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Lady</title><subtitle type="html">A deep (or not so deep) mixture of Personal Ads, responses to personal ads, opinions on dating, and what life would be like if it was written like a romance novel.
&lt;a href="http://www.blogcatalog.com"&gt;BlogCatalog&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</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/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady" /><feedburner:info uri="ramblingsofafuturecatlady" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkABQXozfCp7ImA9WhNbFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203799913454851049.post-6659121211532536434</id><published>2013-01-19T12:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-19T12:52:30.484-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-19T12:52:30.484-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="internet dating advice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="women seeking baby daddies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal responses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal ads" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating ad responses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comedy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating ads" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="desperate women" /><title>How To Find Financially Stable Men Who Want Babies</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I've got nothing...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Looking for a financially stable man who wants a baby ~ 30 yr old Female&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I am a white woman interested in having a baby with a man who is financially stable. Maybe you have focused on your career and now want to have a pregnant girlfriend and start a family. Maybe you just didn't find the right woman. Let me know what you think.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Dear Miss Right,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;What an unusual concept. I'm quite shocked that you are a female that is a) interested in having children and b) wanting to have said children with a FINANCIALLY STABLE man. How novel! Most of the women I know are looking for a man living in his parents' basement with which to procreate. Bonus points if he is an actor or a professional online poker player! I think you are on your way to discovering an untapped resource! With an internet ad!! On a free, public forum!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I can't tell you how many of my male friends have come to me with this problem. They've spent their entire adult lives focusing on their career and providing themselves with the means to lead a comfortable life, but then, at the ripe, old age of 30, can't find a woman who would like to have a baby with them. Without being married. If I had a nickel for every time I hear, "Phoebe, I'm at a loss. I keep meeting all these independent, self-sufficient women who want to have a happy and fulfilling relationship and get married before having children. I don't understand why I can't find a woman who will let me support her and have children with me without any thoughts towards how the foundation of our relationship will provide the platform from which our children will be raised and learn values and how to treat others!" I would be a millionaire! Or at least be able to afford a cup of coffee out of the expensive vending machine at work! You know the one I'm talking about, the one with the flavors and the steamed "milk". MmmmmMMMMMmmmmm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;In all seriousness, Miss Right, I really think you're on to something. But, how will you go about arranging this?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are there specific qualities you want your children to have? Hair color? Eye color? Ethnic background?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Will the two of you have fertility/genetic testing done prior to your first meeting? You know, to make sure that neither of you are carriers of anything? (www.counsyl.com is pretty impressive if you're looking for getting screened for every disorder you've never even heard of before). Perhaps your first date could be at a perinatologist's office for a joint genetic counseling session! Or maybe getting your hormone levels checked/semen analysis in a nice sterile lab environment. Wouldn't want to start a relationship with a man who has slow swimmers, if you know what I mean. What a bummer that would be! And, I'm sure he would be horrified to learn that you had premature ovarian failure. Perhaps you should get an AMH, aka anti-mullerian hormone, level done too just to make sure your egg reserves are still good. While 36 is still considered the earliest of ages to start worrying about fertility, you can never be too careful! Especially when everything in your relationship is based on his finances and your child-bearing capabilities. On second thought, maybe you two should skip meeting altogether until your Ob/Gyn and his accountant meet up and make sure everything is a go.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Anyway, I really should go. I've got to get this damned IUD removed and start posting on the internet so I can find me a financially stable man too! Here I thought just living as a responsible member of society would eventually find me a comfortable relationship...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Good luck out there!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Your Future Crazy Cat Lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can't wait to see your future offspring in group therapy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~4/sgG1RLpy76U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/6659121211532536434/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/2013/01/how-to-find-financially-stable-men-who.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/6659121211532536434?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/6659121211532536434?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~3/sgG1RLpy76U/how-to-find-financially-stable-men-who.html" title="How To Find Financially Stable Men Who Want Babies" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://phoame.blogspot.com/2013/01/how-to-find-financially-stable-men-who.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8FQHs5fSp7ImA9WhNUFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203799913454851049.post-6626089680054513209</id><published>2013-01-05T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-05T17:46:51.525-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-05T17:46:51.525-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="desperate dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating advice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating responses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cat lady dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating ad responses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comedy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating truths" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cat lady" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating for women" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating ads" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cats like to help" /><title>I Wish I Was Real</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;What's up Blog? Long time, no talk. Here we are, a new year, a new plethora of eager dating enthusiasts, and me. You remember me, right? You know, your local, resident cat lady? I know I've neglected you recently, you know, for the last year or so, BUT I am back and determined to give you the attention you deserve. Where are you all going to learn about good dating practices, what women REALLY mean when they say something, or how to survive as a somewhat insane owner of multiple felines that do, in fact, hate you? Here, that's where! And I'll be trying to keep up on my posts, with or without acceptable grammar!