<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682989383874257497</id><updated>2024-10-24T04:55:08.629-07:00</updated><category term="dating websites"/><category term="Dress for success"/><category term="Humor"/><category term="Looking for Love"/><category term="Lost love"/><category term="Love and the internet"/><category term="Love is Blind"/><category term="Loves you cant forget"/><category term="Shallow factor"/><category term="Women&#39;s perspective / self image"/><category term="best foot forward"/><category term="empty nest"/><category term="ex-lovers"/><category term="internet dating"/><category term="memories about lovers"/><category term="middle aged"/><category term="online dating"/><category term="online dating sites"/><category term="re-defining yourself"/><category term="self esteem"/><category term="self-sabotage"/><category term="unrequited love"/><title type='text'>Dating the Worldwide Web</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682989383874257497/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Linda Clevenger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259155572601170116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682989383874257497.post-9065713831890737141</id><published>2018-05-27T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2020-04-09T23:48:28.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinch Me, I&#39;m Dreaming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;script async src=&quot;//pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;/script&gt;Hey, it could happen! &amp;nbsp;Let&#39;s say, I&#39;m in Small Town USA and decided to try to find my Mr. Right online. Of all the other socially available people who have signed on to dating sites, in the country, or even the world, I might just be one of the lucky ones who finds true love.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just by coincidence, for example, the kind of guy who is, attractive, financially comfortable, and emotionally available will be just as excited to discover ME, hundreds or thousands of miles away. The best part is how quickly he recognizes that I am the woman of &amp;nbsp;HIS dreams, and within a week&amp;nbsp;reveals that he is falling in love with me. &amp;nbsp;He bares his soul to me, in such a touching way I feel so lucky and special.&lt;br /&gt;
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His values are just like mine. He has a high paying job and respects me for the career I&#39;ve spent years building. &amp;nbsp;Of course, I could have managed my retirement without him but he is so serious about us having a future together, that he comes up with a business that we can both invest in and work toward.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this high tech digital age of emails who is old-fashioned enough to write long letters about who they are and what their dreams are? Why would he resist speaking on the phone? And how long did he wait before asking me to send him a check to show my commitment? Maybe I should just be committed to a mental institution for even considering it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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I know, I&#39;ve warned you before but here are some other red flags about people misrepresenting themselves:&lt;br /&gt;
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They tell you they know they are falling in love with you within the first 3 conversations you have. (usually by text or email.)&lt;br /&gt;
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They say no matter what size you are, (large or small) your appearance doesn&#39;t matter to them.&lt;br /&gt;
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They take too long to answer a simple question, or their response is often oddly worded. (Watch for errors in grammar as well, as they may be using a translator program because they don&#39;t actually speak English.)&lt;br /&gt;
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They tell you about some tragic situation that their wallet was stolen, and they are in danger in a foreign country so can you please send them a &quot;loan.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Marvin Gaye sang &quot;Believe&amp;nbsp;half of what you see, son, and none of what you hear.&quot; When it comes to internet dating, take your time getting to know someone. Don&#39;t believe everything just because you &quot;Heard it Through the Grapevine.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/feeds/9065713831890737141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/2018/05/pinch-me-im-dreaming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682989383874257497/posts/default/9065713831890737141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682989383874257497/posts/default/9065713831890737141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/2018/05/pinch-me-im-dreaming.html' title='Pinch Me, I&#39;m Dreaming!'