tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55591092021-10-19T08:23:19.263-04:00Diatribe of a Mad Atlanta DaterUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger271125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-51385390007251608562010-04-01T09:44:00.008-04:002010-07-03T02:59:58.790-04:00

... without another blog post. No, this is not an April Fool's Day Joke. But damn, April Fool's Day is the perfect day to bring back this blog, no?Yeah, It's been a minute since I wrote here. I moved to the land of No Black Men aka San Francisco (what up with that?) and have since planted a Mad Dater Flag on many countries (I like'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Hatian... or Irish or English

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I can't say that I am anything else but angry right now. I woke up at 2:30AM to get some work done. I procrastinated, and just when I decided that it was time to take a nap before working my mother calls at 4AM.I prepared myself to hear that my grandmother had passed away. And then I thought, "What if something happened to my brother?". So I called my voicemail and it was my mother, "Something

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Ok, I've stopped crying, I've removed the pizza place from speed dial and I've put down the Ben and Jerry's ice cream - it's time to rebuild. I've put the treadmill that I bought for my birthday into heavy use. And I feel sweaty and good. I'm gonna be better, stronger, faster and most importantly hotter.I remember when I broke up with Vidal Sassoon Bastard (If you didn't look good, he didn't

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Don't think that behind our tough girl image we aren't still girls. Do you think our hearts don't break also? Do you think we don't need your shoulders to cry on... too? Behind the woman drinking shots with you, behind the woman paying for your lap dance at the strip club, behind the woman talking shit to you while beating your ass at poker is a woman who is just as vunerable as the next chick.

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The following is an email sent to Dr. Love Bastard / Dr. Sigmund Bastard about the post: This Is Not The Email You Want To Get The Day After Valentine's. He called me after receiving my response to the email (see the comments from that post) and said, "Well you 'quote un-quote broke up with me' " & "We never had a conversation about it. You simply said you were done." I responded, "Well,

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This post was inspired by the great list on the Two Guys Blogging post: Ladies, just once in a while.... Post your own list of things you wish that men/ladies would do "Once in a While". Leave me a link in the comments if ya do.Fellas, Just Once in a While:...when your lady comes home have dinner ready, give her a foot rub and don't expect that you'll be getting a BJ in return...give your lady

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It's days like this that I'm reminded that no matter how tough I try to act. I am still a girl who can get her feelings hurt.I was in love last year. I was in love with Dr. Love Bastard (aka Dr. Sigmund Bastard). I'm currently on a I Don't Love Him Diet since I'm not his The One. And more importantly, I've recently realized that he is not my The One.And getting the following email from him to

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This is Part Two of the blog post: His Old Lady With The Shoe"AaArrRrGgGHhhh, AaArrRrGgGHhhh. AaArrRrGgGHhhh!!!" is a sound that only Chewbacca from Star Wars should make. "AaArrRrGgGHhhh!!!!!" is not the sound that a sane person makes. And "AaArrRrGgGHhhh!!!!!" is not the sound that you want to hear from an angry woman with a shoe in her hand heading towards you.No human should be able to

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Nothing says, "Bitch! That's my husband" better than a being hit with a shoe. Though from experience, I can also tell you that being hit with a shoe can also say: "Shut up, you smart ass kid". Especially if you start a sentence with: "Well if you wanted it done right, you should have done it yourself," and my mom is holding the shoe.Clearly, the woman who was about to hit me with her shoe meant

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I can't help but be a little jealous that He's Like a Brother to Me just got back from Jamaica. My dad had plans to spend his retirement in Jamaica. Jamaica was supposed to be Our Place... Our Escape.He had retired last year and this period in his life was supposed to be the reward for all his years of working hard. This was supposed to be the period in his life when he could relax, write,

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Beverage Boy sent me this email after reading the post to this dating blog where I vented about his girlfriend: WTF is Wrong With These Jealous Bitches?!:To: Wonder Girl (aka Mad Dater)From: Beverage BoySubject: What's up?Wonder Girl,What up?! First let me apologize for changing your name in my phone. It had been changed back to (Your Name) from (Guy Looking Name) when I heard your tone at

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This is an archived post. Please read my more recent posts to this dating blogSo let me just lay the facts out for you right up front:My mother left us a few days before my junior year of college was to start. I wasn't home when she left; I had been out playing Grown Folks Games with the guy I was dating at the time. He drove me home at about 3 am and when we turned the corner onto my block, my