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Okay, enough of that! On to today's special post.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I'm feeling especially cantankerous this afternoon. What I'd really like to do is rant about rude people in lines and how tired I am of being squashed between two people on the sidewalk; however, I feel that that would leave you somewhat dissatisfied, if not completely let down. Like I deceived you with the sweet, sweet promise of a new blog post only to have you discover an overwritten Facebook post in its place. I might as well just attach a picture of what I ate for lunch (it was delicious) and my cat doing "duck face". Have no fear! I found someone worthy of my blog. And without too much effort at that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Today's special guest is a lovely woman from one of my favorite dating forums who posted this charming note today:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;i&gt;BBWs are REAL women&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
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Im not hot or gorgeous. . ..I don't have an amazing body or flat tummy. . .I'm not a supermodel. . .But I am REAL&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm ME, I eat real food, I have curves. . .I may have more padding than I need. . .I have "MOM" scars and a history. . ..&lt;/div&gt;
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Sum people love me, some people hate me. . .I've done good and I've done bad. . .&lt;/div&gt;
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I love my P.J's and my teddy bear, I sumtimes go without make up. . .I'm random and crazy, Im honest and straight forward. . ..I never pretend to be someone I'm not, I am who I am&lt;/div&gt;
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Love me or don't, but I won't change, you need to love me for me. . .BUT. . ..if I love you it will be with all my heart, loyalty and soul. . .I make no apologies for being REAL and being ME. . ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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REAL men will know what this means and understand, hope to hear from you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Now, don't get me wrong. I love me a REAL woman... but... SERIOUSLY?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Dear Non-Imaginary Woman From an Undisclosed Location:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Congratulations! I am incredibly impressed with your knowledge of your existence. So many people battle with this thought process in their lives and you are SO sure of your "realness" (for lack of a better term) that you can repeat it, with absolute certainty, multiple times. As for me, personally, I often find myself questioning the reality of the situations I find myself in. Are we really here? Are we just in a dream that we'll wake up from when we "die" or perhaps go into another dream, and so on and so forth. How can I be sure that this is real? And then there's the all-important question: What&lt;i&gt; is &lt;/i&gt;"real"? I was pondering on this thought this morning when I nosed around on this (unnamed) dating forum and found your post. It was like a heavenly light, shining down from the grey skies, showing me the answer to the question that has been plaguing me all my life. All I needed to do was look through the thousands of posts of women taking downward-angled, camera-phone photos of themselves after an unfortunate spray-tan incident to find this, rather eloquent, definition of reality.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;"BBWs are REAL women". Am I not real? Does my lack of natural curves make my vagina somehow a fictitious part of my anatomy? Did I make the whole thing up? I'm so confused. (I'm not even going to start wondering where my last sexual partner put his penis if my girlie bits aren't actually there...). Not only that, but if I had an imaginary vagina I would imagine it to be a hell of a lot prettier! Also, if I'm reading your definition correctly, you cannot be real if you are hot, gorgeous, flat-stomached, are nuliparous, or don't have a history. Well, at least I have one claim to the elusive realness! I hate to break it to you, but I don't know anyone who doesn't have a history. Even a dull one. It's not like we just burst into the world as fully-formed, gorgeous, childless, adult women with flat stomachs, fabulous hair, and the curves of a 2x4 (since apparently you can only have curves if you're real).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I don't think you're quite seeing what you wrote, so I'm going to offer you how your ad might come across to some people. I am SURE this isn't what you meant, since you wouldn't have a reason to be flat-out insulting to a large group of (fictitious) women who never said anything bad to, or about, you. Would you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;BBWs are REAL women.&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Skinny Bitches are fake hookers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
&lt;strike&gt;Im not hot or gorgeous&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have low self-esteem and think it's everyone else's fault&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;. ..&lt;strike&gt;I don't have an amazing body or flat tummy&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;b&gt;I don't feel like exercising and don't want to feel guilty about this&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;. .&lt;strike&gt;I'm not a supermodel&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;b&gt;supermodels are fake bitches&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;. .&lt;strike&gt;But I am REAL&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;All those other things are obviously fake. My realness negates my lack of motivation for self-improvement.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm ME, &lt;b&gt;(Who else would you be? I'm certainly not you)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strike&gt;I eat real food&lt;/strike&gt;,&lt;b&gt;vegetables are for pussies!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strike&gt;I have curves&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;b&gt;I may or may not have them where you expect them&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;. &lt;strike&gt;.I may have more padding than I need&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;b&gt;this is internet code for being large&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;. &lt;strike&gt;.I have "MOM" scars and a history&lt;/strike&gt;. &amp;nbsp;. ..&lt;b&gt;I can mean one of two things here: I either have an overabundance of stretch marks from my pregnancies and a long story to go with them, OR I have mommy issues and it's a long story that I will tell you after drinking too many daiquiris when you really don't want to know.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sum people love me,&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know this, I added them all up&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;some people hate me &lt;b&gt;I didn't add them up, they don't count&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;. . .I've done good and I've done bad. . . &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look! I'm completely normal!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strike&gt;I love my P.J's and my teddy bear&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;b&gt;I am still figuring out how to dress myself and own stuffed animals for some reason... pointing towards option #2 on my "MOM scars"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I sumtimes go without make up &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've added up every time I've done it too&lt;/b&gt;. . .I'm random and crazy, Im honest and straight forward&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't believe in hyphenation or apostrophes&lt;/b&gt;. . ..&lt;strike&gt;I never pretend to be someone I'm not&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;b&gt;I've never gotten away with fraud&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strike&gt;I am who I am&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;I love Popeye!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
