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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047061876905916302</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2012 17:00:20 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>funny relationship stories</category><category>boyfriend</category><category>funny stories</category><category>worst relationship</category><category>Penny for your thoughts</category><category>Hottie or Husband?</category><category>Midnight Cleaning</category><category>losers</category><category>men worst relationship</category><category>Commitment</category><category>boyfiend</category><category>relationships</category><category>win him over</category><category>date</category><category>closed for busines</category><category>single women</category><category>sex</category><category>always single</category><category>get my ex back</category><category>girls</category><category>funny pics</category><category>dating drama</category><category>dating</category><category>myspace</category><category>still single</category><category>how to get him back</category><category>online dating</category><category>single date</category><category>Shave your legs and he will come</category><category>lust</category><category>humor</category><category>romance</category><category>women</category><category>divorce</category><category>romantic</category><category>boyfriends</category><category>humor stories</category><category>ego</category><category>attractive women</category><category>girlfriends</category><category>boyfriend lying</category><category>humorous photos</category><category>social networks</category><category>ex boyfriend</category><category>gerbils</category><category>humor blog</category><category>get him back</category><category>humor writer</category><category>relationship drama</category><category>men</category><category>coffee</category><category>lying boyfriend</category><category>cheap skate</category><category>love</category><category>boyfriend humor</category><category>jerks</category><category>text messages</category><category>prince charming</category><category>how to meet sexy men</category><category>baggage</category><title>My Man Wars</title><description>My Man Wars....UNCUT</description><link>http://www.mymanwars.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Janice)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/HowNotToGetADate" /><feedburner:info uri="hownottogetadate" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047061876905916302.post-5840548228651265370</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2011 00:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-28T12:10:03.418-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dating</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boyfiend</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">losers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boyfriend lying</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men worst relationship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">date</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ex boyfriend</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lust</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boyfriends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">women</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ego</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baggage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">worst relationship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boyfriend</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny relationship stories</category><title>Did I Do That?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QmXUJKT1AjnNmMjOQRnko6FKKhA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QmXUJKT1AjnNmMjOQRnko6FKKhA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QmXUJKT1AjnNmMjOQRnko6FKKhA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QmXUJKT1AjnNmMjOQRnko6FKKhA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YamAVGDfY14/TpYvkwDHq6I/AAAAAAAAANI/xikbpvLhmPY/s1600/26743c0odpa9cqf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YamAVGDfY14/TpYvkwDHq6I/AAAAAAAAANI/xikbpvLhmPY/s320/26743c0odpa9cqf.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I shifted in my thinking for a bit, and from time to time we all do it! &lt;br /&gt;
We become so hard on ourselves that we think every thing and any &lt;br /&gt;
thing is our fault....Until, someone who knows us a little better than &lt;br /&gt;
the last person can shed some light on the subject......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Short story....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Guy and girl walk into a bar. &lt;br /&gt;
Guy is sitting with girl.&lt;br /&gt;
Girl is so happy she is with guy.&lt;br /&gt;
Guy&amp;nbsp;buys her drinks.&lt;br /&gt;
Guy smiles at her. &lt;br /&gt;
Guy kisses her. &lt;br /&gt;
Girl is feeling pretty damn good. &lt;br /&gt;
Guy walks away to buy more drinks.&lt;br /&gt;
Girl is wondering what is taking so long so&amp;nbsp; buys her own drink.&lt;br /&gt;
Guys comes back and says "hi, be right back" &lt;br /&gt;
Girl smiles and says okay. &lt;br /&gt;
Guy never comes back.&lt;br /&gt;
Girl looks for guy. &lt;br /&gt;
Guy is talking to another girl. closely.&lt;br /&gt;
Girl asks "whatcha doing?" &lt;br /&gt;
Guy gets mad. &lt;br /&gt;
Girl gets mad. &lt;br /&gt;
Guy goes outside. &lt;br /&gt;
Girl goes outside. &lt;br /&gt;
Girl is now wondering WTF? &lt;br /&gt;
Guy walks away. &lt;br /&gt;
Girl chases him. &lt;br /&gt;
Guy ignores her. &lt;br /&gt;
Girl calls. text. calls. text. &lt;br /&gt;
Guy ignores her. &lt;br /&gt;
Girl feels bad for days. Thinking it was her fault. &lt;br /&gt;
Guy is drinking beer and scratching his balls. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Moral of the story.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He wanted a reason to break it off, because he has &lt;a href="http://www.mymanwars.com/2009/04/baggageor-too-much-information.html"&gt;baggage&lt;/a&gt;!!! and felt better &lt;br /&gt;
by making it her fault!&amp;nbsp;So, asked by another guy..."And he's gone?" &lt;br /&gt;
Yep!&lt;br /&gt;
"okay done, what's next?" &lt;br /&gt;
That was all it took. &lt;br /&gt;
Girl deserves better. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047061876905916302-5840548228651265370?l=www.mymanwars.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~4/D4RPe4npN_Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~3/D4RPe4npN_Y/did-i-do-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Janice)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YamAVGDfY14/TpYvkwDHq6I/AAAAAAAAANI/xikbpvLhmPY/s72-c/26743c0odpa9cqf.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mymanwars.com/2011/10/did-i-do-that.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047061876905916302.post-3520991975820328230</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Aug 2011 18:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-04T11:28:27.129-04:00</atom:updated><title>Warning: Alcohol Consumption Constitutes Sexual Activity</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uAnsiAya16KwgOe11bMd1FJu4Ck/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uAnsiAya16KwgOe11bMd1FJu4Ck/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;"There are only two times I drink beer, when I'm alone or with someone else" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I wasn't sure how I wanted to write this particular post. It seemed any way I thought of words to type, I came out looking like a hooker or Jezebel looking for a good time.&amp;nbsp; The best form in getting my message across, the title says it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Most women will not admit this, but I on the other hand, usually have no shame in being me and what I'm about. We drink alcohol and become completely open and honest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I become EXTREMELY touchy. Let me clarify, I know my limits. If I am indeed&amp;nbsp;dating &amp;nbsp;someone or, (referencing this post) sleeping with someone, they will be&amp;nbsp;receiving &amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp; drunk sexual prowl. If however I am single and not dating at the moment, you can find me in a bar on occasions with a glass or two of wine, wrapping it up by 10pm and calling it a night. I do not trust myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Take notice how often people blame the alcohol for the promiscuity. In fact that's really what we want, but to afraid to ask for before the buzz kicks in and the alcohol takes us to heightened pleasures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;If you see me out, drunk, my man is not far behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The more we drink the more uninhibited we become. It's a proven fact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047061876905916302-3520991975820328230?l=www.mymanwars.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~4/DX2MB4zXOFc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~3/DX2MB4zXOFc/warning-alcohol-consumption-constitutes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Janice)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JxzN57BlKKI/Tk6qBSiLJiI/AAAAAAAAANE/C_THpsYPI4Y/s72-c/drink.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mymanwars.com/2011/08/warning-alcohol-consumption-constitutes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047061876905916302.post-7567272455322738994</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Aug 2011 21:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-16T17:05:38.935-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">women</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">divorce</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romantic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ego</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">always single</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boyfriend</category><title>The top 5  " Wanna be" boyfriends!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NqLtI4VIFG_UJY3ifeiqrRzJ30E/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NqLtI4VIFG_UJY3ifeiqrRzJ30E/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NqLtI4VIFG_UJY3ifeiqrRzJ30E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NqLtI4VIFG_UJY3ifeiqrRzJ30E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The top 5  " Wanna be" boyfriends!&lt;br /&gt;