/><author><name>Linda Clevenger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259155572601170116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682989383874257497.post-5123431401803278733</id><published>2014-08-25T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-11-18T03:13:16.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIRTUALLY YOURS</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4 style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;While surfing the internet, late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I bumped into a guy that seemed great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;He only said Hi, as others had tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;but to speak to THEM wasn&#39;t in-Nate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;He was truly a VIRTUAL man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And try as I wanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;He&#39;s way off in Ghana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So things didn&#39;t go quite as planned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Picture this: &amp;nbsp;You are chatting online with a guy (named Nate) who has great looking photograph on a dating site. He says the most charming things, including sharing his desire to find a soul mate. &amp;nbsp;Not that tall an order, right? Is it a mere coincidence that you found each other on this site, or were you profiled, as a middle aged financially secure but lonely woman to bilk money out of? Could you ever fall for a scam like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Hopefully not. &amp;nbsp;I had a conversation with a decent looking guy who said he was from Denmark, having moved here, to San Diego, with his 8 year old son after his wife died recently. (So SAD!) &amp;nbsp;A Civil Engineer, who was awaiting word on a contract that would take them both to South Africa soon. This was the first red flag. &amp;nbsp;Not that everyone who pulls romance based scams does so from Africa, but an alarming amount of &amp;nbsp;scams originate there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;When he told me that they moved to the beach area of San Diego, recently, I asked him which beach? He said, &quot;The one near the rocks.&quot; &amp;nbsp;The tide must have been out because I definitely started to smell something fishy. He might as well have said, &quot;The one near the ocean.&quot; for all the sense that made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Our virtual romance was brief, as I apparently didn&#39;t quite fit the financial profile he needed. &amp;nbsp;It wasn&#39;t until he updated his Yahoo profile that two other women came forward to warn everyone of his scams and alias&#39;s. &amp;nbsp;One of the rare times I was glad I had no money to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Then there was nice looking American soldier stationed in Afghanistan, who was planning on retiring soon, and wanted a good woman to come home to. The pictures of him and his buddies, the story about growing up here in the states, all seemed feasible. &amp;nbsp;What &amp;nbsp;seemed strange was how long it took him to text answers to the most simple questions, and his choice of words. &amp;nbsp;While we were talking about going to the beach one day and the type of bathing suit I have, he asked, &quot;Do your bossoms full?&quot; &amp;nbsp;Uh, yeah. &amp;nbsp;When I asked him if he spoke English as a second language, he said no. &amp;nbsp;So I asked him if his parents were from somewhere other than the U.S. He said, &quot;Oh yes, I am of mixed race. &amp;nbsp;My mother is from german and my father is italian.&quot; Where I come from that&#39;s not what we call mixed race. &amp;nbsp;I think the race was to Google Translate. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I started seeing his photograph on different dating sites, sporting different names. &amp;nbsp;Turns out whoever was in the photograph may have had no idea of his virtual profiles. &amp;nbsp;He was part of the &quot;Nigerian Fake Soldier Internet Romance Scam&quot; that claimed 375 female victims. &amp;nbsp;One of whom wired her &quot;virtual fiancee&quot; five hundred thousand dollars over three years time. &amp;nbsp;A Colorado woman and her 74 year old mother were sentenced to 27 years for their involvement in the scam which is thought to have netted over one million dollars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;So, while Internet dating sites may offer you more opportunities to find someone to love, consider who you give your heart or money to. &amp;nbsp;They may be only &quot;Virtually Yours.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/feeds/5123431401803278733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/2014/08/virtually-yours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682989383874257497/posts/default/5123431401803278733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682989383874257497/posts/default/5123431401803278733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/2014/08/virtually-yours.html' title='VIRTUALLY YOURS'/><author><name>Linda Clevenger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259155572601170116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682989383874257497.post-6547110455085354345</id><published>2012-07-18T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-18T22:56:50.