girl…
Description
Do You Reveal Too Much About Your Relationship?
Be Yourself: The Truth About Authentic Dating
Why So Many Relationships End at 90 Days
There really are NO BAD DATES!
How The Law of Attraction Can Help You Find Love
A Dude Diner’s Doctrine
Soundtrax To Your Life: Pre-Date Tunes
Ms. Awesome’s Advice for Men
Bad Relationships Aren’t Investments
How To Get A One Nite Stand Out Of Your Apartment
“Desperation is like stealing from the Mafia: you stand a good chance of attracting the wrong attention.” Doug Horton
A quick run down with Ghetto Club:
I thought I had her right where I wanted her. I thought I was pretty close to collecting her soul.
I failed the shit test the night we met to eat and I didn’t pay. ”We’re not having sex tonight” Gmac was the only one that picked up on that in the comments.
The next two days were solid text messages – her calling me “dear”, agreeing to rub my feet after a long day, etc.
Then, that Friday, she called me wanting to hang out. I said I’d call her back because I was busy. I called her back – at 2am, when I was leaving the club – for a booty call. She was also leaving the club on another side of town. I offered to come pick her up – she gave me a bunch of logistical excuses like she drove, Third Wheel rode with her, etc. Failed attempt. She texted me when she got home to let me know she got home and to say goodnight – I didn’t respond.
The next day, Saturday – she returns the favor, and calls me at 2am. I was at a bar talking to two chicks and don’t answer. But, then I call her back thinking maybe she wants a booty call. I should’ve known better. She had just gotten home from work and was “already in bed” and “just wanted to check up on [me].” She complains about me not texting her back the night before.
Then, the disastrous phone call.
I put her on ice for a week. Let her chill. No communication.
I pop back up the next week, text game. She hits me with a “Ooo I’m surprised you remember [me]” text. I ignore it, change the frame.
I meet up with her the next day, a Monday, in the park, I bring her some Polish food that my mother had cooked, because she’d never eaten Polish food before. We hang out in the park and walk around, then walk around the mall a bit. She wants to shop for a jacket for when she goes to London next month, but I don’t let her. Back at the car, she shows me her new tattoo. We kiss and leave.
I call her Wednesday night and talk shortly while I’m picking up a coffee at Starbucks to study. Nothing special, just usual normal conversation.
At some point, I start having desperation type thoughts. Crush type thoughts, Spaghetti type thoughts. Everything she does starts to elicit emotional reactions in my head – more importantly what she doesn’t do. She’s not texting me anymore. She used to hit me up all of the time, then I complained about it, and she hasn’t started a text conversation since. It did annoy me, I thought I wanted space. Now that she doesn’t do it, I miss it. Am I crazy?
She calls me Thursday night. I miss the call.
It’s now been three weeks since we last had sex. We’ve only seen each other twice in the past three weeks – the date where I didn’t pay, and the Polish food in the park. I feel like I need to fuck her again – for various reasons.
I realize I’m lazy. In the past when we’ve fucked, it’s been after dates, such as concerts and parties, long, we’ve spent a couple hours having fun together dates and then ravaged each other at the end. Now, I’ve just been hitting her up when I’m horny and expect her to jump at the chance to come over and fuck me – she doesn’t jump at such a chance, I’m learning.
For some reason, I still try this again – or at least that’s the plan. I have to work from 10pm to 2am Saturday night. I want to chill with her and fuck her after that. Maybe if I call her in the afternoon and set it up and destroy the logistical problems early I can make it happen?
I call her, she says she can’t hang out tonight, because’s volunteering at a festival downtown at 7pm. Her and Third Wheel, and then Third Wheel is spending the night at her house. I tell her she should get rid of Third Wheel later and come hang out with me, she laughs, “I can’t! She’s staying at my house!”
She calls me back like 5 minutes later – “Oh, well [Third Wheel] and [Fiasco] were supposed to be hanging out tonight anyway, but she didn’t text him back because she knew she’d be with me and she didn’t know if she could hang out with him – maybe we can all do something together?” “Oh, well, I’m working tonight, doing [blah blah blah].” “Oh.” ”But, let me call [Fiasco] and see what’s up.”
So, yeah… Fiasco has been texting/talking to Third Wheel lately. She’s very pretty with DD breasts. He wants to fuck her. He hasn’t hung out with her yet, it’s just been texts.
I call Fiasco. He says something like “Yeah, I was going to take her to the movies or something.” First date? Movies? I don’t like it, but I tell him what’s up and that I’m working from 10pm until 2am. I mention that maybe they could come up to where I’m working, and he could come up there and take Third Wheel somewhere else, then Ghetto Club could just chill with me at work.
I’m working out now, but I try to set something up… first I text shoot ideas back and forth with Fiasco.
Me, 3:14 pm: We might could take these hoes to an after-hours club….
Fiasco, 3:16 pm: [Third Wheel] is 20 tho
Me, 3:34 pm: You can get in after-hours spots at 18. They don’t even serve alcohol.
I start to think. It doesn’t matter what we do. I think my intial idea of getting them over and then Fiasco and Third Wheel going somewhere else and doing something else is a good idea. Based on the phone conversation I had with Fiasco, I thought he was on board with such an idea. He could take one chick on a date, and I could just be chilling with my chick – drink with here and spend some time with her while I’m working and making money.
I feel like it’s a solid plan.
I text Ghetto Club,
Me, 4:14 pm: What time yall volunteering shift end?
Her, 4:15 pm: I’m headin over there now and we won’t be done til like 10
Me, 4:17 pm: Alright. Just come [to where I'm working] after that. I’ll be in there working, [details], but [Fiasco] will stop thru too.
Her, 4:23 pm: Ok
So, it’s set up…..
I text Fiasco to let him know it’s on….
Me, 4:30 pm: They gone slide thru [my work] like 1130 or so [I made up the time, I thought they'd take awhile to get there after getting off of volunteering at 10.]
Fiasco, 4:39 pm: I wasn’t tyna kick it as a group
Me, 4:53 pm: Yeah, I know, that’s why I think you can take [Third Wheel] somewhere.. on like a late date. It really don’t matter where, just come up with a plan
Fiasco, 4:54 pm: U said they are coming together at 11 30..that deaded any plans I could have
Fiasco, 4:56 pm: Don’t take any of this wrong..im not tryna do the group thing tho..ill deal with it tho
Me, 5:04 pm: Theyre both working until 10 anyway… that’s why [Third Wheel] didn’t hit u back cuz she ain’t know if she could hang with you.
Me, 5:05 pm: How is chillin at 1130 deading plans? There’s plenty shit you could do – its a Saturday night in [city details]
Fiasco, 5:07 pm: I just don’t like u intervening, “theyre coming at 11 30″ I don’t like that
Fiasco, 5:08 pm: I know its stuff u could do at 11 30
Me, 5:11 pm: Intervening? I called you before I did it and talked to you about it…
Me, 5:12 pm: Bro, you gotta be more chill. I’m not tryna be a dick, but damn [Fiasco] everytime I do something to try to help you out you take shit the wrong way
Fiasco, 5:12 pm: Nvmnd..it would be better talk in person
Fiasco, 5:14 pm: Im an only child.. who had no father figure..so pardon me if I don’t want advice from someone my age..I am chill.. I just like doin my own thing.. like u already fucking with [ghetto club], it just seemed like intervening. U said u was gone be [working], I never said I wanted to double date
Fiasco, 5:16 pm: That’s why im usually so private with stuff
Fiasco, 5:22 pm: I don’t think ur being a dick..u just don’t understand me
Me, 5:31 pm: We have communication issues lol. I actually thought I explained my thought process when I was on the phone with you. Anyway yeah just me on the phone or we’ll catch up in person and chop it up cuz texting ain’t the way to go right now
Fiasco, 5:31 pm: Its cool
So, whatever… I take a nap, chill out a bit, and then at 10:00 I’m headed out the door.
I see a text from Ghetto Club,
Her, 9:41 pm: U at [where I'm working]
Me, 10:02 pm: Naw, not yet. I’ll be there in like 30 min…
And, here comes the flake….
Her, 10:40 pm: Ok well we gonna go hang out with some friends. Ttyl
Bad planning on my part. No times were exchanged. I was thinking her getting off of volunteering around 10 meant she wouldn’t be around until later, like 11:30. I wasn’t even planning on being up there until 10, and I knew I’d be late, so I knew 10:30 was more realistic. Looks like she texted me at 9:40 trying to see me, and then an hour later, decided to not wait around and make other plans.
Sucks.
She’s never flaked on me before for anything, so it pisses me off. Not gonna lie.
I just go to work and do what I was normally going to do anyway. I start drinking vodka and water, because it just taste like straight water to me and with a double shot in each glass, I’ll get drunk pretty quickly. My night is shot anyway.
I start to wonder what’s going to happen when Fiasco shows up at 11:30 to date Third Wheel. I get pissed of at Ghetto Club again for this.
Fiasco texts me,
Fiasco, 11:04 pm: I got a radiator leak ..
Fiasco, 11:26 pm: What yall doing?
I tell him that a friend of ours and a chick from high school are up here and I’m hanging out with them
Nothing special there, but he never shows up. I start thinking maybe he called Third Wheel and agreed to not meet her tonight. Which would’ve forced her to be a third wheel again when Ghetto Club was with her – could’ve lead to this flakery going on…
I text him later… once I’m drunk.
Me, 1:12 am: Have you talked to [Third Wheel] today?
Me, 1:13 am: I don’t even know what I’m allowed to say and not say to these hoes… please fill me
Fiasco, 1:17 am: Bro It Doesn’t Matter Lol We Can Talk About It Tomorrow
Me, 1:21 am: Have you talked to her today? I don’t even know what she knows/don’t knows
Fiasco, 1:27 am: Yea we talked
Me, 1:33 am: You said you wasn’t tryin a chill tongiht? Basically, I’ m just tryna find out why [Ghetto Club] being a bitch to me…
Oh yeah… that… I got drunk, and I was high already, and I was hungry. So, like a dumbass I couldn’t leave Ghetto Club alone. I texted her back:
Me, 12:44 am: I’ m hungry. Bring me some food.
Her, 12:45 am: ….. Ummmm Ill think about it.
Me, 12:47 am: Less thinking. More doing.
Her, 12:48 am: Naaa
Me, 12:52 am: Wrong answer
Her, 12:52 am: :)
Me, 12:55 am: For real girl. I’m [at place] working, so I can’t leave and I’m really hungry
Her, 12:56 am: I’m goin home boy [At the time I wasn't sure what this meant, I thought it meant "I'm goin" and then she was calling me "homeboy". Was she possibly about to buy me food? Now, I read it and realize it probably just means "I'm goin home" and she's calling me "boy". Yes, I feel stupid... but whatever...]
Me, 12:57 am: Translate. ”I’m goin home boy”… I have no idea what that means…
Her, 12:58 am: … Do the math.
Me, 1:00 am: Had two tests today…. no more math…
Her, 1:00 am: Ye ayea
Me, 1:02 am: [Fast food place], please. [Meal I want]
Her, 1:03 am: No tengo dinero
Me, 1:07 am: I’ll pay you back [At this point, I really was just trying to get some food and couldn't leave right then - I was honestly hungry as shit.]
Her, 1:25 am: Lol how ima buy something when I don’t have money?