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1. The True Romantic&lt;br /&gt;
This guy is all about romance. He may or may not have been married before but I guarantee somewhere along the lines he had a long relationship with a women (even if it was only with his mother). All he wants to do is cuddle, cuddle and cuddle so more. He will bring you flowers when you are down. Soup when you are sick. Best of all he will tolerate any abuse you give him (ignoring him brings him closer). This is a tough one to get rid of, the problem is you probably really like him as a friend. Spare him the chase (and his feelings) by being upfront with him about your non romantic feelings for him. trust me this will save you a lot of heartache and his heartbreak in the future. If he can't handle just being friends, assure him you understand and run!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2. The Busted Ego&lt;br /&gt;
This wanna be is way to cool to show you he is a sap. He has had his ego busted (not heart) by one to many women and is willing to do anything to bring it back. Just when you thought " I might like this one" wham! he brings out the ego. He just needs it stroked. So stroke it overload, and he will find someone else to get a fresh boost.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. The Divorcee&lt;br /&gt;
He loves to be married. He has probably married his high school sweetheart only to find out she wanted out after 10 years. He is still picking up the pieces of what went wrong but he thinks with a little guidance and a new  wife, things can get better. Sure he has children but he thinks things can go well and you and his ex wife will get a long great. If marriage is not your thing right now, don't keep this boyfriend coming back. Take him where you hang out and let him mingle. Trust me he will find another interest. You're off the hook and he'll tell you how he has fallen for someone else. Cry a little and tell him keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
4. The Always Single&lt;br /&gt;
There is a reason for him to be single. He will want to be with you any time his friends are not available. He will gloat about all the fun him and his friends had (without you). He will promise you the world and leave right after a quickie for lunch. These are the hardest to get rid of because we enjoy our freedom too so we think it is a perfect match. Wrong. When you become unavailable he will seek you out. To lose this one, create a decoy with love talk. You want him, need him, love him. He will run and find someone else to not cherish!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
5. The Married&lt;br /&gt;
Yep, you guessed it. Even married men will try to date you. They will cry about how lonely they are. How they are going to get a divorce soon. They are so unhappy being married but if they were with you they would want to be married. Yeah, right! Tell him you want to get married asap and if he is really interested he will buy you a ring even before he is divorced! See Ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047061876905916302-7567272455322738994?l=www.mymanwars.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~4/MIbwyGF-4_c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~3/MIbwyGF-4_c/top-5-wanna-be-boyfriends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Janice)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mymanwars.com/2008/12/top-5-wanna-be-boyfriends.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047061876905916302.post-5269952370762824068</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Jul 2011 03:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-15T23:24:59.023-04:00</atom:updated><title>Reality Bites</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NGgMxmG8XF4__FF97PdLYp-id2c/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NGgMxmG8XF4__FF97PdLYp-id2c/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NGgMxmG8XF4__FF97PdLYp-id2c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NGgMxmG8XF4__FF97PdLYp-id2c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I have become a complete and utter softy! &lt;br /&gt;
I have finally realized my motherhood along &lt;br /&gt;
with a few good relationships a boat load of &lt;br /&gt;
alcohol and one or two horrible loves, I am broken. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can not believe I have twisted my views on dating &lt;br /&gt;
and relationships and how they should BE. &lt;br /&gt;
I know it doesn't seem so cut and dry but it is.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The information you are going to receive next will make &lt;br /&gt;
more sense if you read a few of post mainly, &lt;a href="http://www.mymanwars.com/2011_04_03_archive.html"&gt;shhhhhh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you are not being pursued he is either with another woman.&lt;br /&gt;
Or many! Doesn't really like you, no matter how many text or &lt;br /&gt;
late night calls you receive...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, I don't think it's adorable when he came over your house &lt;br /&gt;
late one night but stayed for breakfast before running out the &lt;br /&gt;
door. No I don't think it was adorable when he said he would call &lt;br /&gt;
you and waited a few days because he finally squeezed you in &lt;br /&gt;
his schedule! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
MEN who are actual MEN will go above and beyond to, &lt;br /&gt;
1. see you &lt;br /&gt;
2. talk&amp;nbsp;to you &lt;br /&gt;
3. hear your voice &lt;br /&gt;
4. make you smile&lt;br /&gt;
5. WIN you &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
YES, I said WIN! Men are competitive! &lt;br /&gt;
The bullshit, wimpy excuse men now give make &lt;br /&gt;
me cringe! YOU are worth so much more! You have &lt;br /&gt;
no idea what life and actual love you would receive &lt;br /&gt;
by raising your standards and have him lower his ego. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I will receive arguments on this but before you respond,&lt;br /&gt;
Ask yourself, Does he call? often? &lt;br /&gt;
Does he make dates, plans and future engagements? &lt;br /&gt;
Or are you sitting alone, texting someone else and hoping &lt;br /&gt;
he will do any of the above? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I didn't think so! &lt;br /&gt;
Stop settling for a chump who will continue to &lt;br /&gt;
pursue the women who could cares less. Men &lt;br /&gt;
will climb any wall to reach the woman he loves.&lt;br /&gt;
And, neither of you can fall in love, If he doesn't &lt;br /&gt;
climb the wall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047061876905916302-5269952370762824068?l=www.mymanwars.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~4/7NaMzMHZhUs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~3/7NaMzMHZhUs/reality-bites.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Janice)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mymanwars.com/2011/07/reality-bites.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047061876905916302.post-3112895717639188542</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jul 2011 20:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-04T11:28:48.583-04:00</atom:updated><title>Shit Doesn't always hit the fan....</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qunAY1ba39gry0kvm564CdTGqLI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qunAY1ba39gry0kvm564CdTGqLI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qunAY1ba39gry0kvm564CdTGqLI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qunAY1ba39gry0kvm564CdTGqLI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This a long over due story. &lt;br /&gt;
One that had me in stitches! Really truly one of the funniest I have heard in&lt;br /&gt;
quite some time. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My friend "Jamie" is back in the dating world and having some serious fun. &lt;br /&gt;
Dinners, movies and evenings at the bar with handsome men and sometimes &lt;br /&gt;
jerks but none the less she is having fun deciding on who the man in her life &lt;br /&gt;
should be. Personally&amp;nbsp;I think she is doing everything right.&amp;nbsp;Then she had &lt;br /&gt;
a little mishap. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As she was going on about her Friday date she kept reiterating the dinner &lt;br /&gt;
choice...&lt;br /&gt;
And then I knew why. &lt;br /&gt;
Pasta seems safe, little messy but sure to keep you full and &lt;br /&gt;
satisfied with no stomach upsets...until the ride to the next place. &lt;br /&gt;
As her stomach tightened and sweat starting flowing, in fear of not making it&lt;br /&gt;
to a rest room, her date couldn't help but notice she was a little uneasy when &lt;br /&gt;
hitting every red light!&amp;nbsp;As he was trying&amp;nbsp;to make small talk, she kept snapping &lt;br /&gt;
at the conversation. &lt;br /&gt;
Sweetly he asked "whats wrong?" &lt;br /&gt;
She quickly replied that she must go the bathroom...and then there was silence. &lt;br /&gt;
She pulled up to her house and asked him to wait in the car while&amp;nbsp;she scurried&lt;br /&gt;