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Cheatin Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;If you find yourself single after a fairly long relationship that failed, &amp;nbsp;perhaps it did so because of infidelity. The following observations will hopefully be of interest, whether it was you who looked elsewhere for what was missing, or your mate was the lousy two timer. &amp;nbsp;In that case what we are discussing here is what I like to call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;duplicity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;. &amp;nbsp;There&#39;s just no two ways about it, &amp;nbsp;in a relationship, it means betrayal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;It may have started out as an innocent flirtation with the cheater having no intention of taking it all the way to actual sex with someone else. &amp;nbsp;Even if it did culminate in a sneaky affair, they probably never intended for such an encounter to put their marriage in jeopardy. &amp;nbsp;IF they didn&#39;t get caught. &amp;nbsp;Either by the partner, or caught UP in the thrill of new sex. &amp;nbsp;It might have been due to actually having sex again, at all, for that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t you always wonder about the man with a beautiful wife who&#39;s caught stepping out with a woman who seems plain by comparison? &amp;nbsp;As if selecting someone, &amp;nbsp;plain &amp;nbsp;reduces the degree of crime. One of my all time favorite defense tactics, since I was a child and even sometimes now is, “I could have been worse!” “You got a D in math after all that tutoring we did ?!” My mother would say. &amp;nbsp;“Well at least I didn’t get “a--- F” like in English!“ (I could have been worse!) &amp;nbsp;Mr. Cheater would say...&quot;It was only sex! &amp;nbsp;Of course she’s not as pretty as you dear…just a mousy little thing really…who gets aroused when we’re naked together!&quot; &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s all about how the new person makes a cheater feel. &amp;nbsp;More sexy, more interesting, more attractive. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Maybe it was you that wandered. &amp;nbsp;One of the key factors to consider about committment here is expectation. &amp;nbsp;When things started out, you were never EXPECTING to be unhappily married. &amp;nbsp;You were not expecting your mate to change their physiological agenda to dis-include you by losing interest in sex with you. &amp;nbsp;How were you supposed to know, in your heart of hearts, &amp;nbsp;that the commitment made when you got married was, not to stray, no matter how utterly empty and thwarted the relationship became? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;What kind of marriage is that? &amp;nbsp;A contracted struggle to tolerate each other until death, do you part? &amp;nbsp;OR until one of you finally says “uncle.” &amp;nbsp;Once it has been recognized that you are miserable, rather than commit &lt;i&gt;duplicity&lt;/i&gt;, you should just head downtown to file for a separation or divorce and avoid being a cheater. It makes more sense than enduring a bad relationship for the long haul. &amp;nbsp;But then again, hind sight is 20/20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/feeds/6547110455085354345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/2012/07/your-cheatin-heart.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682989383874257497/posts/default/6547110455085354345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682989383874257497/posts/default/6547110455085354345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/2012/07/your-cheatin-heart.html' title='Your Cheatin Heart'/><author><name>Linda Clevenger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259155572601170116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682989383874257497.post-298639520126257793</id><published>2012-06-22T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-06-27T21:18:17.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
KNOW WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear Best Friend,&lt;br /&gt;
I know we have been avoiding each other, but I just wanted to tell you, that even if we aren’t speaking to each other because of our stupid fight, I would still cry if you died. That proves I love you.&lt;br /&gt;
Now don’t think that just because I cried when I saw that toothpaste commercial, crying doesn’t mean anything special. &amp;nbsp;I am very sensitive. I always try to respect your sensitivity too. &amp;nbsp;We have always had that unspoken rule, about never mentioning things that really hurt us to the bone. &amp;nbsp; When you said, in front of my family, that my blouse was too low cut and made me look slutty, &amp;nbsp;that hurt. &amp;nbsp;I would never go there. &amp;nbsp;That blouse was &amp;nbsp;MADE for my figure. &amp;nbsp;Just because one of your breasts is two sizes smaller than the other, and YOU couldn’t pull it off – I respect your personal style, anyway, and I still love &amp;nbsp;you.&lt;br /&gt;