Me, 1:33 am: You losing points right now [Ghetto Club]. [I was actually starting to get pissed. Well, no, scratch that, I'd been pissed at her ever since she flaked, but I try to frame in a lighter way than me being emotional and actually pissed off]
Me, 1:46 am: I’m drunk, high, and hungry….
Her, 1:47 am: Nobody told u to be drunk high n hungry
Her, 1:47 am: Lol
[At this point, I say fuck it, I'm just going to amuse myself and play the one word game. I'll just keep saying random shit until she stops responding.]
Me, 1:57 am: Firetruck
Her, 1:57 am: What
Me, 1:59 am: Australia
Her, 1:59 am: …
Me, 2:03 am: Hovercraft
Her, 2:03 am: No more drinking or drugs for u
Me, 2:05 am: Lawn mower
And, that was it. She didn’t respond after that, so I left it alone. At almost 4:00 am, I’m finally leaving, and guess who shows up?
Fiasco. Drunk as shit. Tries to shake my hand and misses. I’ve sobered up a bit at this point. I’m just looking at him, he’s rambling…. “yeah bro…. I talked to her bro… we agreed to just hang out tomorrow… she wasn’t trying to do the group thing either…. I didn’t think you were a dick bro… text messages…. bad form of communication… i could be calm, talking to you like I am now… and you could think I’m yelling at the top of my lungs…. “
I acknowledge him and just say, “alright bro”, but I’m actually kind of pissed at him too.
I go home and pass out.
At 4:53 am, I awake to the sound of my phone ringing. It’s Ghetto Club calling me. What the fuck does she want?
I answer and hang up, and go back to sleep.
I have no idea where I’m at now with this girl. I feel like my game is faltering. There’s a desparation to want to see her, because I haven’t seen her much lately. There’s a desperation to fuck her again, because I haven’t fucked her in three weeks. But, I think I’m going about it wrong. Like I said, we’ve only fucked after long, fun dates – no just spur of the moment, “come get this dick” type of shit. She doesn’t go for that – I’ve tried. Too many times now, probably. Although, I wonder if her calling me at 5am was a booty call? I have no idea…
Her twitter feed from that night shows the following three messages at around 5am:
Tweet #1: He so fineeee. I wanna ride his faceeee
Tweet #2: Lol I didn’t know life was full of soo many complications or that I was rude :/ damn. Reality = not great!
Tweet #3: White people are f-ing weird
Could they all be referencing me? Possibly. I don’t even know. I never called her rude though – I did answer and hang up on her. Then, again who knows what she did, where she went, how drunk she got, or what her night entailed. I sure don’t.
I’ll all over the place with this girl – part of me wants an LTR, part of me wants to just walk away.
Part of me wants an LTR for the sole purpose of working on my LTR game.
Part of me enjoys the female affection one gets from an LTR type of scenario.
Part of me doesn’t think this chick deserves me to take her on any dates right now after all of the complaining and then this flake.
Part of me thinks I completely fucked this up.
Part of me thinks I’m still good.
Part of me thinks I should stop stalking her Twitter feed whenever I want to know what’s going on with her – she doesn’t even know I know her screen name.
Part of me loves the ego boosts when I know a tweet is about me.
Part of me hates the ambiguity when I start to feel weird jealousy shit like a tweet may be about another guy.
Part of me thinks I can/should try to attempt to LTR her as an open relationship and go completely honest and tell her that I’m fucking other girls and she’s free to fuck other guys, but I’m willing to consider her my main chick. And, actually be honest about building/managing my harem
I thought I was pretty close to collecting her soul three weeks ago.
I have no idea where I am with her now.
Be Yourself: The Truth About Authentic Dating
Why So Many Relationships End at 90 Days
There really are NO BAD DATES!
How The Law of Attraction Can Help You Find Love
A Dude Diner’s Doctrine
Soundtrax To Your Life: Pre-Date Tunes
Ms. Awesome’s Advice for Men
Bad Relationships Aren’t Investments
How To Get A One Nite Stand Out Of Your Apartment
“Desperation is like stealing from the Mafia: you stand a good chance of attracting the wrong attention.” Doug Horton
A quick run down with Ghetto Club:
I thought I had her right where I wanted her. I thought I was pretty close to collecting her soul.
I failed the shit test the night we met to eat and I didn’t pay. ”We’re not having sex tonight” Gmac was the only one that picked up on that in the comments.
The next two days were solid text messages – her calling me “dear”, agreeing to rub my feet after a long day, etc.
Then, that Friday, she called me wanting to hang out. I said I’d call her back because I was busy. I called her back – at 2am, when I was leaving the club – for a booty call. She was also leaving the club on another side of town. I offered to come pick her up – she gave me a bunch of logistical excuses like she drove, Third Wheel rode with her, etc. Failed attempt. She texted me when she got home to let me know she got home and to say goodnight – I didn’t respond.
The next day, Saturday – she returns the favor, and calls me at 2am. I was at a bar talking to two chicks and don’t answer. But, then I call her back thinking maybe she wants a booty call. I should’ve known better. She had just gotten home from work and was “already in bed” and “just wanted to check up on [me].” She complains about me not texting her back the night before.
Then, the disastrous phone call.
I put her on ice for a week. Let her chill. No communication.
I pop back up the next week, text game. She hits me with a “Ooo I’m surprised you remember [me]” text. I ignore it, change the frame.
I meet up with her the next day, a Monday, in the park, I bring her some Polish food that my mother had cooked, because she’d never eaten Polish food before. We hang out in the park and walk around, then walk around the mall a bit. She wants to shop for a jacket for when she goes to London next month, but I don’t let her. Back at the car, she shows me her new tattoo. We kiss and leave.
I call her Wednesday night and talk shortly while I’m picking up a coffee at Starbucks to study. Nothing special, just usual normal conversation.
At some point, I start having desperation type thoughts. Crush type thoughts, Spaghetti type thoughts. Everything she does starts to elicit emotional reactions in my head – more importantly what she doesn’t do. She’s not texting me anymore. She used to hit me up all of the time, then I complained about it, and she hasn’t started a text conversation since. It did annoy me, I thought I wanted space. Now that she doesn’t do it, I miss it. Am I crazy?
She calls me Thursday night. I miss the call.
It’s now been three weeks since we last had sex. We’ve only seen each other twice in the past three weeks – the date where I didn’t pay, and the Polish food in the park. I feel like I need to fuck her again – for various reasons.
I realize I’m lazy. In the past when we’ve fucked, it’s been after dates, such as concerts and parties, long, we’ve spent a couple hours having fun together dates and then ravaged each other at the end. Now, I’ve just been hitting her up when I’m horny and expect her to jump at the chance to come over and fuck me – she doesn’t jump at such a chance, I’m learning.
For some reason, I still try this again – or at least that’s the plan. I have to work from 10pm to 2am Saturday night. I want to chill with her and fuck her after that. Maybe if I call her in the afternoon and set it up and destroy the logistical problems early I can make it happen?
I call her, she says she can’t hang out tonight, because’s volunteering at a festival downtown at 7pm. Her and Third Wheel, and then Third Wheel is spending the night at her house. I tell her she should get rid of Third Wheel later and come hang out with me, she laughs, “I can’t! She’s staying at my house!”
She calls me back like 5 minutes later – “Oh, well [Third Wheel] and [Fiasco] were supposed to be hanging out tonight anyway, but she didn’t text him back because she knew she’d be with me and she didn’t know if she could hang out with him – maybe we can all do something together?” “Oh, well, I’m working tonight, doing [blah blah blah].” “Oh.” ”But, let me call [Fiasco] and see what’s up.”
So, yeah… Fiasco has been texting/talking to Third Wheel lately. She’s very pretty with DD breasts. He wants to fuck her. He hasn’t hung out with her yet, it’s just been texts.
I call Fiasco. He says something like “Yeah, I was going to take her to the movies or something.” First date? Movies? I don’t like it, but I tell him what’s up and that I’m working from 10pm until 2am. I mention that maybe they could come up to where I’m working, and he could come up there and take Third Wheel somewhere else, then Ghetto Club could just chill with me at work.
I’m working out now, but I try to set something up… first I text shoot ideas back and forth with Fiasco.
Me, 3:14 pm: We might could take these hoes to an after-hours club….
Fiasco, 3:16 pm: [Third Wheel] is 20 tho
Me, 3:34 pm: You can get in after-hours spots at 18. They don’t even serve alcohol.
I start to think. It doesn’t matter what we do. I think my intial idea of getting them over and then Fiasco and Third Wheel going somewhere else and doing something else is a good idea. Based on the phone conversation I had with Fiasco, I thought he was on board with such an idea. He could take one chick on a date, and I could just be chilling with my chick – drink with here and spend some time with her while I’m working and making money.
I feel like it’s a solid plan.
I text Ghetto Club,
Me, 4:14 pm: What time yall volunteering shift end?
Her, 4:15 pm: I’m headin over there now and we won’t be done til like 10
Me, 4:17 pm: Alright. Just come [to where I'm working] after that. I’ll be in there working, [details], but [Fiasco] will stop thru too.
Her, 4:23 pm: Ok
So, it’s set up…..
I text Fiasco to let him know it’s on….
Me, 4:30 pm: They gone slide thru [my work] like 1130 or so [I made up the time, I thought they'd take awhile to get there after getting off of volunteering at 10.]
Fiasco, 4:39 pm: I wasn’t tyna kick it as a group
Me, 4:53 pm: Yeah, I know, that’s why I think you can take [Third Wheel] somewhere.. on like a late date. It really don’t matter where, just come up with a plan
Fiasco, 4:54 pm: U said they are coming together at 11 30..that deaded any plans I could have
Fiasco, 4:56 pm: Don’t take any of this wrong..im not tryna do the group thing tho..ill deal with it tho
Me, 5:04 pm: Theyre both working until 10 anyway… that’s why [Third Wheel] didn’t hit u back cuz she ain’t know if she could hang with you.
Me, 5:05 pm: How is chillin at 1130 deading plans? There’s plenty shit you could do – its a Saturday night in [city details]
Fiasco, 5:07 pm: I just don’t like u intervening, “theyre coming at 11 30″ I don’t like that
Fiasco, 5:08 pm: I know its stuff u could do at 11 30
Me, 5:11 pm: Intervening? I called you before I did it and talked to you about it…
Me, 5:12 pm: Bro, you gotta be more chill. I’m not tryna be a dick, but damn [Fiasco] everytime I do something to try to help you out you take shit the wrong way
Fiasco, 5:12 pm: Nvmnd..it would be better talk in person
Fiasco, 5:14 pm: Im an only child.. who had no father figure..so pardon me if I don’t want advice from someone my age..I am chill.. I just like doin my own thing.. like u already fucking with [ghetto club], it just seemed like intervening. U said u was gone be [working], I never said I wanted to double date
Fiasco, 5:16 pm: That’s why im usually so private with stuff
Fiasco, 5:22 pm: I don’t think ur being a dick..u just don’t understand me
Me, 5:31 pm: We have communication issues lol. I actually thought I explained my thought process when I was on the phone with you. Anyway yeah just me on the phone or we’ll catch up in person and chop it up cuz texting ain’t the way to go right now
Fiasco, 5:31 pm: Its cool
So, whatever… I take a nap, chill out a bit, and then at 10:00 I’m headed out the door.
I see a text from Ghetto Club,
Her, 9:41 pm: U at [where I'm working]
Me, 10:02 pm: Naw, not yet. I’ll be there in like 30 min…
And, here comes the flake….