for the door. Unfortunately her bathroom was to far of a distance to hold it in and&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;my only speculation was,&amp;nbsp;standing made everything flow! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pants coming down while almost to the lavatory, SPLAT! &lt;br /&gt;
Yep, shit trail from kitchen to bathroom! &lt;br /&gt;
Or as she put it, "I was like a duck" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fast forward to bathroom time over and proceeding to clean the floor, &lt;br /&gt;
She hops in the shower, all the while he is waiting in the car. &lt;br /&gt;
He even text her at one point asking if she was okay. What a gentleman! &lt;br /&gt;
At some point I guess he thought he should actually check on her and &lt;br /&gt;
walked in to find her in a towel...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Embarrassing? Absolutely. Her mortified face was priceless, I'm sure. &lt;br /&gt;
But if he sticks around, and so far has kept contact, he may be a keeper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047061876905916302-3112895717639188542?l=www.mymanwars.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~4/RSetD594Xrg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~3/RSetD594Xrg/shit-doesnt-always-hit-fan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Janice)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mymanwars.com/2011/07/shit-doesnt-always-hit-fan.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047061876905916302.post-5061669287405112722</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2011 19:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-20T20:31:34.840-04:00</atom:updated><title>Shhhhhhhhhh....</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oixOGALvuh5sc3yaA20rBSsmFEk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oixOGALvuh5sc3yaA20rBSsmFEk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oixOGALvuh5sc3yaA20rBSsmFEk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oixOGALvuh5sc3yaA20rBSsmFEk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dkdcZxhOxrk/TZt55kZ-OrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bLVbveWhWfg/s1600/shhhh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dkdcZxhOxrk/TZt55kZ-OrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bLVbveWhWfg/s320/shhhh.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As usual I was discussing dating and love with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;
This day in age nothing is private anymore. Everything is&amp;nbsp;public through&lt;br /&gt;
social networks, media and the almighty mouth. &lt;br /&gt;
She reminded me of the theory, "if the relationship has to be a secret, you &lt;br /&gt;
shouldn't be in it". &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This would have applied to my situation but in all honesty, as of today,&lt;br /&gt;
it applies to hers. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She had been talking and texting with a man that kept her at arms length &lt;br /&gt;
for the mere purpose of keeping her at arms length. But the relationship&lt;br /&gt;
had to be a secret. Everything about it. Right down to the way text messages &lt;br /&gt;
were handled, it had to be a SECRET! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
10:00 last night I received her text that the man was now shacking up &lt;br /&gt;
with another woman, who&amp;nbsp;he has been, obviously, public with. Make no &lt;br /&gt;
mistake, this man and his new woman will probably be posting on the &lt;br /&gt;
social media that they are living happily ever after. &lt;br /&gt;
Jerk. Yes. &lt;br /&gt;
Relationship failure. Probably. &lt;br /&gt;
But that gal didn't want&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;to be kept a SECRET. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What did we learn? &lt;br /&gt;
When a relationship is secret, you can be sure it will stay that way. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047061876905916302-5061669287405112722?l=www.mymanwars.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~4/YcnFO3zrZTY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~3/YcnFO3zrZTY/shhhhhhhhhh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Janice)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dkdcZxhOxrk/TZt55kZ-OrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bLVbveWhWfg/s72-c/shhhh.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mymanwars.com/2011/04/shhhhhhhhhh.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047061876905916302.post-3640599196913381542</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Mar 2011 02:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-20T20:31:07.095-04:00</atom:updated><title>I don't qualify for a tattoo again...YET!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/e4P1FZX1XyWD1hLja-uFCB5dkBE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/e4P1FZX1XyWD1hLja-uFCB5dkBE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/e4P1FZX1XyWD1hLja-uFCB5dkBE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/e4P1FZX1XyWD1hLja-uFCB5dkBE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I'm reading MARS and VENUS by John Gray....&lt;br /&gt;
They forgot to mention you actually need to&amp;nbsp;be in a "relationship" before this bullshit can work! &lt;br /&gt;
As everyone knows, I have read almost every relationship book out there and some new age &lt;br /&gt;
crap that only twisted my view on relationships and the male and female bonding ritual. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Men still want a bitch they can chase after, and when and if they obtain them, &lt;br /&gt;
cry like a baby when the bitch turns out exactly like they thought she was...A BITCH! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In light of all this, I was a bitch back in the day. Not a rotten bitch, but a bitch none the less.&lt;br /&gt;
I had men try to pin me down and confess how they would be perfect for me! Men will or &lt;br /&gt;
should, go the extra mile to prove they are worthy of you! &lt;br /&gt;
And in return that is when you give them your heart..not a day sooner!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In a nut shell....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you don't qualify for a man to call you or spontaneously show up at your door &lt;br /&gt;
because he was "worried" or he didn't tattoo your name or initials on his body somewhere&lt;br /&gt;
to prove his undying love for you or he doesn't call relentlessly to make sure you are safe &lt;br /&gt;
and OK...you're not being a bitch! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
get going! get out! &amp;nbsp;and the man who calls! WANTS YOU! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047061876905916302-3640599196913381542?l=www.mymanwars.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~4/rRjd2Fb3URs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~3/rRjd2Fb3URs/i-dont-qualify-for-tattoo-againyet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Janice)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mymanwars.com/2011/03/i-dont-qualify-for-tattoo-againyet.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047061876905916302.post-825397001239691268</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2011 22:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-20T20:31:23.038-04:00</atom:updated><title>Don't judge a man by his duckies.....</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jfw4GRPNYAop-wiNcueS7tvGdnI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jfw4GRPNYAop-wiNcueS7tvGdnI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jfw4GRPNYAop-wiNcueS7tvGdnI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jfw4GRPNYAop-wiNcueS7tvGdnI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I must say between UGGS and duckies for these winter months I have become very&amp;nbsp;judgemental, and honestly the words&amp;nbsp;spoken&amp;nbsp;from the ducky wearer, shocked the shit out of me!&lt;br /&gt;
I am dealing with my own "relationship" or non relationships issues and as everyone knows it is hard for &lt;br /&gt;
me to blog about myself....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But today, I was shocked at the&amp;nbsp;warmth and sweetness&amp;nbsp;of this man, who proudly struts ducks and corduroys.I finally got the scoop of his turmoil, of a relationship, he has been trying to build with this woman for over &lt;br /&gt;
a year. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I received a text late one night asking if &amp;nbsp;"a girl makes up her mind that you are in the friend zone" does it change? I quickly responded with the unlikely and directed him to my blog on this dilemma...&lt;a href="http://www.mymanwars.com/2009/04/i-dont-need-anymore-friendsbut-thanks.html"&gt;I don't need anymore friends....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Very interested in&amp;nbsp;his story, I questioned...&lt;br /&gt;
He told me&amp;nbsp; with sadness in his eyes, "she wants to be friends". &amp;nbsp;For the first time, I felt touched by his sincerity for&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;situation. He looked at me and said "I have three choices, "&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Say Goodbye,&amp;nbsp;which would be easy to do. &lt;br /&gt;
I agreed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hang around and hope she will want more.&lt;br /&gt;
I disagreed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or marry her. &lt;br /&gt;
A tear filled my eye. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Who would have thought, a man with ducks and corduroys could be or think such sweetness. &lt;br /&gt;
hmmmmmm....? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To be honest. If a man wants you, he wants to marry you. &lt;br /&gt;