I didn’t &amp;nbsp;hold it against you, when you never returned or replaced &amp;nbsp;my sea foam green cashmere sweater that you borrowed . Even after you ruined it by spilling red wine on it, I never mentioned how expensive it was, &amp;nbsp;did I? &amp;nbsp;You, on the other hand keep bringing up that plumb colored jacket of yours, that I borrowed right after you bought it. &amp;nbsp; You know I &amp;nbsp;MUST HAVE it and will NEVER return it, &amp;nbsp;because it doesn’t look that good on you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
A friend is described by Encarta Dictionary as: Someone who is not an enemy. &amp;nbsp;That certainly leaves a wide range of who friends are. &amp;nbsp;It’s a good thing there are shades of grey where &amp;nbsp;allies and enemies exist. &amp;nbsp;I tell my other friends, being &amp;nbsp;a friend is a balancing act between the “because of” reasons, and the in spite of traits. &amp;nbsp;They all say nobody can tell you anything, because you are such a huge gossip. &amp;nbsp; Like you &amp;nbsp;just, CAN’T keep your mouth shut! &amp;nbsp;What about that time you didn’t even mention to us about your husband cheating on you? Everyone in town &amp;nbsp;already knew about it. &amp;nbsp;Just ask them.&lt;br /&gt;
To think, we made friends at work. &amp;nbsp;This is the first time for me. &amp;nbsp;Remember, our first meeting for a &amp;nbsp;few beers after work? You really were on a fact finding mission for that promotion we were competing &amp;nbsp;for. &amp;nbsp;If I still believed, you should “beware the job-friend, “ &amp;nbsp;Wouldn’t I be mad at you for snaking the job out from under me? &amp;nbsp;I accept your tactics and still love you anyway. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
So now that I’ve made the effort to make up, I need a favor. &amp;nbsp;Could you either loan me the $500 I need to go on the company cruise, or put it on your credit card? &amp;nbsp;You know I’m good for it, and it’s not like you don’t know where I work or anything! &amp;nbsp;We can work something out for me to pay it back over time. &amp;nbsp;I just don’t want to miss out on the possibility of networking the Company Executives so another promotion doesn’t get away. &amp;nbsp;I know you know what I mean, and in a way, you owe me.&lt;br /&gt;
Your friend for life,&lt;br /&gt;
(Name changed to protect the Victim.)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;For those of us who are faced with dating
again after a long term relationship are discovering that it is nothing like
when we were young and searching for that certain exciting,&amp;nbsp; good looking, possible sex partner. (Not that
finding and succeeding with someone who fits that bill wouldn’t be fun.)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;By this time most of us don’t have to think
about starting a family, because our kids are already starting families of
their own.&amp;nbsp; When the kids are grown, well
educated and gone the “empty nest syndrome” that has been defined doesn’t often
mention the “empty relationship” that is no longer bound by duty.&amp;nbsp; Yet it is often undeniable.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;Suddenly we are single, starting over and mature, with time
to stop and look at ourselves. &amp;nbsp;Without
the agenda a family demands, what is left? &amp;nbsp;The opportunity to have a little fun? &amp;nbsp;To do things differently this time? How do we
go about finding someone when we have just begun to rediscover our (single) selves?
Take your time. Re-defining yourself isn’t easy, and it certainly is not
instantaneous.&amp;nbsp; If you don’t like your
appearance, do something about it! &amp;nbsp;Not
because of pressure from others, but because it will make you feel better about
yourself.&amp;nbsp; Try things you always wondered
about…sky diving – tap dancing – pottery.&amp;nbsp;
A friend of mine had terrific results going rock climbing in one of
those harness held rock wall places.&amp;nbsp; She
got really fast results in toning up AND met lots of very helpful hard bodied
men. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;While you are working
on yourself, and exploring the possibilities one way to start going out
socially is with group types of functions.&amp;nbsp;
If you bump into someone who you feel some chemistry with, it is a safe
environment to get to know them.&amp;nbsp; If you
don’t detect anyone special, you’ve made friends with many people who could end
up introducing you to someone down the road, and there’s no awkward rejection
from a one on one meeting.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;Most importantly, keep your expectations reasonable.&amp;nbsp; Be yourself without trying to be overly impressive.