&lt;strike&gt;Love me or don't&lt;/strike&gt;,&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you don't, you're obviously fake&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;bu&lt;strike&gt;t I won't change,&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't think people should ever change. EVER.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;you need to love me for me &lt;b&gt;since if men love women who are thin/fit/pretty/motivated it's obviously just because of their looks&lt;/b&gt;. . .BUT. . ..if I love you it will be with all my heart, loyalty and soul &lt;b&gt;as opposed to all those other chicks who only like you for what they can get from you&lt;/b&gt;. . .I make no apologies (&lt;b&gt;I know what you're asking yourself: How did she spell "apologies" correctly while completely raping the correct form of words and use of punctuation everywhere else?)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;for being REAL&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;b&gt;Have I mentioned I exist? REALLY!!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;and being ME&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Not you, but ME&lt;/b&gt; . ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
&lt;strike&gt;REAL men will know what this means and understand, hope to hear from you &lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;If you don't want to talk to an angry woman who hates other women because how they look without ever talking to them and is completely disinterested in improving herself in any way (and hates vegetables) then you are obviously a mirage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Perhaps you should consider your phrasing so that you are not implying that you are superior to other women in every sentence. I can only assume that that's exactly what you are upset about happening to you, yet you feel it is somehow more appropriate to "hate" on the skinny bitches. It's the same fucking thing, Chick!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am not trying to attack you because of your curviness, or lack of spelling/grammar. What I'm trying to convey here, my incredibly real XX friend, is that women are beautiful whether they're curvy, round, flat, square, or anything in between. Because you perceive the world to be attacking you because of your curves, does not mean that it actually is. Your post is defensive from the get-go and suggests that anyone who is different than you is "fake". Your wording pushes the readers to infer that you are somehow superior to them because of nothing more than your "realness". You suggest that men who are attracted to women who are different than you are fake and wrong. It is being done in exactly the same way as you're implying they do to you. Revel in your curves, love how beautiful you are! Own that shit! But don't put other people down to make yourself feel like you're better than them. That makes you no better than whoever did that to you to make you feel this way in the first place. The world doesn't owe you anything, we're all a bunch of assholes thrown together and being forced to get along to keep things from coming to a grinding halt.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;That being said, I'm going to take my fake tits and fluffed hair out of here. I might go to the gym on my way to the salad bar where I will order a crouton and one slice of lettuce that I will just throw up later anyway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;All the best,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Your pissed off future cat lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;P.S. Could you please send me some of your "real food" recipes? I'd love to know what it tastes like.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~4/utySDkBp0Mw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/6626089680054513209/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/2013/01/i-wish-i-was-real.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/6626089680054513209?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/6626089680054513209?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~3/utySDkBp0Mw/i-wish-i-was-real.html" title="I Wish I Was Real" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://phoame.blogspot.com/2013/01/i-wish-i-was-real.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4DRX4zcSp7ImA9WhNQGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203799913454851049.post-2734683596558153509</id><published>2012-11-24T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-24T17:29:34.089-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-11-24T17:29:34.089-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal ads" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personals" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating ad responses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal ad responses" /><title>The Honesty! It's Overwhelming!</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;I've begun to think that one of the big mistakes I've made in my life is to not be more honest with people. We all know what we feel, and yet often we don't tell others, either because we are embarrassed or because we don't want to hurt their feelings. Well, I'm at a point where I feel that my desires must have reasons of their own that I should not question, and my overwhelming desire is to meet a sweet, curvy, pretty, kind woman with really, really big natural breasts. It turns me on in a way nothing else does, and I just have to respect that fact. I want true love, I want to have great sex, I want to have kids some day, and I want to do it with a woman who turns me on like crazy. I don't just want to settle for whoever is nearby, I want what I want. My body knows things that my mind can't understand. I know I should be going on and on about a bunch of personal details, so: I'm tall, caucasian, handsome, look great for my age, have a decent job, educated, in good shape, well-read, and well-endowed. Race, age, eye color, and all that are not super important to me, I'm more interested in finding a sweet woman who is super busty, not uptight, and is ready for a person who is trying to be honest about it. Don't hate! Send a picture. I'll send one back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Dear Honest Man,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Gee whiz! Your honesty is amazing! I have been searching far and wide for a man who likes great sex and women with big breasts, especially a combination of the two! I always find men looking for flat-chested prudes. Oh the disappointment! You, on the other hand, are so unique in looking for an attractive, nice woman who is curvy and likes to get down between the sheets, I don't even know what to think about this! I think I need to send you my phone number right now! And a picture... Of my breasts!