Her, 10:40 pm: Ok well we gonna go hang out with some friends. Ttyl
Bad planning on my part. No times were exchanged. I was thinking her getting off of volunteering around 10 meant she wouldn’t be around until later, like 11:30. I wasn’t even planning on being up there until 10, and I knew I’d be late, so I knew 10:30 was more realistic. Looks like she texted me at 9:40 trying to see me, and then an hour later, decided to not wait around and make other plans.
Sucks.
She’s never flaked on me before for anything, so it pisses me off. Not gonna lie.
I just go to work and do what I was normally going to do anyway. I start drinking vodka and water, because it just taste like straight water to me and with a double shot in each glass, I’ll get drunk pretty quickly. My night is shot anyway.
I start to wonder what’s going to happen when Fiasco shows up at 11:30 to date Third Wheel. I get pissed of at Ghetto Club again for this.
Fiasco texts me,
Fiasco, 11:04 pm: I got a radiator leak ..
Fiasco, 11:26 pm: What yall doing?
I tell him that a friend of ours and a chick from high school are up here and I’m hanging out with them
Nothing special there, but he never shows up. I start thinking maybe he called Third Wheel and agreed to not meet her tonight. Which would’ve forced her to be a third wheel again when Ghetto Club was with her – could’ve lead to this flakery going on…
I text him later… once I’m drunk.
Me, 1:12 am: Have you talked to [Third Wheel] today?
Me, 1:13 am: I don’t even know what I’m allowed to say and not say to these hoes… please fill me
Fiasco, 1:17 am: Bro It Doesn’t Matter Lol We Can Talk About It Tomorrow
Me, 1:21 am: Have you talked to her today? I don’t even know what she knows/don’t knows
Fiasco, 1:27 am: Yea we talked
Me, 1:33 am: You said you wasn’t tryin a chill tongiht? Basically, I’ m just tryna find out why [Ghetto Club] being a bitch to me…
Oh yeah… that… I got drunk, and I was high already, and I was hungry. So, like a dumbass I couldn’t leave Ghetto Club alone. I texted her back:
Me, 12:44 am: I’ m hungry. Bring me some food.
Her, 12:45 am: ….. Ummmm Ill think about it.
Me, 12:47 am: Less thinking. More doing.
Her, 12:48 am: Naaa
Me, 12:52 am: Wrong answer
Her, 12:52 am: :)
Me, 12:55 am: For real girl. I’m [at place] working, so I can’t leave and I’m really hungry
Her, 12:56 am: I’m goin home boy [At the time I wasn't sure what this meant, I thought it meant "I'm goin" and then she was calling me "homeboy". Was she possibly about to buy me food? Now, I read it and realize it probably just means "I'm goin home" and she's calling me "boy". Yes, I feel stupid... but whatever...]
Me, 12:57 am: Translate. ”I’m goin home boy”… I have no idea what that means…
Her, 12:58 am: … Do the math.
Me, 1:00 am: Had two tests today…. no more math…
Her, 1:00 am: Ye ayea
Me, 1:02 am: [Fast food place], please. [Meal I want]
Her, 1:03 am: No tengo dinero
Me, 1:07 am: I’ll pay you back [At this point, I really was just trying to get some food and couldn't leave right then - I was honestly hungry as shit.]
Her, 1:25 am: Lol how ima buy something when I don’t have money?
Me, 1:33 am: You losing points right now [Ghetto Club]. [I was actually starting to get pissed. Well, no, scratch that, I'd been pissed at her ever since she flaked, but I try to frame in a lighter way than me being emotional and actually pissed off]
Me, 1:46 am: I’m drunk, high, and hungry….
Her, 1:47 am: Nobody told u to be drunk high n hungry
Her, 1:47 am: Lol
[At this point, I say fuck it, I'm just going to amuse myself and play the one word game. I'll just keep saying random shit until she stops responding.]
Me, 1:57 am: Firetruck
Her, 1:57 am: What
Me, 1:59 am: Australia
Her, 1:59 am: …
Me, 2:03 am: Hovercraft
Her, 2:03 am: No more drinking or drugs for u
Me, 2:05 am: Lawn mower
And, that was it. She didn’t respond after that, so I left it alone. At almost 4:00 am, I’m finally leaving, and guess who shows up?
Fiasco. Drunk as shit. Tries to shake my hand and misses. I’ve sobered up a bit at this point. I’m just looking at him, he’s rambling…. “yeah bro…. I talked to her bro… we agreed to just hang out tomorrow… she wasn’t trying to do the group thing either…. I didn’t think you were a dick bro… text messages…. bad form of communication… i could be calm, talking to you like I am now… and you could think I’m yelling at the top of my lungs…. “
I acknowledge him and just say, “alright bro”, but I’m actually kind of pissed at him too.
I go home and pass out.
At 4:53 am, I awake to the sound of my phone ringing. It’s Ghetto Club calling me. What the fuck does she want?
I answer and hang up, and go back to sleep.
I have no idea where I’m at now with this girl. I feel like my game is faltering. There’s a desparation to want to see her, because I haven’t seen her much lately. There’s a desperation to fuck her again, because I haven’t fucked her in three weeks. But, I think I’m going about it wrong. Like I said, we’ve only fucked after long, fun dates – no just spur of the moment, “come get this dick” type of shit. She doesn’t go for that – I’ve tried. Too many times now, probably. Although, I wonder if her calling me at 5am was a booty call? I have no idea…
Her twitter feed from that night shows the following three messages at around 5am:
Tweet #1: He so fineeee. I wanna ride his faceeee
Tweet #2: Lol I didn’t know life was full of soo many complications or that I was rude :/ damn. Reality = not great!
Tweet #3: White people are f-ing weird
Could they all be referencing me? Possibly. I don’t even know. I never called her rude though – I did answer and hang up on her. Then, again who knows what she did, where she went, how drunk she got, or what her night entailed. I sure don’t.
I’ll all over the place with this girl – part of me wants an LTR, part of me wants to just walk away.
Part of me wants an LTR for the sole purpose of working on my LTR game.
Part of me enjoys the female affection one gets from an LTR type of scenario.
Part of me doesn’t think this chick deserves me to take her on any dates right now after all of the complaining and then this flake.
Part of me thinks I completely fucked this up.
Part of me thinks I’m still good.
Part of me thinks I should stop stalking her Twitter feed whenever I want to know what’s going on with her – she doesn’t even know I know her screen name.
Part of me loves the ego boosts when I know a tweet is about me.
Part of me hates the ambiguity when I start to feel weird jealousy shit like a tweet may be about another guy.
Part of me thinks I can/should try to attempt to LTR her as an open relationship and go completely honest and tell her that I’m fucking other girls and she’s free to fuck other guys, but I’m willing to consider her my main chick. And, actually be honest about building/managing my harem
I thought I was pretty close to collecting her soul three weeks ago.
I have no idea where I am with her now.
Début de l'événement
31.01.2025
Fin de l'événement
31.01.2025
Most Awkward Night Ever
Description
Can You Date A Younger Man?
The Qualities Of A Good Make Out Buddy
When Guys Should Pay On A Date And Why
Playing Games When Dating
How to Hit on Someone via Facebook
What Not To Say On A First Date?
Why Hasn't He Called and What Should I Do About It?
Getting Prepped for a First Date
Defriending Your Ex On Facebook
It is possible there have been other awkward nights in the history of the world, but I am fairly certain that none have been THIS awkward. Please, allow me to elaborate and then you tell me if this wins the most awkward night ever award.
So this afternoon I get a text from Mr. Cute but Whiny’s friend asking me what I was up to for the evening. I find this strange because after he kissed me and asked me to lunch, I never heard from him again. I’ve been assuming that Mr. Cute but Whiny made him feel bad for hanging out with me because the friend stopped calling me right as the ex began trying to weasel his way back in. Anyway, we text back and forth and he informs me that he and my ex are going to the same bar my friends and I always go to. We figure, whatever, let’s still go.
So we arrive at the bar and Mr. Cute but Whiny goes, “Oh you must be here because you saw my foursquare check in!” Uh no. Self-centered much? I tell him I am here because his friend texted me and invited me. Awkward, but at least it shut him up for a minute.
Anywho, I am trying to talk to/flirt with the friend (but just for fun, as I am still a little peeved that he went so MIA) and as I am teasing him about the last time we hung out the ex goes, “Oh you mean the time you guys made out? Yea, he told me.” Um what! Awkward. Way to kiss and tell, friend. And way to call me out on it, ex. I turn bright red and quickly excuse myself.
Upon my return, the ex corners me and wants to talk about our friendship. Awkward. By this point, my friends have left me, and rightly so, as this is just too much drama. The conversation goes like this. Him: But I really want to be friends. Me: But I don’t. And back and forth for like 30 mins until I get interrupted by a text from another friend. She informs me that Mr. Not Quite Right is at a bar with her just a few feet away and that he looks like shit and that I should come meet them. My heart stops. This is the same Mr. Not Quite Right that I haven’t seen in almost a year. The one who I have zero contact with since he blocked me on FB. The one I have been dying to see and unsure of whether i would punch him or hug him. So I tell Mr. Cute but Whiny,” Ok, you want to be my friend? Then come to Bubs with me.” I explain the situation (he knows all about Mr. Not Quite Right) and so he says yes, we’ll go. Awkward, but useful.
So Mr. Cute but Whiny (aka Mr. CBW) agrees to play arm candy and we go up to the group where The Ex is. Mr. Not Quite Right doesn’t say anything at first as all of his friends are giving me hugs, and saying hi to Mr, CBW, whom most of them have met. The Ex is just staring at him (I am sure thinking who the eff is this guy??).
Side bar: I don’t think it is possible for two guys to look more different than these two. Picture this – Mr. CBW is preppy as per usj: wearing an argyle sweater and a pea coat and has super dark hair, and scruff. The Ex is much more casual – blonde, wearing flannel, jeans and a hat. AND he really needs a hair cut.
But I digress. So I say hi to The Ex and do the obligatory hug, and then introduce Mr. CBW. For as much as I hate him sometimes, homeboy played the part so well. He acted super cool, nice and friendly. Mission accomplished, Mr. CBW and I exit to go get a drink.
10 seconds later I decide to go back and talk to The Ex. I mean, hey, it has been a year and I have a lot to say. He is totally putting up walls at first but I break them down with my teasing and by telling him I fell on my butt during my kickball game that night. That he enjoys. After a bit of talking he asks if we can be friends (I’ve heard this before, sir) and so I respond, SURE if you un-block me on Facebook. We start to go down the whole, “well you did this and I did this awkward road,” but then I stop it. I realize, honestly, I just want to talk to him. So we end up talking for a little over an hour, just about everything. It was so wonderful and not at all awkward. Until…
Until, The Ex’s best friend comes up, interrupts us and goes, “You know I asked Cali out right? Like on a date?” (This is true and I turned him down). Of course, this gets The Ex riled up and he’s all upset at his bestie, “Why would you do that? You know we dated. That’s so not cool…” yada yada yada. I try and diffuse the situation but Mr. Not Quite Right has always been a jealous guy and it was getting awkward, fast. Then his bestie starts talking about how much he hates The Ex’s current girlfriend (so awkward for me but not a surprise. Every single one of his friends has told me how much they love and miss me) and I can see Mr. NQR just trying to keep his cool. His bestie keeps flaming the fire and at one point asks me to go home with him. Note, I have zero desire to do so, but apparently no one cares about what I want, and so then it turns into this whole big fight between them. Eventually they get so heated they leave and I take my super awkward self home.