If you want a man to marry you, look past the fashion choices and choose the&amp;nbsp;man that loves you. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047061876905916302-825397001239691268?l=www.mymanwars.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~4/E6q9cncWzA4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~3/E6q9cncWzA4/dont-judge-man-by-his-duckies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Janice)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mymanwars.com/2011/03/dont-judge-man-by-his-duckies.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047061876905916302.post-4730386401647289499</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Mar 2011 22:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-20T20:30:58.482-04:00</atom:updated><title>A blow Job can last forever...(sorry for being so graphic)</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2jaiSDPgeoiXX-5oGafcaZm1JYs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2jaiSDPgeoiXX-5oGafcaZm1JYs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2jaiSDPgeoiXX-5oGafcaZm1JYs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2jaiSDPgeoiXX-5oGafcaZm1JYs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I was speaking to a very old friend last night. Well, he isn't old but our &lt;br /&gt;
freindship is. Which got me thinking. He is ending his third marriage! Yes &lt;br /&gt;
that is correct, his third. And the funny thing is, he would do it again. &lt;br /&gt;
We chuckled about this and of course being me, I made a few jokes on the matter. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I asked, How is it that you could of had three marriages and would do it again and some men have one or none and won't take that plunge? (Without being forced anyway). Matter of factly the truth is, he wants to settle down and isn't afraid to say it. Phewwwww! I thought there wasn't a man left that would admit to such thing! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I mentioned how I always seem to find the men that don't give a fuck either way. Which got me thinking......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I obviously haven't put a price on myself! I am kind, sweet, outspoken and very friendly, warm and witty. Presto!&amp;nbsp; possibly the perfect wife! But....&lt;br /&gt;
the thing I forgot, I should have&amp;nbsp;been giving this ONLY to &amp;nbsp;the person who deserves it. Not every tom, dick and harry that holds a door open for me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I solved the oldest equation known to woman! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kZ6s_-fiahU/TXViHYrc3MI/AAAAAAAAAM4/YsC6iLt7mKA/s1600/heart+woman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kZ6s_-fiahU/TXViHYrc3MI/AAAAAAAAAM4/YsC6iLt7mKA/s320/heart+woman.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Make an effort + Treasure me = a great blow job!.....and possible marriage &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047061876905916302-4730386401647289499?l=www.mymanwars.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~4/DFBMDtK1aac" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~3/DFBMDtK1aac/blow-job-can-last-foreversorry-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Janice)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kZ6s_-fiahU/TXViHYrc3MI/AAAAAAAAAM4/YsC6iLt7mKA/s72-c/heart+woman.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mymanwars.com/2011/03/blow-job-can-last-foreversorry-for.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047061876905916302.post-7888875860465389238</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Feb 2011 20:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-20T20:32:26.007-04:00</atom:updated><title>Running Late or I Miss You</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/w8sm2szkbwPEeTH2I-Dgz59N4lE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/w8sm2szkbwPEeTH2I-Dgz59N4lE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/w8sm2szkbwPEeTH2I-Dgz59N4lE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/w8sm2szkbwPEeTH2I-Dgz59N4lE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Sometime ago I wrote a blog on text messages. I understand &lt;br /&gt;
that we live in the technology age and we think &amp;nbsp;instant&amp;nbsp;messaging &lt;br /&gt;
and&amp;nbsp;a text about love is uber special. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have friends spew stories of lengthy text messages back and forth and &lt;br /&gt;
the gist of the conversation must mean he loves her to text so frequently &lt;br /&gt;
and continuously throughout the day. The relationship somehow was built &lt;br /&gt;
on text messages. We have a hard enough time deciding what our man is &lt;br /&gt;
thinking when he speaks right in front of us. Why in the world would we &lt;br /&gt;
throw an emotionless attempt of texting &amp;nbsp;to confuse ourselves more? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We hide behind computers (creepy), cell phones and gadgets &lt;br /&gt;
and expect a relationship to build and prosper. Unlikely! &lt;br /&gt;
My next call from my friends&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;the heartbreaking story of how he &lt;br /&gt;
"text me" with "I'm not interested" or&amp;nbsp;the "no&amp;nbsp;return text", means &lt;br /&gt;
the relationship must have ended and you weren't there to see it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A small list of non textable emotions. &lt;br /&gt;
1) I'm sorry &lt;br /&gt;
2) We are broken up&lt;br /&gt;
3) I'm in love with some one else &lt;br /&gt;
and the most important &lt;br /&gt;
4) will you marry me? &lt;br /&gt;
The list goes on....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am guilty as charged and feel text messages are safe, I can hide&lt;br /&gt;
my fear of rejection and possible&amp;nbsp;scorn heart. But I really have gone&lt;br /&gt;
leaps and bounds&amp;nbsp;in trying&amp;nbsp;to keep my&amp;nbsp; face&amp;nbsp;to face&amp;nbsp;encounters,&lt;br /&gt;
using&amp;nbsp;words.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
text are fun and effective &lt;br /&gt;
but only if it to say.."running late" or "I miss you" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047061876905916302-7888875860465389238?l=www.mymanwars.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~4/zXr5qvzP2xQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~3/zXr5qvzP2xQ/running-late-or-i-miss-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Janice)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mymanwars.com/2011/02/running-late-or-i-miss-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047061876905916302.post-6541402611890696412</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Jan 2011 01:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-20T20:31:51.692-04:00</atom:updated><title>Give it A couple days.....</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MNUAC3d-_XH-6YXZEv2MI6kMVWY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MNUAC3d-_XH-6YXZEv2MI6kMVWY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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Hoping you made the right decision? &lt;br /&gt;
Do you still love them?&lt;br /&gt;
Watch these videos, entirely, then watch them again, and then once more. &lt;br /&gt;
......then answer yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Bwx2VnesBcb5IbwcBfRubJIFZ5E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Bwx2VnesBcb5IbwcBfRubJIFZ5E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXydqGOlJCU/TTC8G1huPDI/AAAAAAAAAMw/FCRZXAlbAs8/s1600/weather.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXydqGOlJCU/TTC8G1huPDI/AAAAAAAAAMw/FCRZXAlbAs8/s320/weather.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have heard this saying before but never really &lt;br /&gt;
looked at it until now. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The concept of a fair weather friend is quite simple. &lt;br /&gt;
When everything is fine and you are doing for them &lt;br /&gt;
During your time together life is grand but then &lt;br /&gt;
sometimes something happens to you and a wrench &lt;br /&gt;
gets thrown in your life. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You may have a major issue that comes up or just &lt;br /&gt;
need a shoulder to cry on. A hug. A smile. A friend &lt;br /&gt;
who knows you need them. But that friend, is only &lt;br /&gt;
around when the weather is fair. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well this holds true for your relationships too! &lt;br /&gt;
Boyfriends, lovers, husbands and friends with benefits. &lt;br /&gt;
They will be happy as long as they don't have to exert &lt;br /&gt;
themselves. They will want you as long as you never &lt;br /&gt;
need them. And they will hold you as long as it's because &lt;br /&gt;
you don't&amp;nbsp;REALLY &amp;nbsp;need them. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have been sweet, put my feelings aside. &lt;br /&gt;
I abide by the rules and have found myself &lt;br /&gt;
alone. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is hard enough trying to be perfect,&lt;br /&gt;
let alone have the person you care about not &lt;br /&gt;