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Another thing I'm constantly let down on is not finding men who are willing to tell me about their penis sizes on their initial dating ad! You are a gem, my friend! An absolute gem! Often I have to beg and plead with strange men on the internet to get a clue about their naughty bits. I &lt;i&gt;never EVER &lt;/i&gt;get photos of the male genitalia without first requesting and sometimes bribing the owner of the bits. I am relieved that you are willing to own up to being well-endowed right from the get-go. We XX chromosomes are often so concerned with penis size. It's a known fact that we like to know &amp;nbsp;your "size" before we know your name or see a picture of your face!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to take a minute to send you a heartfelt response for your honesty. I am *so* glad you are aware that you are the only man who is honest about these desires and needs you're experiencing. It is a good thing that you are so aware of what we have to deal with all the time. Men pretending they like our personalities, smiles, EYE COLORS (who looks at those anyway?)... what man could possibly mean those words? It is so much better to have a man come out and tell us that he just wants us to be nice, like to fuck, and have big NATURAL breasts! I hope you don't mind that I'm going to be kicking these puppies up the stairs in a few years after gravity takes effect. It happens. Since you're going the natural route, I won't even have the option to do anything about that. Hope you like looking at these babies out of the bra. Once I get anywhere close to your age you're going to be looking closer to my navel than my sternum. Doesn't that sound fun??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I can't wait to finally get rid of all my breast-reducing sports bras I've been forced to wear for the last several years in the hopes of catching a man.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I look forward to hearing from you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Your future cat lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;PS... please include proof of your penis size. You may photograph it next to a ruler, or perhaps a vegetable or fruit. I want to be sure you're being honest about your "stature" as well as your desires&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~4/7woCEuzJ620" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/2734683596558153509/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-honesty-its-overwhelming.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/2734683596558153509?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/2734683596558153509?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~3/7woCEuzJ620/the-honesty-its-overwhelming.html" title="The Honesty! It's Overwhelming!" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-honesty-its-overwhelming.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cNRH47fCp7ImA9WhNTEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203799913454851049.post-3823761362621969140</id><published>2012-10-13T16:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-13T16:31:35.004-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-10-13T16:31:35.004-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personals Responses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cat lady matchmaking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal responses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love games" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal ads" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cat ladies in love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating ad responses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating ads" /><title>A Scavenger Hunt</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Does anyone actually read the things they post on these sites? Today I found:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its a really nice warm day. I'm heading over to&amp;nbsp;(name withheld) park and I'd love for you to join me if you're looking to meet a cute guy this afternoon...... We could have some beers, people watch, or just hangout in the park....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Email me and I'll give you some hints (kinda like a scavenger hunt) on who I am. I'll be by myself -- cute white male, brown hair, very fit and slim body, educated, fun, have style, and very flirty with the right girl.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I'm not exactly sure what to think about this. Did he not think about what he was writing? Do women actually answer to these things? I think it's time to translate to how this would be read by a normal(ish), sane (occasionally), woman.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its a really nice warm day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The sun is shining. It is easier to stare at women wearing skimpy clothes when the weather is like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm heading over to&amp;nbsp;(name withheld) park&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm going to go to a prime location where it is highly likely women are either a) jogging or b) sun-tanning. This will optimize the likelihood of me adding to my spank-bank while pretending to read the Economist or War and Peace while seated on an appropriately distanced bench down the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I'd love for you to join me if you're looking to meet a cute guy this afternoon....&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;You should come meet a strange man of questionable character/attractiveness in a secluded wilderness area where people are only around at random intervals&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;We could have some beers &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;with or without Rohypnol, your choice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, people watch &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;though the bushes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, or just hangout in the park.... &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;behind the hedge, while you're gagged and tied to a tree.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i style="background-color: black;"&gt;Email me and I'll give you some hints (kinda like a scavenger hunt) on who I am.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tall, brunette, live with my parents&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'll be by myself &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;as usual&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- cute &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;just ask my mom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;white male, brown hair, very fit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you compare me to my friends in the D&amp;amp;D group&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and slim body &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I haven't worked out in my life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;, educated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;reading helps me forget the fact that I haven't been within five feet of a real woman in six months&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;, fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;my cats think I'm hilarious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;, have style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sheldon stole everything from me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;, and very flirty with the right girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;or any girl. Whether she wants it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I can't help but be excited by this though...