So, what are my takeaways from this evening, you ask?
A. Hanging out with two exs in one night is hard. Especially if they are in the same place. Butttt also a little fun if one will play along.
B. Stay away from your ex’s friends. They cause drama and awkwardness. You + Ex’s friend = Bad things.
Lesson learned. So what do you think? Awkward night or what?
The Qualities Of A Good Make Out Buddy
When Guys Should Pay On A Date And Why
Playing Games When Dating
How to Hit on Someone via Facebook
What Not To Say On A First Date?
Why Hasn't He Called and What Should I Do About It?
Getting Prepped for a First Date
Defriending Your Ex On Facebook
It is possible there have been other awkward nights in the history of the world, but I am fairly certain that none have been THIS awkward. Please, allow me to elaborate and then you tell me if this wins the most awkward night ever award.
So this afternoon I get a text from Mr. Cute but Whiny’s friend asking me what I was up to for the evening. I find this strange because after he kissed me and asked me to lunch, I never heard from him again. I’ve been assuming that Mr. Cute but Whiny made him feel bad for hanging out with me because the friend stopped calling me right as the ex began trying to weasel his way back in. Anyway, we text back and forth and he informs me that he and my ex are going to the same bar my friends and I always go to. We figure, whatever, let’s still go.
So we arrive at the bar and Mr. Cute but Whiny goes, “Oh you must be here because you saw my foursquare check in!” Uh no. Self-centered much? I tell him I am here because his friend texted me and invited me. Awkward, but at least it shut him up for a minute.
Anywho, I am trying to talk to/flirt with the friend (but just for fun, as I am still a little peeved that he went so MIA) and as I am teasing him about the last time we hung out the ex goes, “Oh you mean the time you guys made out? Yea, he told me.” Um what! Awkward. Way to kiss and tell, friend. And way to call me out on it, ex. I turn bright red and quickly excuse myself.
Upon my return, the ex corners me and wants to talk about our friendship. Awkward. By this point, my friends have left me, and rightly so, as this is just too much drama. The conversation goes like this. Him: But I really want to be friends. Me: But I don’t. And back and forth for like 30 mins until I get interrupted by a text from another friend. She informs me that Mr. Not Quite Right is at a bar with her just a few feet away and that he looks like shit and that I should come meet them. My heart stops. This is the same Mr. Not Quite Right that I haven’t seen in almost a year. The one who I have zero contact with since he blocked me on FB. The one I have been dying to see and unsure of whether i would punch him or hug him. So I tell Mr. Cute but Whiny,” Ok, you want to be my friend? Then come to Bubs with me.” I explain the situation (he knows all about Mr. Not Quite Right) and so he says yes, we’ll go. Awkward, but useful.
So Mr. Cute but Whiny (aka Mr. CBW) agrees to play arm candy and we go up to the group where The Ex is. Mr. Not Quite Right doesn’t say anything at first as all of his friends are giving me hugs, and saying hi to Mr, CBW, whom most of them have met. The Ex is just staring at him (I am sure thinking who the eff is this guy??).
Side bar: I don’t think it is possible for two guys to look more different than these two. Picture this – Mr. CBW is preppy as per usj: wearing an argyle sweater and a pea coat and has super dark hair, and scruff. The Ex is much more casual – blonde, wearing flannel, jeans and a hat. AND he really needs a hair cut.
But I digress. So I say hi to The Ex and do the obligatory hug, and then introduce Mr. CBW. For as much as I hate him sometimes, homeboy played the part so well. He acted super cool, nice and friendly. Mission accomplished, Mr. CBW and I exit to go get a drink.
10 seconds later I decide to go back and talk to The Ex. I mean, hey, it has been a year and I have a lot to say. He is totally putting up walls at first but I break them down with my teasing and by telling him I fell on my butt during my kickball game that night. That he enjoys. After a bit of talking he asks if we can be friends (I’ve heard this before, sir) and so I respond, SURE if you un-block me on Facebook. We start to go down the whole, “well you did this and I did this awkward road,” but then I stop it. I realize, honestly, I just want to talk to him. So we end up talking for a little over an hour, just about everything. It was so wonderful and not at all awkward. Until…
Until, The Ex’s best friend comes up, interrupts us and goes, “You know I asked Cali out right? Like on a date?” (This is true and I turned him down). Of course, this gets The Ex riled up and he’s all upset at his bestie, “Why would you do that? You know we dated. That’s so not cool…” yada yada yada. I try and diffuse the situation but Mr. Not Quite Right has always been a jealous guy and it was getting awkward, fast. Then his bestie starts talking about how much he hates The Ex’s current girlfriend (so awkward for me but not a surprise. Every single one of his friends has told me how much they love and miss me) and I can see Mr. NQR just trying to keep his cool. His bestie keeps flaming the fire and at one point asks me to go home with him. Note, I have zero desire to do so, but apparently no one cares about what I want, and so then it turns into this whole big fight between them. Eventually they get so heated they leave and I take my super awkward self home.
So, what are my takeaways from this evening, you ask?
A. Hanging out with two exs in one night is hard. Especially if they are in the same place. Butttt also a little fun if one will play along.
B. Stay away from your ex’s friends. They cause drama and awkwardness. You + Ex’s friend = Bad things.
Lesson learned. So what do you think? Awkward night or what?
Début de l'événement
30.01.2021
Fin de l'événement
30.01.2021
Mr. Denial
Description
How a Meddling Mother Nearly Ruined My Marriage
How We Rebuilt Our Marriage Through Therapy
Saving a Marriage After an Affair
Can Marriage Survive Infidelity?
Is Your Marriage a Partnership or a Prison?
Keep Him From Walking Out That Door
Managing Expectations in Dating
Why I Believe In Marriage
Dating Advice From Happily Married Couples
The Man or the Money
Walk Away From Parental Control in Relationships
When You’re Stuck in the “Casual Dating” Zone
A Necessary Courtesy or Just Overkill in Online Dating?
Since my last post from Boston, I’ve relocated to Ithaca, NY for my sister’s graduation. While I am thrilled to be here for her commencement activities, all this family stuff has temporarily put a stop to my man-shopping until I leave for New York City tomorrow morning. So until my NYC adventures begin, I’ll try to amuse you with more ramblings about the Parisian scene.
According to my personal field research, many anglophone women — particularly American women — will have trouble communicating certain things to their Parisian suitors. This kind of miscommunication primarily revolves around the idea that anglophone women spend most of their waking hours turning down Parisian creeps, and said Parisian creeps spend most of their time in denial of this fact.
The best way to illustrate this particular anthropological phenomenon is with this handy chart that I’ve drawn up for you.
As you can see, dating in Paris can be fraught with misunderstandings.
A while back, I speculated that my lack of success on the Parisian dating scene could be due in part to an inherent language problem. But after the epiphany that resulted in the above chart, I now also believe that liaisons between anglophones and francophones could potentially be doomed for reasons that have nothing to do with language.
Simply put, Houston, we have a cultural problem.
For whatever reason, dating rituals here require the men to act like ass-hats and, unfortunately, the women seem to put up with them or egg them on.
I haven’t been able to figure out how to beat the system, so to speak, but I’ve a number of friends who have offered their advice on the matter. My buddy, Martin, who has long been baffled and concerned by the absurdity that is my love life in Paris, only had four words for me:
“Stop dating French guys.”
However, even though I agree with him in principle, in practice, I’m not going to stop dating Frenchmen.
It’s not that I’m determined to have a relationship with a Frenchman.
It’s just that I’m having so much fun with this blog.
And come on, you know that you love reading about these Parisian ass-clowns* that I meet.
So when I return to Paris next month, it’s on to the next…
…French-tard!
*This great new addition to my vocabulary has come by way of my friend, Iroquois Pliskin. He has quite a way with words, and he and his brother have introduced me to wonderfully useful terms like “skank-pronging” and “schmo-hawk.” I tip my hat to their skilled wordsmithing.
How We Rebuilt Our Marriage Through Therapy
Saving a Marriage After an Affair
Can Marriage Survive Infidelity?
Is Your Marriage a Partnership or a Prison?
Keep Him From Walking Out That Door
Managing Expectations in Dating
Why I Believe In Marriage
Dating Advice From Happily Married Couples
The Man or the Money
Walk Away From Parental Control in Relationships
When You’re Stuck in the “Casual Dating” Zone
A Necessary Courtesy or Just Overkill in Online Dating?
Since my last post from Boston, I’ve relocated to Ithaca, NY for my sister’s graduation. While I am thrilled to be here for her commencement activities, all this family stuff has temporarily put a stop to my man-shopping until I leave for New York City tomorrow morning. So until my NYC adventures begin, I’ll try to amuse you with more ramblings about the Parisian scene.
According to my personal field research, many anglophone women — particularly American women — will have trouble communicating certain things to their Parisian suitors. This kind of miscommunication primarily revolves around the idea that anglophone women spend most of their waking hours turning down Parisian creeps, and said Parisian creeps spend most of their time in denial of this fact.
The best way to illustrate this particular anthropological phenomenon is with this handy chart that I’ve drawn up for you.
As you can see, dating in Paris can be fraught with misunderstandings.
A while back, I speculated that my lack of success on the Parisian dating scene could be due in part to an inherent language problem. But after the epiphany that resulted in the above chart, I now also believe that liaisons between anglophones and francophones could potentially be doomed for reasons that have nothing to do with language.
Simply put, Houston, we have a cultural problem.
For whatever reason, dating rituals here require the men to act like ass-hats and, unfortunately, the women seem to put up with them or egg them on.
I haven’t been able to figure out how to beat the system, so to speak, but I’ve a number of friends who have offered their advice on the matter. My buddy, Martin, who has long been baffled and concerned by the absurdity that is my love life in Paris, only had four words for me:
“Stop dating French guys.”
However, even though I agree with him in principle, in practice, I’m not going to stop dating Frenchmen.
It’s not that I’m determined to have a relationship with a Frenchman.
It’s just that I’m having so much fun with this blog.
And come on, you know that you love reading about these Parisian ass-clowns* that I meet.
So when I return to Paris next month, it’s on to the next…
…French-tard!
*This great new addition to my vocabulary has come by way of my friend, Iroquois Pliskin. He has quite a way with words, and he and his brother have introduced me to wonderfully useful terms like “skank-pronging” and “schmo-hawk.” I tip my hat to their skilled wordsmithing.
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26.03.2023
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26.03.2023
My new boyfriend.
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My Dead First Husband Is Haunting My Marriage
My Husband Is Ashamed of Me
My Husband Barely Talks to Me Anymore — So I Cheated on Him
My Husband Is a Big Bore
My Husband is a Compulsive Gambler
My Husband Is Depressed
When Your Boyfriend Flirts Too Much
When "Taking It Slow" Feels Like a Red Flag
The Ethics Of Breaking Up With A Sick Partner
State of the Relationship Union
Widowed and Dating: Navigating Sympathy and Honesty
Love vs. Security: Can You Build a Future Without That ‘Spark’?
What Really Counts as Cheating?
Polyamory Dating or Just Playing?
I have a new boyfriend, and he's been occupying nearly all my free time these past few weeks. His name is Don Draper.
I was a bit late to hop on the Mad Men phenomenon -- but once I did, it was full steam ahead. Netflix couldn't get the DVDs to me fast enough -- I had to start downloading them from iTunes. Every night, I was sucked into the goings-on at Sterling Cooper. On weekend days, entire afternoons were devoted to the latest drama between Don and Betty.