Your “best foot forward” gets very tiring to present after a while.&amp;nbsp; You can be very likeable and comfortable
being the new real you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/feeds/939989993840075787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/2012/05/middle-aged-and-dating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682989383874257497/posts/default/939989993840075787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682989383874257497/posts/default/939989993840075787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/2012/05/middle-aged-and-dating.html' title='Middle Aged and Dating?'/><author><name>Linda Clevenger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259155572601170116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682989383874257497.post-4030774436076407073</id><published>2012-04-16T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-16T02:03:30.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-Life Crisis: A Matter of Perspective</title><content type='html'>There is randomness to life, like a crap shoot.&amp;nbsp; Just when you think you can relax because all the game pieces are now on the table, suddenly – the game has changed, the other player left, or changed the rules, (without telling you the new ones) and you have to start over again.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, your strategy will be to come out a winner, even though you fell through a trap door, like divorce.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it was a severe blow to your career or it could have been something much more personal, like re-evaluating how you have spent years of your life on the wrong bus, in endeavors that have left you flat.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;John Lennon said “Life is what happens to you, when you’re busy making other plans.” And sometimes this realization can create what is called a mid-life crisis.&amp;nbsp; In this great instant gratification country of ours, in our effort to become successful, we struggle for the best education, careers, status symbols or lifestyle, and of course relationships. &amp;nbsp;The accomplishment of these things, collectively or individually is often the way we measure our own worth and value as people.&amp;nbsp; The problem with instant gratification is, that it takes so long to get.&amp;nbsp; If it exists at all.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Decades after we went steady in the ninth grade, I tracked down my long lost boyfriend on the Internet.&amp;nbsp; Describing what had gone on since we last saw each other, he said, “After a fourteen year argument, my wife and I got a divorce.&amp;nbsp; She got the house and cars, and I got the major depression and sizeable drinking problem.”&amp;nbsp; He was always the comedian, but his humor pointed out to me how we struggle to keep the status quo, even staying in a bad relationship, (at least until the kids are grown) because it &amp;nbsp;represents failure if the marriage doesn’t work out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Now, that you’ve survived your separation / abandonment issues, reconciled yourself about getting laid off, or stepped up to the plate &amp;nbsp;and admitted that you could never have been self-actualized without attempting to accomplish your life’s dream, &amp;nbsp;don’t be shy, go ahead and take a run at it! &amp;nbsp;From the first generation that refused to get old, it’s never too late to go for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Life is really all about change. When unexpected events change your course you may feel great despair or sometimes, anger.&amp;nbsp; As “The Borg” stated on &lt;i&gt;Startrek, the Next Generation&lt;/i&gt;, “Resistance is Futile.” &amp;nbsp;Ultimately you are going to have to adjust to these changes anyway or you’ll end up getting beat down on the playing field, exhausted and unfulfilled. &amp;nbsp;The expression, when God closes a door, He opens a window…might mean He opens a government grant that enables you to go back to school, and explore new goals in your life. &amp;nbsp;Being on your own liberates you from the limiting expectations of others, and lets you discover good things about yourself that you might never have known. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It is all a matter of perspective.&amp;nbsp; Go ahead and decide to be happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/feeds/4030774436076407073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/2012/04/mid-life-crisis-matter-of-perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682989383874257497/posts/default/4030774436076407073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682989383874257497/posts/default/4030774436076407073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/2012/04/mid-life-crisis-matter-of-perspective.html' title='Mid-Life Crisis: A Matter of Perspective'/><author><name>Linda Clevenger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259155572601170116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682989383874257497.post-1702585122162195170</id><published>2012-03-26T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-26T08:07:56.052-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Looking for Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love is Blind"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shallow factor"/><title type='text'>WHAT&#39;S ATTRACTIVE?  ARE YOU TOO PICKY?</title><content type='html'>If you are actively swimming in the “dating pool” looking for your soul mate or just a few no strings attached casual social dates, you will probably agree that physical attraction is &amp;nbsp;fairly important. &amp;nbsp;After all, being seen out and about with an “UGGO” could reflect badly on you, should someone from, say, &amp;nbsp;your workplace happen to see you.&lt;br /&gt;