care back in stormy weather......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047061876905916302-3321668809449552036?l=www.mymanwars.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~4/l-ZkQsJAJhs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~3/l-ZkQsJAJhs/fair-weather-friend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Janice)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXydqGOlJCU/TTC8G1huPDI/AAAAAAAAAMw/FCRZXAlbAs8/s72-c/weather.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mymanwars.com/2011/01/fair-weather-friend.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047061876905916302.post-5579387799079196464</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2011 23:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-20T20:34:57.247-04:00</atom:updated><title>I thought about punching you in the FACE!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EjGMclAPXm3lpzdRnXnPFEUK_es/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EjGMclAPXm3lpzdRnXnPFEUK_es/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EjGMclAPXm3lpzdRnXnPFEUK_es/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EjGMclAPXm3lpzdRnXnPFEUK_es/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-giYGasBTNd4/TZt8FTmTbQI/AAAAAAAAANA/nCuKthsppPM/s1600/anger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-giYGasBTNd4/TZt8FTmTbQI/AAAAAAAAANA/nCuKthsppPM/s320/anger.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was reminded of a story today...and for the life of me I &lt;br /&gt;
can't understand why I didn't blog about this before......&lt;br /&gt;
At least I can't remember if I did! It involves my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;
who lives with&amp;nbsp;a neanderthal, in a &amp;nbsp;paradise state. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was in the local grocers picking up his grub for &lt;br /&gt;
their usual non dining together experiences. She came &lt;br /&gt;
across beautiful bouquets of arranged flowers and &lt;br /&gt;
decided, since she lives single, she must by her own &lt;br /&gt;
flowers. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Smile on her face as she was placing them in a &lt;br /&gt;
beautiful vase she had &amp;nbsp;dusted off for the first time &lt;br /&gt;
in years. He stopped, looked at her, then the flowers &lt;br /&gt;
and asked "where'd they come from?" She sweetly &lt;br /&gt;
replied " I bought them for myself" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Little did she know his reply would be this....&lt;br /&gt;
"I THOUGHT about buying you flowers" &lt;br /&gt;
WTF! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this point I wasn't sure what was the worst part &lt;br /&gt;
of the story?&amp;nbsp; NOT to &amp;nbsp;buy flowers, is one thing but &lt;br /&gt;
he needed to mention he&amp;nbsp;THOUGHT about it and decided&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;against it! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Because she is so sweet and tries very hard to &lt;br /&gt;
keep her womanly demeanor,&amp;nbsp; only words &lt;br /&gt;
in her head ......&lt;br /&gt;
"I thought about punching you in the face!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047061876905916302-5579387799079196464?l=www.mymanwars.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~4/kuIPBXAhe_s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~3/kuIPBXAhe_s/i-thought-about-punching-you-in-face.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Janice)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-giYGasBTNd4/TZt8FTmTbQI/AAAAAAAAANA/nCuKthsppPM/s72-c/anger.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mymanwars.com/2011/01/i-thought-about-punching-you-in-face.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047061876905916302.post-6870995402030767183</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Jan 2011 23:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-20T20:32:18.178-04:00</atom:updated><title>Mutually Exclusive?...do you know what that means?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zosk7H0xounb-i2_ux_ZQAy1LX4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zosk7H0xounb-i2_ux_ZQAy1LX4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zosk7H0xounb-i2_ux_ZQAy1LX4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zosk7H0xounb-i2_ux_ZQAy1LX4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;When I met someone and became smitten from&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;company at times,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I thought things were getting serious. I always kept the pace steady just &lt;br /&gt;
to see which way it was going lead. I would&amp;nbsp;omit the losers&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
and accept more dates from a gentlemen. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So how do you know when you are "exclusive"? If you find yourself or &lt;br /&gt;
your potential Mr. Right still active in any form of the single scene........&lt;br /&gt;
YOUR NOT! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It takes two people to make the "exclusive" rule work. &lt;br /&gt;
If you feel you need to still actively seek others affection&lt;br /&gt;
and they seek others entertainment, the exclusive rule&amp;nbsp;has &lt;br /&gt;
been broken. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you are actively dating someone who becomes a fixture &lt;br /&gt;
in your bed, you have the right to know what is going on outside&lt;br /&gt;
your bed. If you don't..Don't say I didn't warn you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047061876905916302-6870995402030767183?l=www.mymanwars.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~4/F2-S8Gswkt4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~3/F2-S8Gswkt4/mutually-exclusivedo-you-know-what-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Janice)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mymanwars.com/2011/01/mutually-exclusivedo-you-know-what-that.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047061876905916302.post-5923502998520850152</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Jan 2011 17:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-20T20:33:31.616-04:00</atom:updated><title>I'm Not Desperate...You're Just an Asshole</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HyIjxA1WgsM0mMNMLUpljhCDQcc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HyIjxA1WgsM0mMNMLUpljhCDQcc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HyIjxA1WgsM0mMNMLUpljhCDQcc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HyIjxA1WgsM0mMNMLUpljhCDQcc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXydqGOlJCU/TSnr71-F49I/AAAAAAAAAMs/rTXQfVlGsWU/s1600/pointing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXydqGOlJCU/TSnr71-F49I/AAAAAAAAAMs/rTXQfVlGsWU/s320/pointing.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After careful consideration for the name of this blog post I came up with what you see. After my worst relationship I thought I got it all, but apparently my dating life needs more crap thrown in it just to test me. Well, I did vow to learn where I went wrong from writing this blog and boy am I getting a rude awakening. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Selling myself short? Wearing my heart on my sleeve? Low self esteem? WTF is it? &lt;br /&gt;
Common denominator. ME! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, I had pride myself in being a good judge of character. Oh and I am a good judge, for being a stepping stone for ever loser to experiment their shit on me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am enjoying the single life right now. I have a few men pursing me and I have a few admirations of my own. After dating a few more losers I found the sad reality is some men think you're desperate enough to accept the dumb lines they have (admittley partially to blame) I admit I got suckered and let me tell ya, real good. But I don't blame myself any longer! this blog has helped me figure out that I deserve better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047061876905916302-5923502998520850152?l=www.mymanwars.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~4/DUK5AGz-Jo8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~3/DUK5AGz-Jo8/im-not-desperateyoure-just-asshole.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Janice)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXydqGOlJCU/TSnr71-F49I/AAAAAAAAAMs/rTXQfVlGsWU/s72-c/pointing.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mymanwars.com/2011/01/im-not-desperateyoure-just-asshole.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047061876905916302.post-6932810521710244869</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Dec 2010 15:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-20T20:33:42.313-04:00</atom:updated><title>Lean Back</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/edf6-deedxHxQwYIzLToEJyMRIk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/edf6-deedxHxQwYIzLToEJyMRIk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/edf6-deedxHxQwYIzLToEJyMRIk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/edf6-deedxHxQwYIzLToEJyMRIk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I'm not sure if it is because I am getting older,&lt;br /&gt;
divorced or just that time of the month.......&lt;br /&gt;
but I think I had forgotten the reality of being &lt;br /&gt;
with someone. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I forgot to get back what&amp;nbsp;I give, give what I receive &lt;br /&gt;
and get what I deserve. I listen to my friends bitch &lt;br /&gt;
complain and decide what is best for them. In the &lt;br /&gt;
mean time I have my life passing me by without &lt;br /&gt;
the things that I want. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Back in the dating world, I have options that I &lt;br /&gt;
haven't pursued. Should I or shouldn't I? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lean Back.....and &lt;br /&gt;
Listen to your heart. &lt;br /&gt;