FINALLY, I'm caught up! I watched all three seasons in as many weeks, and I'm relieved to have my life back. I did manage to have a few real-life dates in the meantime -- updates to follow soon. There's even one guy who has my attention more than the others (besides Don Draper, that is -- our relationship has nearly run its course, as this season is about to end).
One last tidbit of amusement:
A few days ago, I got a call from a number I didn't recognize. I didn't pick up. I then received this text from the same number a few minutes later:
Hi, it's Joe Shmoe from a few years ago. I have a crazy idea, and would like to discuss if you have an open mind -- if you know what I mean.
Background: "Joe" and I dated about 3 years ago (pre-blog) for a few months, but it was never serious. It just didn't have the makings of a great romance. (or even a not-so-great one, for that matter)
I texted back asking for details, and he said it was easier to discuss on the phone. I called him, more out of curiosity than anything else -- he said that he got married last year, and he and his wife have been talking about having a threesome, and would I be interested?
I laughed out loud, and sarcastically thanked him for thinking of me, but it just wasn't my thing. It's especially bizarre because he does NOT seem like the kind of guy who would be into that at all -- I recall that he was a pretty straight-laced, button-up kind of guy.
Check back in a few days for updates on Mr Cool, Smooch, a new guy I shall dub "Captain Awesome", and someone who will simply be known as "Sourpuss". (just one guess on how well that date went!)
My Husband Is Ashamed of Me
My Husband Barely Talks to Me Anymore — So I Cheated on Him
My Husband Is a Big Bore
My Husband is a Compulsive Gambler
My Husband Is Depressed
When Your Boyfriend Flirts Too Much
When "Taking It Slow" Feels Like a Red Flag
The Ethics Of Breaking Up With A Sick Partner
State of the Relationship Union
Widowed and Dating: Navigating Sympathy and Honesty
Love vs. Security: Can You Build a Future Without That ‘Spark’?
What Really Counts as Cheating?
Polyamory Dating or Just Playing?
I have a new boyfriend, and he's been occupying nearly all my free time these past few weeks. His name is Don Draper.
I was a bit late to hop on the Mad Men phenomenon -- but once I did, it was full steam ahead. Netflix couldn't get the DVDs to me fast enough -- I had to start downloading them from iTunes. Every night, I was sucked into the goings-on at Sterling Cooper. On weekend days, entire afternoons were devoted to the latest drama between Don and Betty.
FINALLY, I'm caught up! I watched all three seasons in as many weeks, and I'm relieved to have my life back. I did manage to have a few real-life dates in the meantime -- updates to follow soon. There's even one guy who has my attention more than the others (besides Don Draper, that is -- our relationship has nearly run its course, as this season is about to end).
One last tidbit of amusement:
A few days ago, I got a call from a number I didn't recognize. I didn't pick up. I then received this text from the same number a few minutes later:
Hi, it's Joe Shmoe from a few years ago. I have a crazy idea, and would like to discuss if you have an open mind -- if you know what I mean.
Background: "Joe" and I dated about 3 years ago (pre-blog) for a few months, but it was never serious. It just didn't have the makings of a great romance. (or even a not-so-great one, for that matter)
I texted back asking for details, and he said it was easier to discuss on the phone. I called him, more out of curiosity than anything else -- he said that he got married last year, and he and his wife have been talking about having a threesome, and would I be interested?
I laughed out loud, and sarcastically thanked him for thinking of me, but it just wasn't my thing. It's especially bizarre because he does NOT seem like the kind of guy who would be into that at all -- I recall that he was a pretty straight-laced, button-up kind of guy.
Check back in a few days for updates on Mr Cool, Smooch, a new guy I shall dub "Captain Awesome", and someone who will simply be known as "Sourpuss". (just one guess on how well that date went!)
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02.04.2024
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02.04.2024
Nervous
Description
There’s No Such Thing as a “Good” or “Bad” Marriage
A Married Man Needs Only 3 Things From His Wife
I Am Not The Caretaker of My Marriage
10 Guilty Pleasures For Couples
The Man Behind How I Have It All
14 Ways Having Kids Affects Your Relationship
Love Rewards the Brave
The Book That Changed the Way I Look at Love
When Divorce Runs in the Family
The Silence That Can Save Your Relationship
Is It Ever OK to Lie to Your Spouse?
Finally – TC will be arriving back in town late tonight, after having been away all week – and I’m nervous.
All signs seem to point towards things going well between us – we talked and e’d regularly while he was away, and while he wasn’t quite as romantic / effusive as he was in person, he did include a “miss you” at least once. But there’s a part of me that still feels that I should be prepared to expect the worst, that things might be different when we see each other again. Can’t explain it. I’m just afraid to get too excited about him.
I’m normally an optimist (too much so!), and generally don’t worry about things until I’m actually given reason to do so. It seems that having quite a bit of dating disappointment in the past two years has made me rather cynical – so unlike me. It’s a strange feeling – I don’t like it.
I think it’s not helping matters that I gained nearly a pound this week (didn’t write about it because it was too depressing!)AND I’m experiencing a wicked PMS. (hm, maybe the weight gain is because of that). In a nutshell, I’m not feeling my most confident.
I suppose the usual advice applies here – wait and see. TC and I have plans tomorrow night – wish me luck! (what to wear, what to wear??!!)
A Married Man Needs Only 3 Things From His Wife
I Am Not The Caretaker of My Marriage
10 Guilty Pleasures For Couples
The Man Behind How I Have It All
14 Ways Having Kids Affects Your Relationship
Love Rewards the Brave
The Book That Changed the Way I Look at Love
When Divorce Runs in the Family
The Silence That Can Save Your Relationship
Is It Ever OK to Lie to Your Spouse?
Finally – TC will be arriving back in town late tonight, after having been away all week – and I’m nervous.
All signs seem to point towards things going well between us – we talked and e’d regularly while he was away, and while he wasn’t quite as romantic / effusive as he was in person, he did include a “miss you” at least once. But there’s a part of me that still feels that I should be prepared to expect the worst, that things might be different when we see each other again. Can’t explain it. I’m just afraid to get too excited about him.
I’m normally an optimist (too much so!), and generally don’t worry about things until I’m actually given reason to do so. It seems that having quite a bit of dating disappointment in the past two years has made me rather cynical – so unlike me. It’s a strange feeling – I don’t like it.
I think it’s not helping matters that I gained nearly a pound this week (didn’t write about it because it was too depressing!)AND I’m experiencing a wicked PMS. (hm, maybe the weight gain is because of that). In a nutshell, I’m not feeling my most confident.
I suppose the usual advice applies here – wait and see. TC and I have plans tomorrow night – wish me luck! (what to wear, what to wear??!!)
Début de l'événement
10.04.2024
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10.04.2024
niggling feeling that I needed to look back
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I Travel The World. Alone.
An Internal Monologue While Perusing Online Dating Matches
How To Hook Up In A Hostel есть 100 дубликат на frisky
How Do You Know When You’re Ready To Vacation Together?
How To Enjoy Travelling When You’re Not On Your Honeymoon
I Fantasize About Other Men
Why It’s Easier To Meet Men On Vacation есть 100 дубликат на frisky
If You’re 300,000 Miles Away, Don’t Call Your New Man
Will Our Marriage Survive Our First Road Trip Together?
When On Vacation ... Just Say Yes
I unfriended him on FB after he bailed out on plans to spend time together on his days off. He didn’t even bother to cancel, just didn’t call or text. He finally contacted me late that night and said he’d been playing video games. I didn’t handle things well, but he just refused to work through any of it. It was like “shit got real” and he didn’t want to deal with it. All that talk of love just went out the window, and I became the one with the problem. I was untrusting, I needed to do some soul searching, I wasn’t ready for a relationship.
When all this went down I had this niggling feeling that I needed to look back at the dating sited so I re-enabled my profile. He wasn’t online right away, but then BAM….there he was. Apparently he hadn’t actually deleted his profile either, just disabled it. He was online for days around the clock and then “poof” disabled it again. After talking to the wonderful staff at OKC, I realized that I had just encountered a scammer. He was probably back online duping the next woman. Love bombing her within mere minutes of ending us. So moral of the story. I’m an idiot. I fell for all that “commitment” stuff, and got someone who had no intention of having a real relationship and who didn’t really “love” me afterall.
I know I am probably going to get picked apart on this one, and that is okay. I just want other woman out there to realize that there are men out there that are really good at pretending to be unicorns to get….I don’t know what…. Sex, I guess. Don’t be like me and give away the farm when a man dangles that “commitment” carrot, thinking you are something special……until he proves that to you. And that takes time…….Maybe this guy really wanted a relationship and just doesn’t have the tool kit to actually keep one together. Or maybe he was just a no good liar who never had good intentions to start with. But either way he’s F&(*d up….def f’d up.
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Wtf Says:
February 11th, 2015 at 6:15 pm
Why is anyone taking advice from this woman who is 44 and single?
“At 44 I have come to terms with the reality that marriage is probably not in my future. I would love to say that this was my choice all along. But I can’t.” – http://www.rolereboot.org/sex-and-relationships/details/2013-05-your-life-might-not-look-the-way-you-thought-it-woul
An Internal Monologue While Perusing Online Dating Matches
How To Hook Up In A Hostel есть 100 дубликат на frisky
How Do You Know When You’re Ready To Vacation Together?
How To Enjoy Travelling When You’re Not On Your Honeymoon
I Fantasize About Other Men
Why It’s Easier To Meet Men On Vacation есть 100 дубликат на frisky
If You’re 300,000 Miles Away, Don’t Call Your New Man
Will Our Marriage Survive Our First Road Trip Together?
When On Vacation ... Just Say Yes
I unfriended him on FB after he bailed out on plans to spend time together on his days off. He didn’t even bother to cancel, just didn’t call or text. He finally contacted me late that night and said he’d been playing video games. I didn’t handle things well, but he just refused to work through any of it. It was like “shit got real” and he didn’t want to deal with it. All that talk of love just went out the window, and I became the one with the problem. I was untrusting, I needed to do some soul searching, I wasn’t ready for a relationship.
When all this went down I had this niggling feeling that I needed to look back at the dating sited so I re-enabled my profile. He wasn’t online right away, but then BAM….there he was. Apparently he hadn’t actually deleted his profile either, just disabled it. He was online for days around the clock and then “poof” disabled it again. After talking to the wonderful staff at OKC, I realized that I had just encountered a scammer. He was probably back online duping the next woman. Love bombing her within mere minutes of ending us. So moral of the story. I’m an idiot. I fell for all that “commitment” stuff, and got someone who had no intention of having a real relationship and who didn’t really “love” me afterall.
I know I am probably going to get picked apart on this one, and that is okay. I just want other woman out there to realize that there are men out there that are really good at pretending to be unicorns to get….I don’t know what…. Sex, I guess. Don’t be like me and give away the farm when a man dangles that “commitment” carrot, thinking you are something special……until he proves that to you. And that takes time…….Maybe this guy really wanted a relationship and just doesn’t have the tool kit to actually keep one together. Or maybe he was just a no good liar who never had good intentions to start with. But either way he’s F&(*d up….def f’d up.
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Wtf Says:
February 11th, 2015 at 6:15 pm
Why is anyone taking advice from this woman who is 44 and single?