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Jealously makes absolutely no sense to me. Like I've said before: Everyone has fans. Deal with it! There'll always be someone who finds The One Your With attractive... especially if you find them attractive. Deal with it! There'll always be people who cheat. Deal with it!And by deal with it, I don't mean checking your man's cell phone, email or underwear (if that's your thing). And by deal

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The comments on the blog post: relationship expiration dates got me thinking... when you do get to the end of a relationship, how do you end it properly?Each person has their own way of ending things. My mother broke up with my family by showing up less and less. She'd spend more and more time away from the family. First simply phoning in dinner recipes for me and my brother to cook while in

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My brother and I were really close growing up. So close that people used to think that were boyfriend and girlfriend because we were always together. When we were younger we watched cousin argue with cousin and uncle argue with uncle and promised each other that when we grew up we'd never be like that. We'd never fight. We'd never let the time come when we wouldn't speak to each other over

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This is an archived post. Please read my more recent posts to this dating blogYes, I have been on a dating hiatus of sorts. I've relegated the one dude who I am interested in to IM/Text Messaging only. It took all the convincing in the world by He's Like a Brother to Me (ie - a long gimlet filled lunch at Fox Sports Grill) to get me to go to Leopard Lounge last Thursday. And when I got

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In her blog post : Oh.. by the way, I am not into you Neenee pondered: ...This issue of dating someone for a while, sleeping with them, and just when the relationship is about to enter into serious coupledom, one of the parties says, "Yea, I am just not feeling it. You are great and everything, but I am not feeling what I should be feeling." date - like: "Good for 4 Months of Hot Buttered Sex"

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This is part of a series of Wednesday posts to my dating blog called: The More Introspective Mad Dater - Thanks for the suggestion Van Vader. See also: Last Friday's Dating Blog Post Was Supposed to be Funny.How do you deal with hurt that is new to you? How do you deal with betrayal by a loved one... when you are only a child... In a healthy way?Fourth grade began with my parents asking my

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Yes, I have often proved the opposite to be true... by messing around with friends such as Dr. Love Bastard and Beverage Boy. But I do believe that men and women can be friends.Case in point: He's Like a Brother To Me - who I've been friends with for 10 years now. He loves me warts, quirks & all, laughs at my idiosyncrasies and never treats me like a "girl" when we're hanging with his boys (

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I'm not meant to have a menage a trois. I'll probably never have a threesome because the reality of "diving for pearls" is not appealing to me. But that's not to say I haven't attempted The Threesome.There was the time when I was hanging out with Lame Excuse Bastard at East Side Lounge and I asked a certain regular, Ms. Shows Her Breasts, if she was down for the Three. Ms. Shows Her Breasts

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It was supposed to be about my last year of dating. I had it all planned in my head Thursday night. And then I woke up Friday morning to the sound of my cell phone ringing (actually it's my dad's cell phone). And God, I couldn't help myself, I hoped it was my Dad calling to wish me Happy Birthday on his cell phone. Which is a feat that could only be possible if my life were the movie

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Ok Kids... so here it is: A Dating Blog Contest For The Mad Dater's Return to Blogging.Prize: An iPod ShuffleHow to play: Read the blog and email me the answers to the questions.Rules: You have until Feb. 9th 2006 to send me the answers. The winning entry answers all of the questions correctly (or is the closest). In the event of more than one entry being correct. I'll pick the winner who

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Just wanted to let everyone know that yes, the Mad Dater Blog officialy returns Monday And what would a re-launch be without a contest? Well I guess it would be just a re-launch. But I digress.Hmm, I know you're thinking: "But you've already started blogging again." Well, the last few posts have just been a warm up. This Blogger's gotta get her groove back too.To all the old readers: Thanks

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So how much Frivolous Dating Time do you have left before you're dragging someone down the aisle?OK, so those damn eHarmony commercials got to me. And damn, if I didn't spend 45 minutes filling out that never ending questionnaire. And damn if didn't start getting responses from people who were "on paper" really compatible to me.So what did I do? Did I agree to meet the would be dates? Nope. Why?

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Read my most recent posts to this dating blogWell if Public Enemy's own Flavor Flav has a reality show where wannabe strippers fight over him (as one contestant said: "It's like a ghetto prom"), and women can blame their wedding jitters on being kidnapped, it's only fitting that a site like Wedding Betting exists.The Wedding Betting website allows you to post wedding announcements, then others

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