Decide with your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047061876905916302-6932810521710244869?l=www.mymanwars.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~4/fgRpWujcS5c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~3/fgRpWujcS5c/lean-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Janice)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mymanwars.com/2010/12/lean-back.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047061876905916302.post-8292455577769045802</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Dec 2010 19:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-20T20:31:59.955-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hottie or Husband?</category><title>Hottie or Husband?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NdRcjrd0pnjGzilba1Rfy9U16OY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NdRcjrd0pnjGzilba1Rfy9U16OY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NdRcjrd0pnjGzilba1Rfy9U16OY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NdRcjrd0pnjGzilba1Rfy9U16OY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I received a message yesterday from a friend &lt;br /&gt;
in search of an answer. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How do I go see this hottie I am in love with, &lt;br /&gt;
without my husband knowing? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I must paint the picture before I divulge my answer. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Married for a few years she had decided to go back &lt;br /&gt;
to work. In a &amp;nbsp;few short months she had fallen for a younger &lt;br /&gt;
man who flirted&amp;nbsp;his&amp;nbsp;way to the bedroom. She reciprocated &lt;br /&gt;
by showing her desire and had fallen for his love texts and &lt;br /&gt;
silent messages. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fast forward to the present. Husband found out, moved &lt;br /&gt;
out and moved back in, all within a weeks time. And then I &lt;br /&gt;
get the call....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"How do I go to Virginia to see him (lover) without &lt;br /&gt;
my husband knowing?" &lt;br /&gt;
My reply, " tell him that you need some time away to &lt;br /&gt;
collect your thoughts, HOWEVER, decide what you &lt;br /&gt;
are doing for the long haul before regretting decisions" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXydqGOlJCU/TPfzPJZKsOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/K-fqUSYwX1g/s1600/hottie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXydqGOlJCU/TPfzPJZKsOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/K-fqUSYwX1g/s320/hottie.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;To be clear, I do not advise on cheating or leaving &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;anyone who you decided to marry or commit to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;I believe that we have choices, maybe selfish choices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;but we have them just the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;So before leaving anyone or destroying any relationship,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;ask yourself this question, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;"is it worth 5 minutes of fun?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: currentColor;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047061876905916302-8292455577769045802?l=www.mymanwars.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~4/rNdyc03kbKk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~3/rNdyc03kbKk/hottie-or-husband.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Janice)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXydqGOlJCU/TPfzPJZKsOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/K-fqUSYwX1g/s72-c/hottie.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mymanwars.com/2010/12/hottie-or-husband.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047061876905916302.post-5677405559604847209</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Dec 2010 23:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-20T20:34:49.764-04:00</atom:updated><title>UGH....wtf</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tXgHUDyOM1Hd6Ld5rQpOauwbDYU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tXgHUDyOM1Hd6Ld5rQpOauwbDYU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tXgHUDyOM1Hd6Ld5rQpOauwbDYU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tXgHUDyOM1Hd6Ld5rQpOauwbDYU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXydqGOlJCU/TPbwzFsHTfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/U8NZ_9M4qQ4/s1600/angry+woman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXydqGOlJCU/TPbwzFsHTfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/U8NZ_9M4qQ4/s320/angry+woman.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sorry ladies and gentleman I haven't posted in a bit. &lt;br /&gt;
I have been kind of busy in the last few months...OK &lt;br /&gt;
a little more than that but you get the picture. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In between that time I had married, had my car stolen, &lt;br /&gt;
separated, Yes I said married, a soon to be divorce. &lt;br /&gt;
A few other issues thrown in there and VOILA! I forgot &lt;br /&gt;
to blog! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Let me explain....see with all this blogging about &lt;br /&gt;
love and relationships, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;failed &lt;br /&gt;
to see the real problems that exist. HUMANITY. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everyone needs someone. Don't be to proud. &lt;br /&gt;
Especially men! You can kick and scream all &lt;br /&gt;
you want but in the end we need someone! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stay tuned....I promise, starting tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;
I will get you up to date on the latest issues &lt;br /&gt;
in the world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Please keep your emails and comments coming! I will &lt;br /&gt;
write your story! be patient and keep reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047061876905916302-5677405559604847209?l=www.mymanwars.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~4/tBmGAlU6UCA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~3/tBmGAlU6UCA/ughwtf.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Janice)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXydqGOlJCU/TPbwzFsHTfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/U8NZ_9M4qQ4/s72-c/angry+woman.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mymanwars.com/2010/12/ughwtf.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047061876905916302.post-1838926165215100705</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Aug 2010 11:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-20T20:37:01.937-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Commitment</category><title>Commitment is lacking, not love</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PhUf2pAEGdM3-rz4tYvSSr-uawo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PhUf2pAEGdM3-rz4tYvSSr-uawo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PhUf2pAEGdM3-rz4tYvSSr-uawo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PhUf2pAEGdM3-rz4tYvSSr-uawo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Love is an emotion that comes and goes and we assume that we must 'LOVE' someone at all times. This is the furthest thing from the truth. We love just as we get mad or sad but commitment is lacking through all those emotions. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Read definitions 3 and 4 of &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/commitment?qsrc=4012"&gt;commitment&lt;/a&gt; before reading further....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This story can go in all different directions but as promised I have some true love or shall I say commitment stories that have always stuck with me. I ask many questions to people that are either in love or have been married a long time. So I have picked some of my favorites. My questions and their response have enlightened and made me aware. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"How long have you been married?" &lt;br /&gt;
"Almost 20 years!" &lt;br /&gt;
"OM goodness, what do you think held you both together?"&lt;br /&gt;
"Ya know Janice, commitment is lacking in relationships today." He proceeded to explain an argument him and his wife were having and he packed his stuff and headed out the door. He drove around for a bit and came back, he explained he wasn't sure what was going to happen when he came through the door, but none the less he wanted to try. &lt;br /&gt;
He walked in and his wife was cooking, "I'm sorry" came out of his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
She smiled and said "are you hungry?" &lt;br /&gt;
"Starving!" &lt;br /&gt;
"Then sit down and eat" placing his plate in front of him. &lt;br /&gt;
He told me that was the day he knew he loved his wife, and his commitment was with her and their marriage. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A woman I worked with had been married for quite a long time and I asked "was it rocky in the beginning?" &lt;br /&gt;
"Oh YES"&lt;br /&gt;
"When we first got married we moved away from my family, couple hours." &lt;br /&gt;
"We had an argument one night and I decided I was leaving this man and going back home, I called my parents on the way, not able to reach them." &lt;br /&gt;
"I got home and my mother said 'What are you doing?'" &lt;br /&gt;
"I'm leaving him!, Janice she looked straight at me and said 'Oh no you're not, you go back home to your husband' which I did." &lt;br /&gt;
