<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;A0QFRHg8cCp7ImA9WhZTGUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457435586553209967</id><updated>2011-03-24T05:21:55.678-07:00</updated><title>Disorganized Theories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disorganizedtheories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457435586553209967/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disorganizedtheories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ellsworth Primmer AKA Valkiryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02194171633744959373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0QFRHgyfip7ImA9WhZTGUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457435586553209967.post-1384560377307001724</id><published>2011-03-24T03:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T05:21:55.696-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-24T05:21:55.696-07:00</app:edited><title>Dating after the divorce.</title><content type='html'>So after a phone call with my ex-wife I have decided that since she was dating after a few months of our divorce I can not be mad. I wanted to, trust me I did. When she told me that I wanted to be angry. But I was not. I was actually quite happy. Not because I was dating, because I am not. But I was not mad because she was happy and in a relationship with a person that is able to give her everything I could not. I was happy because she was happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I took a look at myself. Am I ready to start dating? is it to soon? Is it a smart move being the hopeless romantic I am and the type of guy I am. Will it be smart to open myself up and start over. Just like her I deserve to be happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However after my first date I could not believe how bad I am at this whole dating game again. Here is how this went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few friends and I decided to hang out and watch some canceled T.V series created by Joss Whedon. Some of you might have seen it, Firefly. Yeah we love us some Firefly. SO we are all hanging out and since everyone there was with someone else, they got the bright idea to call up a single friend. Even after telling them no they decided my no meant "Yes". Some friends huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after deciding who to call they all agreed on 1 person. We will call her "Ashley" to keep real names out of it.  She drove over and when she walked in I just about dumped my beer over. Standing about 5'5 long, straight, strawberry blonde hair pulled up in a tight pony tail. And little make up on proving that unlike most girls I come across that you do not need to paint on your face to look beautiful. Athletic body with long killer legs. Needless to say I was stunned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking like a puppy with his head out the window my head spun as I took a double take. Reason? I was dead set on being the person that was put off by everything she did and said. Just to make sure nothing would have the possibility of happening. Be thought of as the "That jerk asshole from when we hung out" guy. But something else besides how she looked caught my eyes. Her shirt. Wearing a reddish D&amp;D shirt. And what did it say on the front you ask? Well right over her chest were 2 dice. Two 20 sided dice to be exact showing 20's up. With the words. "Yeah, they are natural" under them. Now I do not know about you other geeks out there, but any girl wearing that shirt gets my attention, not because of the sexual innuendo, but because of the level of win it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she walks in and I notice 1 more thing. On her purse is a button that says. "I love my gamer". Now being a gamer myself seeing a female who is into games or at least the culture is really, really cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now things are going great we are all having a blast watching Firefly, taking breaks to get some more to drink or just talking geek. From all of us declaring Chrono Cross is best RPG ever. To being the odd man out in our discussion of what Final Fantasy is better VII or VIII. That was till I convinced Ashley that VIII was better. And by the way IT IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are having a blast and both mine and her interest in the other person is growing so we exchange numbers and decide to go out on a date the following night. My friends are all happy that I was the one who asked for the date because they know how shy and quite I am around new people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the next week I meet her at one of our local Applebee's and that is when the disaster starts. As I go to give her a hug I spill her drink, as I apologize I go to sit down and fall out of the booth looking like an idiot. She laughs it off and all is good. Till our waiter comes over with the table next to ours food. I get up to go to the restroom and BAM run right into him causing him to dump the food on the floor to the other tables horror. I get up again apologize and tell the other table the reason for my clumsiness, being that I am on my first date since my divorce. They are easy going and I offer to pay for half their meal. As I come back I sit down at the wrong table and cause yet another couple to laugh really hard. Getting back to the RIGHT table I see Ashley busting out laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now our food gets brought to us and we get through the rest of the dinner with no mishaps. We walk out both of us our server and the other 2 tables who in a round about way were part of our date laughing a bit. Heading to a movie theater we get out of our cars and see the people who I looked like a fool in front of. Getting our tickets we all end up going to the same movie. Now in order to redeem myself I I get all of us together and explain everything again. But at the end I show them a few street magic tricks to show that I am not a complete moron. Amusing not only them but Ashley and some other people who gathered around us we had a blast as well. Looking like a new person I can see Ashley smile and stand closer to me. Reaching for my hand she looks up at me and smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie the 2 of us drive over to her house and call up our friends from the other night and all have a laugh on me. opening a case of beer and hanging out they asked her why she continued on the date when everything seemed to be going wrong and horrible. Her reply was simple. "Even though he was stumbling and having a bad day, he never lost his confidence." Kissing her good night I went home and promised that the next date we had would go a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a PSA to every person out there. No matter how bad a date is going never ever lose your confidence. Even if you have everything go wrong if you have confidence and it shows that is all that matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457435586553209967-1384560377307001724?l=disorganizedtheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disorganizedtheories.blogspot.com/feeds/1384560377307001724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disorganizedtheories.blogspot.com/2011/03/dating-after-divorce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457435586553209967/posts/default/1384560377307001724?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457435586553209967/posts/default/1384560377307001724?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disorganizedtheories.blogspot.com/2011/03/dating-after-divorce.html' title='Dating after the divorce.'/><author><name>Ellsworth Primmer AKA Valkiryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02194171633744959373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16318605607376660081'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0AGSH05eyp7ImA9WhZTFUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457435586553209967.post-887994780142656591</id><published>2011-03-19T14:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T14:22:09.323-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-19T14:22:09.323-07:00</app:edited><title>Back and some changes</title><content type='html'>So I have finally gotten off my butt and came back to this blog. I have been away for far to long. Went back and deleted all my other posts as they take away from the feel That I want this blog to have. Going to take this a different way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457435586553209967-887994780142656591?l=disorganizedtheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disorganizedtheories.blogspot.com/feeds/887994780142656591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://disorganizedtheories.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-and-some-changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457435586553209967/posts/default/887994780142656591?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457435586553209967/posts/default/887994780142656591?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disorganizedtheories.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-and-some-changes.html' title='Back and some changes'/><author><name>Ellsworth Primmer AKA Valkiryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02194171633744959373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16318605607376660081'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>