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Dear Park Enthusiast,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I just wanted to shoot you a quick note regarding your ad from earlier this afternoon. Hopefully you'll get this in time to send me the first clue for our little game. Maybe you can send me a cell-phone pic of the park bench you're standing near. Or maybe one of you with a nylon stocking over your face peeking out from behind the tree next to the bench? That is so hot. I know when I'm bored on a Saturday afternoon I often look for unknown men posting on public forums for women to meet them in secluded areas before something like, I don't know... coffee? Public handshake? It's so exciting!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I am most excited about the idea of a scavenger hunt! I LOVE games. I love games almost more than I love lists (and I loooooooove lists). Is there a prize? Will I find a gold coin at the end of the scavenger hunt? Or are you the prize? If you're the prize, do I get to keep you? I mean, I would've won you fair and square. This makes me all giddy! Like Elmira when sighting a new kitty!! I'm not so sure on the storage of that though. I mean, full-grown men are fairly large, and I really don't know where I'd keep one should I win one. With two cats and a full sewing set-up, things are kind of crowded in my apartment. Although, I think I might have room under my bed for you. It has risers so it has a bit of space under there next to the old suitcases I can't bring myself to throw away. You said you were slim, didn't you? I'm sure I could tuck you under there without too much difficulty when I go to work. I'll probably have to duct tape your arms and legs down though so I can slide you under there easily. Don't worry, I'll be sure to leave you a dish of water and some sort of entertainment. Do you like the movie Pride and Prejudice? (I personally like the six hour version on replay). I can't promise you food though. Not because I want to starve you, but because I don't keep that stuff in my house. Yuck.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I am SO excited! I can't wait to start our game. As soon as I find my stun-gun I'm going to head out in your direction. Can't wait for the first hint! This is going to be so much fun!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;See you soon!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Future Crazy Cat Lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;P.S. Would you consider yourself more of a speed or a distance runner?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~4/6JbOy92mlhQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/3823761362621969140/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/10/a-scavenger-hunt.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/3823761362621969140?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/3823761362621969140?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~3/6JbOy92mlhQ/a-scavenger-hunt.html" title="A Scavenger Hunt" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/10/a-scavenger-hunt.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYNR3g-cSp7ImA9WhJaEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203799913454851049.post-6296753059118823169</id><published>2012-09-30T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-30T16:03:16.659-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-09-30T16:03:16.659-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="desperate dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personals Responses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal responses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal ads" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personals" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating ad responses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comedy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Letters" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating ads" /><title>But I Can Love You!</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;I thought I loved someone, she would say she cared for me, but I found out that she was repeatedly sleeping around with several guys. Even bringing one back home when I was still there and acted like it wasn't a big deal. My heart has been completely crushed and she still thinks I'm overreacting as if it didn't matter somehow. Needless to say, her ass is gone now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I need someone in my life that isn't so selfish and ungrateful. Someone that actually wants a real loving relationship rather than just a free ride. Someone that cares about others feelings. Someone that when things go wrong understands and tries to make things better. Is that so much to ask for?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Dear Crushed Heart,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I was sitting here combing through the personal ads (it's been a while, I admit) and I saw your post. I hope I'm not too late in my reply and find you have already been swept up by the droves of women that are sure to have already responded to your completely appealing ad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I've been waiting a very long time for a man to ask me to become involved in a serious relationship with him after first telling me about how awful his ex was. That never happens. It makes my heart feel all mushy inside to know that I could shoulder the burden of all the things she did to you before we've even had sex for the first time. That is extremely arousing to me, by the way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;I mean, there's something so indescribably alluring about a man's come-on line that goes something along the lines of, "I'm extremely angry that I got treated poorly by a girl I was involved with and can't wait to get into a new relationship where I will emotionally bludgeon my new girlfriend for all the crimes of the ex." It makes me get all misty... well... not in my eyes, if you know what I mean. *wink wink*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I can tell it's important to you that I show you how much I care about you and your feelings so you will know you're going to be in safe hands. In order to do this with us not knowing each other very well, or at all, I will make sure to cover all topics in your note. In list form, of course. (I do love the lists).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I can tell from your post that you dated someone who wanted a "free ride" so you will of course expect me to pay for everything for both of us. No problem, I find that hot. I can't wait for you to get angry about how she made you always pay for dinner and then refuse to pay for anything you and I eat. Even when I'm not hungry and you just want a snack. I got ya! It's all good, order an extra pretzel from that cart!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;You are looking for someone who cares about other people's feelings? I know what that means, and don't you worry your pretty little head about me being self-centered in that department. I am quite willing to put any needs and desires I have on hold so as not to appear focused on my own feelings. We will do nothing but stroke your ego and talk about how fantastic you are. In fact, any time I have a bad day or am not feeling so hot, why don't you immediately blow up about how all I do is bitch about stuff and never listen to you. Then I'll apologize profusely and give you a foot rub.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;You want someone who likes making it better when things go wrong? Shit yeah! I am there, man! By "wrong" I know you're referring to when I'm being incredibly selfish and irrational by wanting to do something other than watch your TV shows, and go hang out with your friends, and eat what you want to eat, and do what you want to do. Have no fear my future love! I will fix that shit right up. In fact, I will install a comment box in the hallway next to our bedroom (for anonymous comments of course) so that you (or some other nameless member of this relationship) can leave constructive criticism on how things can be improved between us. Let the understanding begin, Babe!