“At 44 I have come to terms with the reality that marriage is probably not in my future. I would love to say that this was my choice all along. But I can’t.” – http://www.rolereboot.org/sex-and-relationships/details/2013-05-your-life-might-not-look-the-way-you-thought-it-woul
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21.02.2022
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21.02.2022
OnceMarried is on the money on the issue with children
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The Top 10 White Lies People Tell In Online Dating Profiles
Things I Wish I Knew About Dating When I Was 22
8 Reasons You’re Single
Let’s Talk About Negging
What Are Your Pre-Date Nerves?
10 Things You Should Never Say To A Man In Bed
8 Things Men Want Women To Do In Bed
9 Things I Dread About Dating
I Wasn’t Jewish Enough
OnceMarried is on the money on the issue with children. I’d rather see their daily learning and growing everyday than just dump-out and contribute to whatever might happen to them in my absence. So yeah, staying married for them is not a cop-out as everyone says. There are reasons why some of us stay and that is a good reason.
20-Year Vet6 years ago
Great blog and great comments. I identify with so much of what is said on both sides of the issue. I have been married for going on 18 years, 3 kids, picket fence, etc… I live in a nice neighborhood and travel a lot for work. I know a ton of men who do the same and are all over the spectrum on this issue.
I read about Tinder in an Esquire Mag article a month or two back (wish these aps exsisted when I was a kid;) and I have to say they sound very entertaining. It is hard not to download it and just see what the hype is about, i’m sure there is more than just single 20 something’s on there.
Anyway, here is another perspective on why men wander even when they have a good marriage. For me I grew up in the 80’s in Hollywood, CA. I was into the early punk and alt scene and I loved going to music festivals, concerts, and clubs. I stayed interested in these things all the way through to today. This is just a snip-it so you can get an understanding of where I am coming from as I dont want to leave a novel on your blog.
Forward 20 something years later, I am not religious and my wife has gone extreme the other way. My kids are now being taught things that I do not believe or stand for. Its a slippery slope. I still love concerts and music festivals but now I go to them by myself (I would much rather go with my wife). I did not grew up with money so a big house and things are not important to me even though I am able to provide them. These things are very important to my wife. She has surrounded herself with friends that are conservative and religious and dont get me wrong, I am social and I enjoy their company , but I have to watch what I say. I on the other hand hang out with music festival, band, tattooed type people that she will not be around. I enjoy travel, outdoors, shows like the Following, Lost, etc but I find the older we grow together the less we have in common besides our kids. This is just some very surface background. It is hard to go from doing everything together to a relationship that has become very one sided. I do most of the things she wants to do so we keep our relationship in tact, but she will not do anything that I enjoy doing.
Things I Wish I Knew About Dating When I Was 22
8 Reasons You’re Single
Let’s Talk About Negging
What Are Your Pre-Date Nerves?
10 Things You Should Never Say To A Man In Bed
8 Things Men Want Women To Do In Bed
9 Things I Dread About Dating
I Wasn’t Jewish Enough
OnceMarried is on the money on the issue with children. I’d rather see their daily learning and growing everyday than just dump-out and contribute to whatever might happen to them in my absence. So yeah, staying married for them is not a cop-out as everyone says. There are reasons why some of us stay and that is a good reason.
20-Year Vet6 years ago
Great blog and great comments. I identify with so much of what is said on both sides of the issue. I have been married for going on 18 years, 3 kids, picket fence, etc… I live in a nice neighborhood and travel a lot for work. I know a ton of men who do the same and are all over the spectrum on this issue.
I read about Tinder in an Esquire Mag article a month or two back (wish these aps exsisted when I was a kid;) and I have to say they sound very entertaining. It is hard not to download it and just see what the hype is about, i’m sure there is more than just single 20 something’s on there.
Anyway, here is another perspective on why men wander even when they have a good marriage. For me I grew up in the 80’s in Hollywood, CA. I was into the early punk and alt scene and I loved going to music festivals, concerts, and clubs. I stayed interested in these things all the way through to today. This is just a snip-it so you can get an understanding of where I am coming from as I dont want to leave a novel on your blog.
Forward 20 something years later, I am not religious and my wife has gone extreme the other way. My kids are now being taught things that I do not believe or stand for. Its a slippery slope. I still love concerts and music festivals but now I go to them by myself (I would much rather go with my wife). I did not grew up with money so a big house and things are not important to me even though I am able to provide them. These things are very important to my wife. She has surrounded herself with friends that are conservative and religious and dont get me wrong, I am social and I enjoy their company , but I have to watch what I say. I on the other hand hang out with music festival, band, tattooed type people that she will not be around. I enjoy travel, outdoors, shows like the Following, Lost, etc but I find the older we grow together the less we have in common besides our kids. This is just some very surface background. It is hard to go from doing everything together to a relationship that has become very one sided. I do most of the things she wants to do so we keep our relationship in tact, but she will not do anything that I enjoy doing.
Début de l'événement
25.02.2022
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25.02.2022
passage en coopérative
Début de l'événement
06.06.2024
Fin de l'événement
06.06.2024
Lieu
Chez Marion (merci !!)
Playing the Game vs. Enjoying the Night: A Better Approach
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Marriage vs. Addiction: Winning the Battle for Love
Marriage Without Intimacy: Can Love Survive the Distance?
Holding On or Letting Go: When Addiction Tests a Marriage
The Marriage We Almost Lost: How Unemployment Changed Everything
Marriage And Chaos: Finding Common Ground in Parenting
He Seemed Interested. So Why Didn’t He Call?
Online Dating Isn’t Desperation
Changing Your Dating Approach
Why Modern Dating is More Complicated Than Ever
Dating Someone With Debt
Marriage vs. Parenthood: Life After Having a Baby
The Fine Line Between Casual Dating and Commitment
How to Handle the Truth After Discovering a Betray
It’s all fascinating to me. :) This is part of why going out is fun to me and why I progressed decent. A lot of guys, especially older Manosphere types, just hate people in general…they want pussy but they hate all the “work” they have to do to get it and they view it all AS “work”. Guys like the RSD instructors are just out fucking around having fun expressing themselves and enjoying making people react and getting to know them and take them on adventures and stuff. That’s the right attitude, ultimately.
No one reads a bitter Manosphere guy’s post and is like “man, I’d like to hang out with THAT guy all night and introduce the cute girls in my social circle to him!” lol It’s more like “I like the guy’s writing, he has some valid points, but fuck what a negative piece of shit”. :)
“We all were talking in a circle for a bit, and then there was the idea to dance.”
lol fuck I hate dancing. Girls always jump at the chance. Tyler used to joke, when the Black Eyed Peas were new, “Do you have any idea how many times fucking Andre 3000 has cockblocked me??” lol Soon as a song comes on the girls go “OMG OMG OMG LETS GO DAAAAANCE!!!!” and it’s like fuuuuuuck sarge is blown lol
“In my mind I’m like ‘fuck this, I’m not running a race with these two chodes.’”
Good. If you don’t LOVE dancing, like you wouldn’t go to a club JUST to dance, then if you’ve got heavy kino with a girl and it’s later in the night and the dance floor is crowded enough that you can isolate her from her friends a bit and the attraction is there that you feel like you can escalate to sexy grinding and become a “couple” for the rest of the night afterward, cool, go dance with her. But if it’s anything less than that, you’re just shooting yourself in the foot and killing attraction while you dance 2 feet away from her feeling insecure and you’re all in a circle facing eachother friend-zone style.
At least if you just vanish, you’re still a little mysterious and she can wonder what dancing with you would be like.
I actually sometimes go “Okay ya let’s go” and let everyone else walk in front of me to the dance floor and then before I get to the floor I just veer off and go somewhere else and talk to other people or get a drink or go to the bathroom etc. and don’t go onto the dance floor to join them at all lol It makes the girl go “wait what? Where did YaReally go??” and it’s not much but hey, she’s thinking about me and it gives her a reason to re-open me when she sees me later (“hey how come you didn’t come dance??”) where I might be able to build some more attraction and escalate and dance with her on my own terms if I want to dance.
Marriage Without Intimacy: Can Love Survive the Distance?
Holding On or Letting Go: When Addiction Tests a Marriage
The Marriage We Almost Lost: How Unemployment Changed Everything
Marriage And Chaos: Finding Common Ground in Parenting
He Seemed Interested. So Why Didn’t He Call?
Online Dating Isn’t Desperation
Changing Your Dating Approach
Why Modern Dating is More Complicated Than Ever
Dating Someone With Debt
Marriage vs. Parenthood: Life After Having a Baby
The Fine Line Between Casual Dating and Commitment
How to Handle the Truth After Discovering a Betray
It’s all fascinating to me. :) This is part of why going out is fun to me and why I progressed decent. A lot of guys, especially older Manosphere types, just hate people in general…they want pussy but they hate all the “work” they have to do to get it and they view it all AS “work”. Guys like the RSD instructors are just out fucking around having fun expressing themselves and enjoying making people react and getting to know them and take them on adventures and stuff. That’s the right attitude, ultimately.
No one reads a bitter Manosphere guy’s post and is like “man, I’d like to hang out with THAT guy all night and introduce the cute girls in my social circle to him!” lol It’s more like “I like the guy’s writing, he has some valid points, but fuck what a negative piece of shit”. :)
“We all were talking in a circle for a bit, and then there was the idea to dance.”
lol fuck I hate dancing. Girls always jump at the chance. Tyler used to joke, when the Black Eyed Peas were new, “Do you have any idea how many times fucking Andre 3000 has cockblocked me??” lol Soon as a song comes on the girls go “OMG OMG OMG LETS GO DAAAAANCE!!!!” and it’s like fuuuuuuck sarge is blown lol
“In my mind I’m like ‘fuck this, I’m not running a race with these two chodes.’”
Good. If you don’t LOVE dancing, like you wouldn’t go to a club JUST to dance, then if you’ve got heavy kino with a girl and it’s later in the night and the dance floor is crowded enough that you can isolate her from her friends a bit and the attraction is there that you feel like you can escalate to sexy grinding and become a “couple” for the rest of the night afterward, cool, go dance with her. But if it’s anything less than that, you’re just shooting yourself in the foot and killing attraction while you dance 2 feet away from her feeling insecure and you’re all in a circle facing eachother friend-zone style.
At least if you just vanish, you’re still a little mysterious and she can wonder what dancing with you would be like.
I actually sometimes go “Okay ya let’s go” and let everyone else walk in front of me to the dance floor and then before I get to the floor I just veer off and go somewhere else and talk to other people or get a drink or go to the bathroom etc. and don’t go onto the dance floor to join them at all lol It makes the girl go “wait what? Where did YaReally go??” and it’s not much but hey, she’s thinking about me and it gives her a reason to re-open me when she sees me later (“hey how come you didn’t come dance??”) where I might be able to build some more attraction and escalate and dance with her on my own terms if I want to dance.
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27.03.2022
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27.03.2022
Pool party - fête de l'été
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05.06.2024 - 18:00
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05.06.2024 - 23:55
Lieu
au bord de la piscine de Marion
Retour sur la capitalisation de la pause de Maité
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Horaire/format à définir
Début de l'événement
09.10.2024
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09.10.2024
Lieu
à préciser
Réunion Coop Formation / parapluie
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05.06.2024 - 12:00
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05.06.2024 - 17:00
Lieu
Chez Marion ? Ou Charlotte et Rieul ?
Séminaire de printemps
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12.03.2025
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13.03.2025
séminaire Parapluie
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10.10.2024
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11.10.2024
Lieu
a définir
smoking who are unwilling to date
Description
Why Sex Talk On a First Date Is a Bad Idea
Is He Interested or Just An Attention Whore?