In a world of media and advertising it is possible that constant exposure to young, too thin, super sexy models has made us a little bit shallow and too picky? &amp;nbsp;Looks certainly aren’t everything, and beauty can be more than on the surface. &amp;nbsp;If your dating site says you share much compatibility, with someone, don’t avoid checking them out -- even if they are not exactly gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe we should examine our own requirements and expectations of who qualifies as attractive. &amp;nbsp;In an earlier blog, I mentioned the importance of having a good profile photograph, because if you are not photogenic, you could be thrown out of consideration, based on looks.&lt;br /&gt;
If your picture is shot from the viewpoint of your pot belly in the foreground, and a telephone pole growing out of your head, PLEASE do yourself a favor and get another picture to put up on your profile! &amp;nbsp;If your picture is too casual, taken while you were sitting around in lumpy sweats in need of a haircut, pull that picture. &amp;nbsp;Even if you believe it reflects how you pretty much look most of the time, think of your profile picture as a SPECIAL Occasion. &amp;nbsp;It will say,” I think searching for romance is worth getting fixed up for.” to the person browsing your profile.&lt;br /&gt;
Most of us have seen or know someone who is totally off base in their demands. &amp;nbsp;A fat, balding past middle aged man who makes insulting remarks because a woman is a few pounds heavier than before she had 3 kids. &amp;nbsp;Yet he can’t understand why no 25 year old “hotties” will go out with him. &amp;nbsp;Or a woman who is perfectly satisfied to be 60 pounds overweight, dumping the guy who took her out to a restaurant of her choice when she noticed his large bald spot.&lt;br /&gt;
Back when personals ads in print form were being pioneered, I was talking to a guy who had responded to my ad. &amp;nbsp;We both agreed talking on the phone a few times was a good way to get to know each other, to decide if we wanted to meet. &amp;nbsp; There were no photos to peruse, just several hour long conversations, where we matched wits, laughed, and flirted. &amp;nbsp;We agreed to meet for dinner. &amp;nbsp;When I first got a look at him, he was at least 20 years older than I expected, but not someone I would have considered for a date. &amp;nbsp;He was a fascinating man who had seen the most remote parts of the world, &amp;nbsp;who’s manners were impeccable with a great sense of humor. I never regretted getting “tricked” into going out with him.&lt;br /&gt;
Finding the right someone can be so elusive, so don’t place limitations on who you will consider. &amp;nbsp;It may keep love from finding you.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/feeds/1702585122162195170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/2012/03/whats-attractive-are-you-too-picky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682989383874257497/posts/default/1702585122162195170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682989383874257497/posts/default/1702585122162195170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/2012/03/whats-attractive-are-you-too-picky.html' title='WHAT&#39;S ATTRACTIVE?  ARE YOU TOO PICKY?'/><author><name>Linda Clevenger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259155572601170116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682989383874257497.post-541684246413353025</id><published>2012-01-08T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T07:39:07.941-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating websites"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dress for success"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="self esteem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="self-sabotage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Women&#39;s perspective / self image"/><title type='text'>DOES THIS SKIRT MAKE ME LOOK FAT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;FASHION &amp;amp; FIGURES: &amp;nbsp;BEYOND SELF-SABOTAGE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Does this skirt make me look fat?&amp;nbsp; That is a question that is ripe with opportunity.&amp;nbsp; The skirt has little to do with the answer being sought.&amp;nbsp; It is a kind of insecure mind game that runs through a woman’s mind as she is getting ready to go out to a public place.&amp;nbsp; (She doesn’t ask that question when she’s padding around the house in a pair of furry slippers and an old terrycloth bathrobe!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;A friend of mine who was a reasonable size 9-10 would always ask me that question.&amp;nbsp; Didn’t matter where we were going, or what she was wearing, she simply needed to hear that she looked fine in what she had on.&amp;nbsp; Correction, not “&lt;i&gt;fine&lt;/i&gt;” as in “You look &lt;i&gt;FINE,” or “How are you? “FINE.”&amp;nbsp; And not, “Hey baby, you sho look FINE!” but rather, Good.”&amp;nbsp; Yeah, that looks…good.”&amp;nbsp; “Are you SURE?” she’d follow with.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Now, that’s where the fun begins.&amp;nbsp; “You know, fat &amp;nbsp;is in the eye of the beholder.” I’d say.&amp;nbsp; What’s fat to you, might be slim to others. Didn’t you just lose 6 pounds?”&amp;nbsp; She’d strain her neck doing a “Linda Blair Exorcist” head turn to see her rear in the mirror.&amp;nbsp; “What size is it?”&amp;nbsp; I’d ask.&amp;nbsp; “WHY?” she’d turn to look me in the eye.