"When I drove back there he was sleeping like I never left, but I learned something I married him and this is where I belonged." &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We do have an obligation to ourselves first... CHOOSE WISELY who you marry and then treat kindly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047061876905916302-1838926165215100705?l=www.mymanwars.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~4/ZRN0rPm2auA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~3/ZRN0rPm2auA/commitment-is-lacking-not-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Janice)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mymanwars.com/2010/08/commitment-is-lacking-not-love.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047061876905916302.post-2994378236980751877</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2010 03:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-20T20:34:41.607-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Midnight Cleaning</category><title>A Midnight Cleaning...A true motivational Story!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Sw2XjNNBzrMpyRJ76-VZyJcp90c/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Sw2XjNNBzrMpyRJ76-VZyJcp90c/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Sw2XjNNBzrMpyRJ76-VZyJcp90c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Sw2XjNNBzrMpyRJ76-VZyJcp90c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXydqGOlJCU/TFjqK8UmVvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/YquZwlBi1k0/s1600/cleaning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501404418545178354" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXydqGOlJCU/TFjqK8UmVvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/YquZwlBi1k0/s320/cleaning.jpg" style="height: 320px; width: 248px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I feel recently I have been either completely mushy or completely negative in my post to the world. It is what it is, and I do have some true love stories soon to follow. I feel I owe it to everyone to prove there really is "true love" it just hasn't found you yet and when it does, you will stop reading this blog and recommend it to people only if necessary. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My conversations on a daily basis have many things in common. Relationships, men and women, and love. The call I got from a friend on this particular day went something like this....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Can you believe this ass?, I was vacuuming and cleaning at a normal daytime hour and woke him from his nap" &lt;br /&gt;
"Surely it was extremely late and you decided to clean after your long day at work and then school?"...I assumed&lt;br /&gt;
"Nope, evening, trying to clean after work before homework"...she confirmed&lt;br /&gt;
"I was making to much noise and he woke like a raging lunatic and smashed an angel that his mother had bought me" &lt;br /&gt;
My first reaction..."So you kept a sentimental value piece from his mother, in which he could care less what happens to it because he is throwing a temper tantrum?" &lt;br /&gt;
"YEP! I woke him from his precious nap and this was my punishment for cleaning" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She went on to explain she was going to save the pieces for his mother when she came to visit and show her what her son had done in his child like fit. One thing I must assure her is, the mother won't care! He will fill her in on what YOU were doing WRONG in his eyes and she will agree and console his fragile broken heart of missing quality sleep. SAVE YOUR BREATH! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She is not mad at the incident or retaliating.... but he still is! Since the traumatic event of losing nap time, he comes into her room late at night and vacuums like a mad man! and asks, &lt;br /&gt;
"how do you like it!?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She giggles and says, &lt;br /&gt;
"I will never be mad at you for cleaning" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While he is stewing in his own hell and CLEANING for revenge....she knows in her soul that this buffoon is HAPPIER trying to upset her than love her like a mature MAN would! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She is moving out, but in the meantime she does want a semi clean home. What a great motivational story, she finally figured out how to get him to help around the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047061876905916302-2994378236980751877?l=www.mymanwars.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~4/Abd2VuIIkDs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~3/Abd2VuIIkDs/midnight-cleaninga-true-motivational.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Janice)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXydqGOlJCU/TFjqK8UmVvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/YquZwlBi1k0/s72-c/cleaning.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mymanwars.com/2010/08/midnight-cleaninga-true-motivational.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047061876905916302.post-8158051254758888492</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Jul 2010 19:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-20T20:34:00.757-04:00</atom:updated><title>Only You......</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZutYo3bIrvpNfoTi2NIBIEc2Sfc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZutYo3bIrvpNfoTi2NIBIEc2Sfc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZutYo3bIrvpNfoTi2NIBIEc2Sfc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZutYo3bIrvpNfoTi2NIBIEc2Sfc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;"Everyone hears only what he understands."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Johann Wolfgang von Goethe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a relaxing evening with friends, waking up this morning and doing the same routine as usual, I realized something. We repeat the same mistakes, conversations, quarrels and contemplations everyday. Once we figure the meaning behind something, we can truly hurdle the wall. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This particular quote made soooooo much sense it almost stopped my heart! Okay well not literally but you know where I am coming from. Think for one moment the repetitive conversations you have between you and a loved one or former loved one. Go ahead and think real hard...I'll wait.......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Simply put...the saying means only if we, or someone we are speaking to, understands the words or the event unfolding, will we truly understand the purpose, meaning or importance of what we hear. Not only do we limit our ability to be "truly" loved by someone, we exhaust our energy on someone who "truly" doesn't give a shit because they don't understand anything outside themselves. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To Deep? Not really. Next time you repeat the same emotional conversation to a moron who not only, doesn't understand, but could care less, think of how much YOU do understand and it isn't worth teaching them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047061876905916302-8158051254758888492?l=www.mymanwars.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~4/t0vqXP8i_nw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~3/t0vqXP8i_nw/only-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Janice)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mymanwars.com/2010/07/only-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047061876905916302.post-3167294012543644469</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Jul 2010 02:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-20T20:37:54.409-04:00</atom:updated><title>POP Goes the Marigold.....</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/01VgFUVTEcOtH_Ar5lcflKSZkzI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/01VgFUVTEcOtH_Ar5lcflKSZkzI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/01VgFUVTEcOtH_Ar5lcflKSZkzI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/01VgFUVTEcOtH_Ar5lcflKSZkzI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXydqGOlJCU/TFDn0pAykpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/EZmOq0m3_6I/s1600/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499150036567757458" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXydqGOlJCU/TFDn0pAykpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/EZmOq0m3_6I/s320/flowers.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 214px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hahaha! I couldn't resist the laughter about this story. Recently a friend has filled me in on the trouble she has been having with a girl who is a "friend" of her mans. Yes, we have all heard the saying "just a friend", "not hurting anyone", " she is just so concerned with our well being", "she cares" blah blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This morning bopping in around 8 am,as I hold the door for my colleague with the "girl" issues, she says "ask me what's in the white plastic bag", So my mouth watering and thinking I am getting fresh muffins or another breakfast treat, she hurls out "Marigolds", and she wasn't smiling! My eyes grew and ears perked because I couldn't even imagine what this story entailed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Oh yeah" she says&lt;br /&gt;
"I go outside and there are Marigolds planted all around my house, MY house!" &lt;br /&gt;
I looked puzzled and quickly realized who planted the pretty annuals......&lt;br /&gt;
"Ummmm and you did what?", I added&lt;br /&gt;
Sternly she explained how she popped the heads off the bright little suckers and placed them in a bag. Brave woman she is, driving all the way to work, letting the heads of the colorful scented flowers, feel the wrath of a mad woman. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I must say I was confused as to why they were in her hands. Beside the fact of wanting to sit on them all day and then return them to their rightful owner, I'm not sure and forgot to ask. &lt;br /&gt;