Never Give a Man More Credit Then He’s Earned
Stop Accepting Bad Behavior From Men
When Do You Ask A Guy If Things Are Serious?
Is She Doomed To End Up Alone?
Why The “Hot” People In This Article Aren’t Worth Dating
When You Get Dumped Sometimes You’re To Blame, Too
Never Double Down On A Guy Who Can’t Guarantee He’ll Stick Around
How To Deal With The Push Pull Guy
Who Has More Luck Online – Men or Women?
The Tell Tale Tatt
BTownGirl Says:
April 3rd, 2014 at 12:03 pm
Goldie, it took me FIVE tries to quit, so I get exactly what you’re saying. I couldn’t date a smoker personally because I’d wind up starting again. I totally agree that being honest and respectful about these things is the way to go!
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G. Says:
April 3rd, 2014 at 12:35 pm
In fairness, they’re both as bad as each other but it’s a classic sign of an insecure guy with no dating options. Instead of dating the women he wants, he just goes for whatever comes his way and tries to change them into what he wants. I don’t agree with doing this.
so first off. 8 weeks ddoesn’t make a lasting relationship. If I was given an ultimatum after 8 9weeks about something which long predates meeting that person I’d walk too. Now if I was dating them for 2 years and suddenly developed a smoking habit. Sure, their input is relevant but not after 8 weeks. If he doesn’t like smokers it’s irresponsible to date a smoker and change them. Same goes for anything. If you don’tlike your partner sky diving. DDon’t date a sky diver.
on her side though.. same. At least she was honestand ddidn’t try to hide it or anything that’s a plus. The flip side is that every smoker does have a plan.. I know. I’ve had a plan for 4 years.. lol. So she can’t really be upset with people who don’t like smoking who are unwilling to date her unless thisplan comes to fruition .
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Yvonne Says:
April 3rd, 2014 at 1:14 pm
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BTownGirl Says:
April 3rd, 2014 at 12:03 pm
Goldie, it took me FIVE tries to quit, so I get exactly what you’re saying. I couldn’t date a smoker personally because I’d wind up starting again. I totally agree that being honest and respectful about these things is the way to go!
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G. Says:
April 3rd, 2014 at 12:35 pm
In fairness, they’re both as bad as each other but it’s a classic sign of an insecure guy with no dating options. Instead of dating the women he wants, he just goes for whatever comes his way and tries to change them into what he wants. I don’t agree with doing this.
so first off. 8 weeks ddoesn’t make a lasting relationship. If I was given an ultimatum after 8 9weeks about something which long predates meeting that person I’d walk too. Now if I was dating them for 2 years and suddenly developed a smoking habit. Sure, their input is relevant but not after 8 weeks. If he doesn’t like smokers it’s irresponsible to date a smoker and change them. Same goes for anything. If you don’tlike your partner sky diving. DDon’t date a sky diver.
on her side though.. same. At least she was honestand ddidn’t try to hide it or anything that’s a plus. The flip side is that every smoker does have a plan.. I know. I’ve had a plan for 4 years.. lol. So she can’t really be upset with people who don’t like smoking who are unwilling to date her unless thisplan comes to fruition .
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19.02.2022
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19.02.2022
The Solution To Long-Distance Relationships
Description
How Pocket-Dialing Can C*ckblock You
Attack of The Killer Ex
How To Deal With A Psycho Ex During The Holidays
Attention Mongers Crybabies and Dramaheads
25 Signals You're Not Ready For a Online Dating
5 Skills Every Man And Woman Should Master
Can Sex Be A Laughing Matter?
The Sh*t Women Say That Piss Off Men
Dating a Jersey Shore Fan
Dealing With Exes on Valentine’s Day
A Decent Girl For a Nice Guy
For those who are caught in a long distance relationship, you’ll know how hard it can be to make it work. Jealousy issues aside, the lack of regular sex is often one of the main deal breakers for most couples who decide to online date from a distance. However, one company has come up with a solution that is not only tech savvy, but also nothing short of brilliant.
Introducing the ‘Zoon +’, a vibrator that uses the power of the internet in order to connect couples who find themselves too far apart to get personal. The product works by allowing its users to control their devices through the companies website. They can then connect the included wireless remote control to their computers via USB while the other operates the device through the I-Zoon.com interface. In it, you can turn the vibrator on and off as well as chose from any of their five speeds.
Having just passed the FCC requirements for safety, the Zoon can serve as an excellent way to make ends meet for couples in long-distance relationships, or even as way to get by when your spouse goes away on a business trip. Shaped like a giant sperm, the Zoon is made of 100% silicone, which provides a skin-like feel to the touch. It also comes equipped with an LED light which indicates that the product is working, or about to.
Selling for a whopping 180 Euro, this sex toy is far from mediocre. For those looking to make their long-distance relationships work and enjoy a little luxury product every now and then, I suggest giving the ‘Zoon +’ a try. And for those who remain single, at least you’ll be able to make good use of its remote control without worrying about having to start and stop. You don’t even need to use your hands.
Attack of The Killer Ex
How To Deal With A Psycho Ex During The Holidays
Attention Mongers Crybabies and Dramaheads
25 Signals You're Not Ready For a Online Dating
5 Skills Every Man And Woman Should Master
Can Sex Be A Laughing Matter?
The Sh*t Women Say That Piss Off Men
Dating a Jersey Shore Fan
Dealing With Exes on Valentine’s Day
A Decent Girl For a Nice Guy
For those who are caught in a long distance relationship, you’ll know how hard it can be to make it work. Jealousy issues aside, the lack of regular sex is often one of the main deal breakers for most couples who decide to online date from a distance. However, one company has come up with a solution that is not only tech savvy, but also nothing short of brilliant.
Introducing the ‘Zoon +’, a vibrator that uses the power of the internet in order to connect couples who find themselves too far apart to get personal. The product works by allowing its users to control their devices through the companies website. They can then connect the included wireless remote control to their computers via USB while the other operates the device through the I-Zoon.com interface. In it, you can turn the vibrator on and off as well as chose from any of their five speeds.
Having just passed the FCC requirements for safety, the Zoon can serve as an excellent way to make ends meet for couples in long-distance relationships, or even as way to get by when your spouse goes away on a business trip. Shaped like a giant sperm, the Zoon is made of 100% silicone, which provides a skin-like feel to the touch. It also comes equipped with an LED light which indicates that the product is working, or about to.
Selling for a whopping 180 Euro, this sex toy is far from mediocre. For those looking to make their long-distance relationships work and enjoy a little luxury product every now and then, I suggest giving the ‘Zoon +’ a try. And for those who remain single, at least you’ll be able to make good use of its remote control without worrying about having to start and stop. You don’t even need to use your hands.
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13.12.2021
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13.12.2021
The Struggle of Finding Genuine Connections in a Hookup Culture
Description
We’re All Slutty For The Right Guy
Dear Men: This Is Why Loyalty Is So Important To Women
How Do You Avoid Dating a Liberal/Conservative?
Are You Looking For Fast Love Too?
Should You Fake an Active Lifestyle for Love?
When a Relationship Feels Like a Secret Mission
Pushing Through It
Embracing The Unexpected Path Of Singlehood
Why Is It So Hard to Believe Someone Might Stay?
Am I Crazy Or Is He A Hot Mess?
Let’s get one thing straight: the purpose of sending one of these Venmo invoices is not to get the money back. While I believe dolts like this man are stupid to some degree, they can’t be that stupid. These requests are essentially thinly-veiled attempts at extortion, as the person sending it (usually a man) know the woman won’t pay, which in his mind gives him permission to stalk and harass her. These stories aren’t funny anymore, not after the nightmare experienced by this woman. To summarize, a man filed a civil case in court to get his $20 back allegedly because the woman was texting during a date. Now, do you really believe that’s the reason? Because I don’t. I think this man-baby got his feelings hurt, so he decided he was going to make her pay, not with money, but with her reputation and safety. It’s time for news outlets and venues and fucking Venmo (whose brand is quickly becoming associated with this nonsense) to draw a hard line here. Enough. Yeah, sure, you might get some publicity out of it and your brand name might get some exposure, but at what cost?
See, men like this know they can’t beat us up for rejecting them without going to jail (well, sometimes) so they go another more passive aggressive route. They think, “I know, I’ll threaten to publicly shame her. That’ll teach her for turning me down.” It’s an act of revenge, pure and simple. For the folks in the cheap seats, let me remind you that a man seeking revenge never really ends in the woman’s favor.
Now that we’ve covered that, let’s address – AGAIN – that if you just sit there waiting for a man to pay that check, you’re an asshole. I don’t care what your Mom or your girlfriends told you about chivalry. Screw chivalry. You are not entitled to a free anything because you graced someone with your presence. So what if he chose the place? That means nothing. You met on Tinder, for fuck’s sake. The chances of dates borne from a dating app like Tinder or Bumple turning into something substantive are pretty small and we all know it. Stop acting like you’re Kate Middleton.
As for those of us who re-tweet and share stories like this, consider first publicly calling out news organizations and payment platforms like Venmo for enabling this misogynistic bullshit.
Maybe I’m just a sourpuss, but I’m having a really hard time appreciating the new “Feminist Frank” meme, just like I had a hard time appreciating the “Feminist Ryan Gosling” meme. I guess it boils down to this for me: It’s a lot easier to say the right things and look like a feminist than it is to actually do the right things and be a feminist.
Dear Men: This Is Why Loyalty Is So Important To Women
How Do You Avoid Dating a Liberal/Conservative?
Are You Looking For Fast Love Too?
Should You Fake an Active Lifestyle for Love?
When a Relationship Feels Like a Secret Mission
Pushing Through It
Embracing The Unexpected Path Of Singlehood
Why Is It So Hard to Believe Someone Might Stay?
Am I Crazy Or Is He A Hot Mess?
Let’s get one thing straight: the purpose of sending one of these Venmo invoices is not to get the money back. While I believe dolts like this man are stupid to some degree, they can’t be that stupid. These requests are essentially thinly-veiled attempts at extortion, as the person sending it (usually a man) know the woman won’t pay, which in his mind gives him permission to stalk and harass her. These stories aren’t funny anymore, not after the nightmare experienced by this woman. To summarize, a man filed a civil case in court to get his $20 back allegedly because the woman was texting during a date. Now, do you really believe that’s the reason? Because I don’t. I think this man-baby got his feelings hurt, so he decided he was going to make her pay, not with money, but with her reputation and safety. It’s time for news outlets and venues and fucking Venmo (whose brand is quickly becoming associated with this nonsense) to draw a hard line here. Enough. Yeah, sure, you might get some publicity out of it and your brand name might get some exposure, but at what cost?
See, men like this know they can’t beat us up for rejecting them without going to jail (well, sometimes) so they go another more passive aggressive route. They think, “I know, I’ll threaten to publicly shame her. That’ll teach her for turning me down.” It’s an act of revenge, pure and simple. For the folks in the cheap seats, let me remind you that a man seeking revenge never really ends in the woman’s favor.
Now that we’ve covered that, let’s address – AGAIN – that if you just sit there waiting for a man to pay that check, you’re an asshole. I don’t care what your Mom or your girlfriends told you about chivalry. Screw chivalry. You are not entitled to a free anything because you graced someone with your presence. So what if he chose the place? That means nothing. You met on Tinder, for fuck’s sake. The chances of dates borne from a dating app like Tinder or Bumple turning into something substantive are pretty small and we all know it. Stop acting like you’re Kate Middleton.