&amp;nbsp; “I don’t know, does it feel…tight, or anything?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Unzipping it now, she’d breathe an exasperated sigh. &amp;nbsp;“Hey, some guys LIKE a big behind…” I’d grin.&amp;nbsp; “Don’t change now, we’re going to be late!” Out comes an array of hopefully, “Not fat” &amp;nbsp;clothes. “ I lost 5 pounds, and&amp;nbsp; now you tell me I still look fat?” she is in a changing frenzy.&amp;nbsp; “Nol I never said that!” It doesn’t matter, because she’s not listening to me anymore anyway.&amp;nbsp; I don’t know what I would have done, if her skirt really DID make her look fat.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;“Okay, I’ll wear this.” She decides on a teal skirt with the slit on the side.&amp;nbsp; “Perfect!” I agree.&amp;nbsp; I’ve always loved that on you, and they won’t remember you wore it last time we came over.”&amp;nbsp; “DID I?” “Well, &amp;nbsp;I’m not sure if you did or not.” I say. “ Maybe it was just that Julie was wearing that teal colored sweater that matches you perfectly.&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah, AND the ‘80’s sofa set in the clubhouse.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;“You know, I’m really thinking of&amp;nbsp; missing their party after all. I don’t have ANY thing to wear.”&amp;nbsp; She sighs.&amp;nbsp; “Nonsense!&amp;nbsp; You know they always have great parties!”&amp;nbsp; I remind her.&amp;nbsp; “Here put this on.”&amp;nbsp; I hand her the original skirt she started with. She doesn’t notice, and slips into it, only now she’s wearing different shoes, with a higher heel. “Yeah, this looks good with these shoes.”&amp;nbsp; She says.&amp;nbsp; She’s got jewelry, a purse, the shoes, a nice jacket, she looks hot.&amp;nbsp; She smiles confidently and says “THIS doesn’t make me look fat, does it?” I stand behind her, holding my hand up, as if to shield my eyes from the site of her. “Oh My God!” I blurt out, “YOU ARE HUGE! &amp;nbsp;CAN YOU GET THROUGH THE DOOR?&amp;nbsp; There’s NO WAY I’m going to be seen ANYWHERE with you with the size of that…GEEZUS!”&amp;nbsp; “Okay, okay,” she says. “I get your point.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/feeds/541684246413353025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/2012/01/does-this-skirt-make-me-look-fat.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682989383874257497/posts/default/541684246413353025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682989383874257497/posts/default/541684246413353025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/2012/01/does-this-skirt-make-me-look-fat.html' title='DOES THIS SKIRT MAKE ME LOOK FAT?'/><author><name>Linda Clevenger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259155572601170116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682989383874257497.post-2912155397221604268</id><published>2010-12-10T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-04-21T17:36:52.438-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ex-lovers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lost love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Loves you cant forget"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memories about lovers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="unrequited love"/><title type='text'>The One That Got Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;I’m not talking about that “&lt;i&gt;gi-normous&lt;/i&gt;” fish that nobody got to see, who threw &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; back when you couldn’t reel him in. (Although there are similarities here.)&amp;nbsp; I’m not talking about the unimportant “also rans” in your relationship history. The one that got away came as a big disappointment when it didn’t work out. Maybe you made a decision that you’ll regret for the rest of your life and let them get away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Have you ever noticed that pain doesn’t reproduce itself in your memory? Sure, you remember that it hurt but our brains have a kind of &amp;nbsp;selective amnesia that keeps us from having to re-experience the actual pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;With the one that got away syndrome&amp;nbsp;you just never seem to let go of the memory of what might have been. If love is where the heart is (in theory) our hearts also seem to have selective amnesia about how bad the relationship was and how much pain we went through during the break-up.&amp;nbsp; Memories about the&lt;i&gt;m&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;almost never include those rude insensitive arguments, or how over-demanding and impossible to please they were. All of that goes away, and is replaced with a romanticized, anesthetized memory of &amp;nbsp;that person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;The one that got away can become so idealized in our memory that there is a danger of using them as a standard to gauge someone new that we are seeing. This is unfair, because there is no way anyone can measure up to a memory.&amp;nbsp; Maybe you’ve had the experience of pining away over pictures of your ex and you, taken during the good times.&amp;nbsp; How could that happy couple in those pictures ever break up? The answer is simple.&amp;nbsp; Nobody was taking snapshots of her keying your car, in a jealous psychotic rage. Nobody was there to capture pictures of her irritating voice, and constant nagging. Where are the pictures of&amp;nbsp; him never being able to keep a job for more than a month? Or coming out of a bar with some skank that night you were supposed to be working? How do you take pictures of one more night of unsatisfactory sex? The pictures in your memory become more and more soft focus as the years go by.