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Who's to blame and who will correct this madness? I know what I would do but we all have our important issues to iron out but.....&lt;br /&gt;
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If another bitch is planting her FLOWERS in YOUR GARDEN.....gouge her vehicle, you will feel much better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047061876905916302-3167294012543644469?l=www.mymanwars.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~4/x60uDuBBA7o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~3/x60uDuBBA7o/pop-goes-marigold.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Janice)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXydqGOlJCU/TFDn0pAykpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/EZmOq0m3_6I/s72-c/flowers.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mymanwars.com/2010/07/pop-goes-marigold.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047061876905916302.post-6998016126496448348</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Jul 2010 21:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-20T20:34:08.423-04:00</atom:updated><title>Name Please.....</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nJZmNZce1PuK45T5eG-IzPaWfDg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nJZmNZce1PuK45T5eG-IzPaWfDg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nJZmNZce1PuK45T5eG-IzPaWfDg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nJZmNZce1PuK45T5eG-IzPaWfDg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So, a much needed night of fun and that is exactly what it was FUN, you know I got my usual scoop in the dating scene. First a rather older piggish of a man was breathing in the vicinity of my neck, but not to worry a much younger man watched over me and made sure the creepy one left me alone. Any who, talking with a few females and discussing MEN, I found out I missed a very important topic over the years with my blog, TATTOOS! &lt;br /&gt;
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I never took the plunge and inked my body, but we were discussing some very tasteful tattoos and how people wear them means so much. Well to my surprise she decided to get a fairly large one! And in the location that would be seen by another man, her exes last name down her back! YEP! Last name, down her back and he was an ex! &lt;br /&gt;
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I quickly asked if she was dating him at the time of the ultimate devotion to someone, and she confirmed they were. She did it so sweetly too...As she told me the story, I was in awwww, she decided to put an entire last name on her back of someone who she wasn't married to nor did he know the extreme she would do to prove her love. She SURPRISED him. &lt;br /&gt;
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Well if there is any true way to show your love, it is surprising him or her with their name, down your back in permanent ink, and hoping they will want to marry you then! &lt;br /&gt;
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So this really got me thinking, what we do to win someones love when we know..&lt;br /&gt;
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A) they are not our type&lt;br /&gt;
B) is a loser&lt;br /&gt;
C) doesn't deserve the shit on our shoes and...&lt;br /&gt;
D) they respect their cars more than us&lt;br /&gt;
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but lucky for them there is still people like us around to keep them a float and feeling completely LOVED! &lt;br /&gt;
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Next time start small, write their last name on your ass with washable marker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047061876905916302-6998016126496448348?l=www.mymanwars.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~4/qy6-KOLQyR4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~3/qy6-KOLQyR4/name-please.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Janice)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mymanwars.com/2010/07/name-please.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047061876905916302.post-5800796251257956970</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 13:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-20T20:36:41.749-04:00</atom:updated><title>A-HA!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BnoP4Kp_WfRn__qDkrhyiPqw-cU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BnoP4Kp_WfRn__qDkrhyiPqw-cU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BnoP4Kp_WfRn__qDkrhyiPqw-cU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BnoP4Kp_WfRn__qDkrhyiPqw-cU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXydqGOlJCU/TEBp3RQMczI/AAAAAAAAALs/igT6ehsc-5A/s1600/lightbulb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494507943637054258" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXydqGOlJCU/TEBp3RQMczI/AAAAAAAAALs/igT6ehsc-5A/s320/lightbulb2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 229px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For the last couple years I have been writing this blog. My initial intention was to figure out why I ,or other people, choose the men or women they choose. Jerks, losers, pond scum and addicts. The list goes on but you get the point. &lt;br /&gt;
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So I finally figured it out! I won't stop blogging because there is so much needed to be said and quite frankly I love it. But I will stop focusing my attention on egotistical bastards. What finally hit me this morning, my focus was on them and how to be a better person to everyone else EXCEPT MYSELF! While doing that I became an emotional train wreck. Pouring the "sad" reoccurring behavior from my heart that I have always accepted! Hence I treated myself bad by allowing such distraught individuals into my life and trying harder to be good to them, unsuccessfully! Ironically I never wanted them to change, I just wanted to prove myself a great person and then I could say "I was good to you", validating what I wanted hear! &lt;br /&gt;
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Now I could blame this on my childhood or painful memories of lost love but in reality it was the losers who found my weakness and thrived from it! Validating themselves that someone is going to love them and they are always right. These people will suck your life and bring you to the lowest of the low, right next to them. &lt;br /&gt;
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I am cherished by many and loved by most, one person cannot destroy that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047061876905916302-5800796251257956970?l=www.mymanwars.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~4/j2SSWeIo0p8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~3/j2SSWeIo0p8/ha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Janice)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXydqGOlJCU/TEBp3RQMczI/AAAAAAAAALs/igT6ehsc-5A/s72-c/lightbulb2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mymanwars.com/2010/07/ha.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047061876905916302.post-872112295118339496</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jul 2010 00:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-20T20:34:25.911-04:00</atom:updated><title>"I don't Care"</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/49U-0IB9Ng7GjoKUe7HxkvXrpVs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/49U-0IB9Ng7GjoKUe7HxkvXrpVs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/49U-0IB9Ng7GjoKUe7HxkvXrpVs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/49U-0IB9Ng7GjoKUe7HxkvXrpVs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever felt like&lt;/strong&gt; you could never give enough? &lt;br /&gt;
Always have your best face on and all the fancy clothes? Manage your weight? &lt;br /&gt;
Look your best and push yourself to the limit? Forgive that lie they told you? &lt;br /&gt;
All the while with a smile on your face, most of the time? Pleasure them in bed even when you can't wait to fall asleep? &lt;br /&gt;
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Accept all the crap? idiotic moves? and inconsiderate remarks? One more time forgive the lie and pushed yourself to still love? dinner warm and clothes folded, in between taking a shower and doing dishes? sleeping next to them every night hoping you remembered to complete all your tasks? Made the coffee? fixed the lunch just before midnight when you are ready to fall over? Give kisses goodbye and kisses hello, just to keep them happy? Forgive just one more lie? Toss and turn at night hoping you are doing the best you can? and if not, finding ways "how to" try harder? Pleasure them again tonight? &lt;br /&gt;
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Listen to their day? nodding your head and smiling? let them talk about whatever is on their mind? all to realize you have to talk to yourself about your day? lay with them when they want? hold them when they need it? Forgive another lie? Stand up for them when required? bills written out? bed made? Dishes almost done? Put down your own stuff when "they" want to spend time with you? Forgive a small lie? smile on your face? &lt;br /&gt;
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Just to hear them say...."I don't care" &lt;br /&gt;
Pick your head up and smile, because someone else will!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047061876905916302-872112295118339496?l=www.mymanwars.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~4/o-TBdtrvs7o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HowNotToGetADate/~3/o-TBdtrvs7o/i-dont-care.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Janice)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mymanwars.com/2010/07/i-dont-care.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