As for those of us who re-tweet and share stories like this, consider first publicly calling out news organizations and payment platforms like Venmo for enabling this misogynistic bullshit.
Maybe I’m just a sourpuss, but I’m having a really hard time appreciating the new “Feminist Frank” meme, just like I had a hard time appreciating the “Feminist Ryan Gosling” meme. I guess it boils down to this for me: It’s a lot easier to say the right things and look like a feminist than it is to actually do the right things and be a feminist.
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11.03.2022
Fin de l'événement
11.03.2022
The Test Drive Theory
Description
An Ode to Emily
More Than Meets The Eyes
Should I Tell Her How I Feel?
The Play Date
Dogs, Cats, and the Art of Dating: Lessons from the Cab Ride
The Colorado Connection That Could Never Be
When Love Feels Like a DIY Project: The Fixer-Upper Dilemma
Why Men Marry Some Women and Not Others
Should You Settle?
Is There Hope For The Gender Gap?
Cheating is a Cop Out
The Dance of Second Chances
Let’s say you are in the market for a new car. You dumped your old one and would really like a new one now. What do you do?
First, you take inventory of what attributes you need and want out of a car. You know you need the basics: safety and reliability. Ideally, you’d love a sporty or luxury car, but with gas prices costing an arm, a leg, a thigh, and a few internal organs, you know you’re better off with a fuel-efficient one.
You go through this thought process with all of the attributes. Car or truck? Coupe or sedan? Base or enhanced trim? Small, mid-sized, or large? Color-wise, you’d really like a silver one. But you’re fine with blue or white too, even though everyone tells you white is high-maintenance because it gets dirty so easily.
Now that you’ve got a particular car in mind, your next step is to look through some classified ads. You may also ask your friends if they know of anyone selling a car too. This search can traverse both print and online. It takes time, but you want to make sure it’s a sound car.
After you’ve selected a few you’d like to try, it’s time for a test drive. You give the car a cursory check, then take it for a nice cruise. To be thorough, you drive on both city streets and highways. You take note of all the little nuances and potential problems you see. What’s that whirring sound? Why did it take so long to start up? Is the car pulling slightly to the left?
Some of your friends fall in love with the first car they test drive. Not you. You’re a little more cautious. You’ve purchased lemons before, cars that seemed great on the surface, but were rife with problems once you got home. Since a car is such a big ticket item, this is not something you want to rush. So you test drive countless cars before making a decision.
Sounds a little like dating, no?
Okay, it’s not an exact match, since cars only last several years or decades and a significant other could be with you for a lifetime. But the process of dating is sure similar. First, you identify what you want out of a date. Then you start looking, either in bars & clubs or on online dating sites. Then you go on a few dates - the test drives - with the hopes that you’ll find the car of your dreams.
Just a theory I’ve had racing in my head (no pun intended). What do you think? Does it work?
More Than Meets The Eyes
Should I Tell Her How I Feel?
The Play Date
Dogs, Cats, and the Art of Dating: Lessons from the Cab Ride
The Colorado Connection That Could Never Be
When Love Feels Like a DIY Project: The Fixer-Upper Dilemma
Why Men Marry Some Women and Not Others
Should You Settle?
Is There Hope For The Gender Gap?
Cheating is a Cop Out
The Dance of Second Chances
Let’s say you are in the market for a new car. You dumped your old one and would really like a new one now. What do you do?
First, you take inventory of what attributes you need and want out of a car. You know you need the basics: safety and reliability. Ideally, you’d love a sporty or luxury car, but with gas prices costing an arm, a leg, a thigh, and a few internal organs, you know you’re better off with a fuel-efficient one.
You go through this thought process with all of the attributes. Car or truck? Coupe or sedan? Base or enhanced trim? Small, mid-sized, or large? Color-wise, you’d really like a silver one. But you’re fine with blue or white too, even though everyone tells you white is high-maintenance because it gets dirty so easily.
Now that you’ve got a particular car in mind, your next step is to look through some classified ads. You may also ask your friends if they know of anyone selling a car too. This search can traverse both print and online. It takes time, but you want to make sure it’s a sound car.
After you’ve selected a few you’d like to try, it’s time for a test drive. You give the car a cursory check, then take it for a nice cruise. To be thorough, you drive on both city streets and highways. You take note of all the little nuances and potential problems you see. What’s that whirring sound? Why did it take so long to start up? Is the car pulling slightly to the left?
Some of your friends fall in love with the first car they test drive. Not you. You’re a little more cautious. You’ve purchased lemons before, cars that seemed great on the surface, but were rife with problems once you got home. Since a car is such a big ticket item, this is not something you want to rush. So you test drive countless cars before making a decision.
Sounds a little like dating, no?
Okay, it’s not an exact match, since cars only last several years or decades and a significant other could be with you for a lifetime. But the process of dating is sure similar. First, you identify what you want out of a date. Then you start looking, either in bars & clubs or on online dating sites. Then you go on a few dates - the test drives - with the hopes that you’ll find the car of your dreams.
Just a theory I’ve had racing in my head (no pun intended). What do you think? Does it work?
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08.01.2022
Fin de l'événement
08.01.2022
Travail sur les Appels à projet - Subventions
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17.12.2024 - 13:30
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17.12.2024 - 15:00
Trigger Pulling = Non Existent
Description
Why girls on dating websites don't know how to have a conversation
Why “we need to talk” should be happening in your relationship
Living With The One You Love
4 Ways To Be Really Rude While Instant Messaging
How Emo Updates Hurt Your Relationship
How Straightforwardness Got Him the Date
How to Keep Long-distance Relationships Alive
How to Find Love in 2025
Is Religion Important When Dating?
Keeping A Romantic Life As A Single Mom
7 Sure-Fire Ways To Get Over A Relationship
A long day at school… but the semester was is winding down. As I’m leaving campus, about to head home… I run into the Chinese Girl in the hallway.
We chat for a bit. ”Are you about to leave?” She aks.
“Yeah.”
“Oh… wait for me?”
“Alright.” She goes and grabs her stuff and we walk out together.
When we get outside the building I run into a couple of friends of mine who are laughing about a mistake they made in team project. I laugh wit them and chat with them for a bit, the Chinese Girl just lingers around too. Then, we head out…
We start walking. I’m headed to my train, she’s heading to hers… at a different station.
“No. Don’t go to that station. Come, get on my train with me.” I say… just to see if she will.
“Ummm…. ok!” She agrees and comes with me.
We get on the train, talk a bit more. I start to think about how I should push forward, but then I realize it’s getting late and I still need to call my brother – it is his birthday, and I decide to do nothing. When I get to my stop, I look at her and ask, “you going to be alright getting home safely?”
“Yeah…”
“Okay” I hug her, kiss her on the cheek and hop off the train. I call my brother and wish him happy birthday.. but it’s only a 10 min phone call max. Then, I’m home… by myself… with nothing really to do.
Why didn’t I just push for it? I could’ve tried to invite her over. I could’ve suggested we grab a bottle of wine and chill for a bit. Maybe she would’ve gone for it, maybe she wouldn’t have…. but I couldn’t help but to think I should’ve at least tried.
Why “we need to talk” should be happening in your relationship
Living With The One You Love
4 Ways To Be Really Rude While Instant Messaging
How Emo Updates Hurt Your Relationship
How Straightforwardness Got Him the Date
How to Keep Long-distance Relationships Alive
How to Find Love in 2025
Is Religion Important When Dating?
Keeping A Romantic Life As A Single Mom
7 Sure-Fire Ways To Get Over A Relationship
A long day at school… but the semester was is winding down. As I’m leaving campus, about to head home… I run into the Chinese Girl in the hallway.
We chat for a bit. ”Are you about to leave?” She aks.
“Yeah.”
“Oh… wait for me?”
“Alright.” She goes and grabs her stuff and we walk out together.
When we get outside the building I run into a couple of friends of mine who are laughing about a mistake they made in team project. I laugh wit them and chat with them for a bit, the Chinese Girl just lingers around too. Then, we head out…
We start walking. I’m headed to my train, she’s heading to hers… at a different station.
“No. Don’t go to that station. Come, get on my train with me.” I say… just to see if she will.
“Ummm…. ok!” She agrees and comes with me.
We get on the train, talk a bit more. I start to think about how I should push forward, but then I realize it’s getting late and I still need to call my brother – it is his birthday, and I decide to do nothing. When I get to my stop, I look at her and ask, “you going to be alright getting home safely?”
“Yeah…”
“Okay” I hug her, kiss her on the cheek and hop off the train. I call my brother and wish him happy birthday.. but it’s only a 10 min phone call max. Then, I’m home… by myself… with nothing really to do.
Why didn’t I just push for it? I could’ve tried to invite her over. I could’ve suggested we grab a bottle of wine and chill for a bit. Maybe she would’ve gone for it, maybe she wouldn’t have…. but I couldn’t help but to think I should’ve at least tried.
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24.01.2022
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24.01.2022
Webinaire exceptionnel
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Début de l'événement
04.03.2025
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04.03.2025
When Your Kids Don’t Like Your New Partner What Should You Do
Description
Is He Assertive or Just Angry?
Why I’m Done Playing by Traditional Dating Rules
Modern Romance: The New Dating Rules
Can You Spot the Four Types of Men Out There?
What to Do When a Friendship Becomes Toxic
How to Take Advantage of Being Single
He Acted Like He Was Still Single
Following My Dream Nearly Cost Me My Marriage
Cali Bradshaw
March 22, 2011 at 4:57 am #
Excellent moral of the story.
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Lo
March 22, 2011 at 5:16 am #
Um, can I date Single Steve? :) Winner.
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Cali Bradshaw
March 22, 2011 at 5:18 am #
He’s the bestest! And he even shared it on his fan page where I am getting a lot of nice comments and support. My night just got a little bit better :)
Single Steve
March 22, 2011 at 6:39 am #
Single Steve is single…
yohami
March 23, 2011 at 3:31 am #
Steve, check the shit test thing at hooking up smart
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Single Steve
March 23, 2011 at 8:13 pm #
“check the shit test thing at hooking up smart”
Um, what?
Cali Bradshaw
March 24, 2011 at 2:12 am #
Why I’m Done Playing by Traditional Dating Rules
Modern Romance: The New Dating Rules
Can You Spot the Four Types of Men Out There?
What to Do When a Friendship Becomes Toxic
How to Take Advantage of Being Single
He Acted Like He Was Still Single
Following My Dream Nearly Cost Me My Marriage
Cali Bradshaw
March 22, 2011 at 4:57 am #
Excellent moral of the story.
Reply
Lo
March 22, 2011 at 5:16 am #
Um, can I date Single Steve? :) Winner.
Reply
Cali Bradshaw
March 22, 2011 at 5:18 am #
He’s the bestest! And he even shared it on his fan page where I am getting a lot of nice comments and support. My night just got a little bit better :)
Single Steve
March 22, 2011 at 6:39 am #
Single Steve is single…
yohami
March 23, 2011 at 3:31 am #
Steve, check the shit test thing at hooking up smart
Reply
Single Steve
March 23, 2011 at 8:13 pm #
“check the shit test thing at hooking up smart”
Um, what?
Cali Bradshaw
March 24, 2011 at 2:12 am #
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14.03.2022
Fin de l'événement
14.03.2022