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Keeping a little shrine in your memory about this lost relationship can be threatening to finding long term happiness in a new one. &amp;nbsp;The first place to look for it is within your own heart.&amp;nbsp; Do you believe that no relationship could ever be as good as your “one that got away?” They’re long gone, but in your heart, you never let them go. The old “Is it &lt;i&gt;real or is it memorex&lt;/i&gt;?” commercial said it all.&amp;nbsp; If they were so great why didn’t it work out? Don’t hold back on the pleasure of your mate who’s here and now in favor of someone who was clearly never meant to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Does your partner have a &lt;i&gt;supreme&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;memory of &amp;nbsp;his long lost love in your daily existence?&amp;nbsp; This can feel like you are sharing him /or her even if they haven’t seen each other in ages. Its insulting to have to compete with the memory of someone who has probably moved on after realizing the relationship would never culminate for long term.&amp;nbsp; If you can think of your partner’s fixation with their old boy/girlfriend as idealized, it isn’t much different than them having a pin-up of a movie star on the wall.&amp;nbsp; The movie star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;may appreciate having a fan, but could care less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;about what is ancient history with someone who didn&#39;t work out. &amp;nbsp;Try being the kind of mate who is unforgettable in the here and now, and those old memories will be replaced with new ones you will create over the years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/feeds/2912155397221604268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-that-got-away.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682989383874257497/posts/default/2912155397221604268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7682989383874257497/posts/default/2912155397221604268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlinedatingoronlinehating.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-that-got-away.html' title='The One That Got Away'/><author><name>Linda Clevenger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259155572601170116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682989383874257497.post-4106435600636045199</id><published>2010-12-06T19:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-26T10:13:27.500-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating websites"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="internet dating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love and the internet"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="online dating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="online dating sites"/><title type='text'>Dating the World Wide Web</title><content type='html'>In the past people tended to pick the best prospect to hook &amp;nbsp;up with from a very small pool of people; &amp;nbsp;people you worked with, where the pool of appropriate age single people might be only three or four, people you got &quot;fixed up&quot; with, by friends or (God forbid) your mother, or someone you thought looked really good after three or four&amp;nbsp;cocktails on girls night out, (or while out with the boys.)&lt;br /&gt;
Now we can pick from&amp;nbsp;the whole WORLD WIDE WEB of prospects. Dating on the internet is a little bit like Hoover Dam being held off&amp;nbsp; by the poor little boy with his finger in the (no pun intended) dyke.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
Here are some observations I made about who&#39;s out there and why it is harder still to find the right person.&amp;nbsp; When you think of whom you want in a mate, besides being tall, blonde, with a good sense of humor, consider this:&lt;br /&gt;
First, they must be “computer literate.”&amp;nbsp; They must have internet access, an email address, own a digital camera, and know how to upload the right type of photo files, (jpeg, gif, etc.) to their computers.&lt;br /&gt;
They must be photogenic.&amp;nbsp; Some people, for some reason, look really unattractive in photographs.&amp;nbsp; Even with ideal conditions and professional lighting they just don’t photograph well.&amp;nbsp; If a picture speaks a thousand words, one thing it will scream is any slight imperfection.&amp;nbsp; Being slightly over-weight, or balding, too large a shadow under that “distinctive” nose gets thrown into the “no thank you!” pile without a second look.&lt;br /&gt;
Dating websites’ questionnaires are designed to bring out a member’s personality type or interesting qualities but your prospect better have a flair for writing too.&amp;nbsp; The bio they write about themselves should be an inventory of all their own strong points and a wish list of who their ideal partner would be.&amp;nbsp; If they’ve managed the tech-y side of signing up, and uploaded a &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;photogenic&lt;/i&gt; picture of themselves, wrote a decent bio (with no major spelling or grammar errors, beware of the &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;shallow&lt;/i&gt; factor.&lt;br /&gt;
They must not be SO shallow as to demand that YOU be gorgeous, have (only) a trim, athletic build, are &amp;nbsp;independently wealthy, and have no vices whatsoever…Please, also be &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;emotionally available.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Good luck to us all.&lt;br /&gt;
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