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Remember, it is NOT too much to ask for! She made you feel like shit! And the rest of us XX's are out here to make YOU feel better about how YOUR relationship with SOME OTHER GIRL sucked.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;How soon can we begin courtship? Perhaps I could help you box up some of her belongings to move them out of your house? Or we could keep them and I can incorporate them into my wardrobe and lifestyle so I will seem more like her while you base everything to do with us on your experiences with her. I'm sure you can tell that I am incredibly excited to get this relationship started.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Can't wait to hear from &amp;nbsp;you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Your Future Crazy Cat Lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;P.S. In your response, please include the top 45 things that pissed you off during your relationship with her so that I can prepare myself for what I'm going to be making up for. Xoxo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~4/tn2P2l9UC-g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/6296753059118823169/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/09/but-i-can-love-you.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/6296753059118823169?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/6296753059118823169?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~3/tn2P2l9UC-g/but-i-can-love-you.html" title="But I Can Love You!" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/09/but-i-can-love-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AHQXs6fyp7ImA9WhJTFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203799913454851049.post-8556852042792203773</id><published>2012-06-24T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-24T16:15:30.517-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-24T16:15:30.517-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shit that gets mailed to me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="letters from fans" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fan Letters" /><title>Letters From My "Fans"</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;I'm bored. I illustrated my new blog cover photo (that's right! Appreciate that shit!!) and now I'm out of things to do. Then I realized that I haven't checked the e-mail account linked to this blog in a few months so I figured I'd get in there and see what might have come across the interwebs. I was hoping maybe Mr. Abromowitz from Canada stopped by and said hello. As my wedgie boy post still gets between 10-15 hits a week even though it's over a year and a half old, I have this feeling you're still peeking at it, Walt. You naughty boy, you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Anyway, back to my e-mail inbox. The first e-mail I got was from someone wanting me to include links to their new online dating site in my blog.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Really, Laura? You were "reading" my blog and thought that I might be the person to go to for references for dating sites? You and Walt must be on the same page with thinking that I could POSSIBLY be the person to go to for any sort of reference for sex or dating. I'm a fucking CAT LADY. But whatever, I would &lt;i&gt;love &lt;/i&gt;to write a post about your dating site! I'm not exactly sure it would say anything you'd really like potential customers to read, but I would be thrilled to talk about your site. I love dating sites.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;The next e-mail I got was what I was really confused by. It made absolutely no sense. I mean, I could understand why Laura would think I would have anything to do with internet dating. There are a lot of tags to internet dating on my blog. While sending out searches of e-mail addresses to spam... er... send heartfelt messages to, I can see how I would pop up on there. Hell, I'm even willing to do it (provided she's not an internet robot trying to sell me web-cam sex. I can get that anywhere). But Christine sent me an interesting note about her &lt;i&gt;weight loss app.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Oh here, you guys just read it:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hi Future cat lady,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I was reading your blog today and wonder you could give me an opinion on a diet/fitness app I'm making right now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;For me, I think the problem with being healthy is motivation. It's an abstract, overwhelming goal. I think the best way to counter this is to have concrete, winnable games and small victories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;So, this app will makes living healthy, and fitness into a RPG game, where users earn points, and "level up' as they achieve their goals. Everytime they eat something healthy like vegetables, they earn points. Everytime they complete a workout, they earn points. Each level will present different challenges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The challenges will follow a certain structure. First will come changing your environment such as getting rid of junk food. Then, reducing stress, as stress leads to eating comfort food. Then concrete goals like keeping track of everything you eat, or taking the stairs for a week. Small, concrete goals rather than abstract ones like "be healthy" or "exercise more".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The whole point is to create a holistic framework/game so people will rely less on willpower, and more on fun, achievement, and changing our environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;What's your opinion on this idea? Would you want to know when I'm done with it? &amp;nbsp;If this sounds too silly, or absurd, just ignore what I just said, hehe =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Christine,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you for your interest in my blog. I appreciate that I have such loyal fans with such attention to detail. Especially concerning my interests. I can tell that you read my blog very carefully before sending me this e-mail. I am OBVIOUSLY the person to go to about healthy living, fitness, and RPG games! I mean, I talk about that shit all the time on here! And it's not just me! When I think of cat ladies as a whole I totally think of healthy living and video games. They are all about that crap!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What the fuck, Christine?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you kidding me? I'm a CAT LADY! As in, I would prefer to scoop shit out of a box than involve myself in human interaction. I like to sit around and eat cartons of ice cream while sitting on my god damned couch, dangling a string-toy-thing for my asshole of a cat who won't let me have two minutes to myself without shoving his ass in my face. My "game systems" consist of a 1980's Nintendo that I don't even remember where the power supply cord is and a Game Cube that I have TWO games for and I can't remember the last time I turned it on. The idea of polling ME for you fitness doodad is both silly AND absurd. But no, I'm definitely not ignoring what you said! In fact, let's talk about it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're obviously breaking the mold on weight loss here. Get rid of stress and eat vegetables? What a concept! My jaw dropped the minute I read that. You're saying that people have to keep track of what they eat and get rid of junk food? That's amazing! I'm sure no one has heard that before. I always thought there was some sort of secret fairy dust to drop those pounds. Maybe a little dance in the light of the full moon before bathing in a mythical stream surrounded by ferns and unicorns. I am in awe of your innovation. What's next? Portion control? EXERCISE???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Okay, really, turning weight loss into a game is a fantastic idea! I can't believe no one has.... oh wait...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Go buy a fucking &lt;/span&gt;Wii&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; and quit bothering people on the &lt;/span&gt;internet&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. If you want to survey people on their opinions of your product, there are websites that people sign up for to do that. I have more important shit to do like finish eating this CARTON of donuts after sleeping until noon before I woke up to brush the cats and&amp;nbsp;vacuum.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have a great day,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Future Cat Lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S. If you have any of that fairy dust, I &lt;i&gt;would &lt;/i&gt;be interested in reviewing that. Fuck that "work" to lose weight. Pfft.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~4/tpGmCRWL-3I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/8556852042792203773/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/06/letters-from-my-fans.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/8556852042792203773?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/8556852042792203773?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~3/tpGmCRWL-3I/letters-from-my-fans.html" title="Letters From My &quot;Fans&quot;" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/06/letters-from-my-fans.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8FQXg4cCp7ImA9WhJTFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203799913454851049.post-8141817897718007682</id><published>2012-06-23T11:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-23T14:26:50.638-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-23T14:26:50.638-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating advice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cat ladies in love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cat lady dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comedy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="why men drive women crazy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="why women are crazy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chicks are crazy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating truths" /><title>Why Men Think Women Are F*Ing CRAZY</title><content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Oh my God! A real post! Is the world coming to an end??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Nope, I just got a wild hair and had an interesting idea pop into my head. And, oh look! I'm stuck in a car dealership for the entire weekend with nothing to do... PERFECT!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;I hear it over and over again from men that I know, "Women are fucking nuts, Phoebe!" And I completely agree. We're bonkers. But honestly, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; try living with a constant flux of hormones that are spending most of their time trying to convince you that the world is out to get you (and that you're the size of a carrier ship to boot)&amp;nbsp;and see how far you go with seeming "rational" to the rest of the population. Now, don't get me wrong, men have hormones too (and feelings I hear,&amp;nbsp;although I call shenanigans on that), but it's a slightly different mental game there. Men have the ability to think of one thing at a time. It's amazing. Women... well... we think about &lt;em&gt;EVERYTHING...&lt;/em&gt; ALL THE TIME!!!! And when we get fixated? Oh lordie lord! Everything goes to hell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;So, here's a scenario most of you know: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Side note: This is a scenario for two people who actually like each other... this is NOT TRUE for people who are actually just looking for sex/hook-ups, that's a whole different ball game and I will address that at another time. This is also a GENERALIZATION on &lt;u&gt;many &lt;/u&gt;experiences of mine and my friends'. Not everyone is like this, I know that... but this is my blog so piss off).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Girl meets guy. Guy seems awesome. Girl seems independent and sane. Guy is interested in girl. Girl is interested in guy. Girl and Guy go out. (You following?) So far, everything is going GREAT. They go out, they have fun, there's chemistry, it's all groovy. At the end of the evening they part ways, and then the problem starts. Guy says something along the lines of, "I'll call you." Or whatever other&amp;nbsp;random line pops into his head that he's probably not thinking too much about (provided he actually likes the girl).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;After they go their separate ways, Girl is walking around in a hormone-driven daze of infatuation. Guy is going about his normal routine, possibly considering what kind of underwear she's wearing, but attending to business as usual. Girl calls/texts/e-mails her BFFs and over-analyzes every single step of the evening. Within the span of a day she has already established his desire of her and is eagerly anticipating his next contact so they can continue with their "courtship". Guy continues with his life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;After a couple days, Girl has gone through numerous scenarios of whether or not he likes her and if he wants to spend more time with her. She starts wondering why he hasn't contacted her. It is Wednesday, Guy has been working at his highly stressful job. Girl has been working, and e-mailing, and texting and&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. You see, men have a limited capacity to multi-task. Women can perform all necessary functions of their job, while gossiping with their girlfriends, maintaining a text conversation with their bestie, and following the news... All while painting their nails and chewing gum. Men focus on what they are doing. The higher the demands of the job, the less likely they are going to think about anything that might require more than a grunt of a thought. Like, "I like beer" or "nice boobs." They aren't going to sit around and process their (arguably nonexistent) feelings. They don't work that way. Girl is too caught up in wanting to hear from him to rationally remember that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;After a VERY SHORT amount of time,&amp;nbsp;Girl runs out of reasons of why Guy hasn't made plans to hang out with her again. It is so alien to her thought process that she can't understand WHY she hasn't heard from Guy. She starts fixating on the lack of future&amp;nbsp;plans. Even if Guy has said "hello" or seen how her day was, it's not the same!! He hasn't made PLANS! Doesn't he want to see her again? Is he seeing other girls?! Is he... *gasp*... not interested?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Soon, nothing else matters but contact. And, every moment of non-contact is a strong signal of disinterest. Girl checks her phone every two seconds, even though it's on sound, vibrate, and electric jolt if even the slightest notification shows up. She's to the point where she's getting shocked by a cattle prod every time someone likes a cute cat picture on Facebook.&amp;nbsp;Guy considers on whether or not he wants to see Girl. He might think about whether or not the whole situation is a good idea. He might worry about hurting her feelings if he's not that interested (probably not, but I'll offer the benefit of the doubt as several men have CLAIMED this thought). Hell, he might just be thinking about the fact that he wants to eat a goddamned sandwich! Girl starts cycling through thoughts of "Ooh, he text me!" to "It's been five minutes" to "I wonder if he's sleeping with her" to "will we ever hang out again?" to "does he hate my cats?" to "should I go out with someone else?" to "He doesn't like me" to "Maybe I don't like him!" to "HE HATES ME!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Remember, Guy has NO IDEA Girl is having all these thoughts. Guy is OBLIVIOUS! As a friend of mine always says, "the more oblivious the guy, the crazier the girl."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;After Guy has finally worked through whatever it is that's taking up all his bandwidth (work, "feelings", etc) Guy decides he really wants to see Girl again. You can imagine his surprise when he experiences this:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;And that, my friends, is how a girl can go from zero to bat-shit crazy in a matter of four days. Good luck avoiding it, it's genetic.&amp;nbsp;I'm still working on&amp;nbsp;discovering a cure. It's somewhere between a vat of ice-cream,&amp;nbsp;a ten-mile trail run, and losing your phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Or you could go with my personal cure: adopt a shit-ton of cats and run screaming if an XY chromosome&amp;nbsp;comes within a two-block radius of you&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~4/DPwbhESTnx4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/8141817897718007682/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/06/why-men-think-women-are-fing-crazy.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/8141817897718007682?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/8141817897718007682?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~3/DPwbhESTnx4/why-men-think-women-are-fing-crazy.html" title="Why Men Think Women Are F*Ing CRAZY" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZD4PcKiS9tE/T-X0oLBFwRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/IsXzodf3CdQ/s72-c/Front+Door.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/06/why-men-think-women-are-fing-crazy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04CQns6fip7ImA9WhJTE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203799913454851049.post-2776764489603082746</id><published>2012-06-22T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-22T12:06:03.516-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-22T12:06:03.516-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="how to speak man" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating advice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="interpretations" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating ads" /><title>More Translations</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;So today, I was scanning through the "I saw you" sections and came across this particular posting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Whenever I see you at work I wish I could tell you that I think you're a
 really amazing beautiful person.  It hurts that you hate me so much, 
what did I ever do for you to hate me so much. I think it's because 
you're scared of your attraction to me and you feel like I'll reject you
 if you try to open up so you put up this huge wall. It's too bad cuz 
you and I could be real good together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;And I was thinking, "hmm... this is an interesting ad. I think it needs a little deciphering though, as I don't think he's being completely honest with the object of his obsess... er... AFFECTION."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Whenever I see you at work I wish I could tell you that I think you're a
 really amazing beautiful person.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I peek over the cubicle wall at you while you're trying to accomplish your daily workload I often think about what you'd look like naked tied up in my basement.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;It hurts that you hate me so much, 
what did I ever do for you to hate me so much.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can't believe you weren't flattered when I sent you inter-office e-mails of my penis. I don't understand why you don't love me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I think it's because 
you're scared of your attraction to me and you feel like I'll reject you
 if you try to open up so you put up this huge wall.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You obviously want me. I can tell by the way you run screaming down the halls. That restraining order was just your way of foreplay.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
It's too bad cuz 
you and I could be real good together.&amp;nbsp;  
&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;By "together" I mean you locked in an secret, sound-proofed apartment I built into the attic of my house where I can check on you once a day to see if you've change your mind regarding your acceptance of my affections. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~4/tVsLDbdha20" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/2776764489603082746/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/06/more-translations.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/2776764489603082746?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/2776764489603082746?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~3/tVsLDbdha20/more-translations.html" title="More Translations" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/06/more-translations.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8AQ3Y_cCp7ImA9WhVaFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203799913454851049.post-7573702249215436323</id><published>2012-06-11T15:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-11T15:30:42.848-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-11T15:30:42.848-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="why I shouldn't date" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="why cat ladies don't date" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="texting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cat lady dating" /><title>Yet Another Reason Why I Should Never Date</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;So, as most of you know, I have a slight problem with my phone...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I'm always on it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;There are multiple reasons for this, but the most obvious one is that I like my men like I like my vacations: Hot, Last Forever, and FAR AWAY. (No, let's not analyze this). Because of this, I spend a large portion of my life texting. And, since people apparently have things to do OTHER THAN AMUSE ME while I'm at work, this is generally what happens when I text someone...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Rinse and repeat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~4/FWKK9Cl7rR4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/7573702249215436323/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/06/yet-another-reason-why-i-should-never.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/7573702249215436323?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/7573702249215436323?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~3/FWKK9Cl7rR4/yet-another-reason-why-i-should-never.html" title="Yet Another Reason Why I Should Never Date" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4VoiXHh9_I8/T9ZwzqeK30I/AAAAAAAAAJk/NWvaX2F-RbY/s72-c/text.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/06/yet-another-reason-why-i-should-never.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYHRX8_eyp7ImA9WhJTEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203799913454851049.post-6177891680936261243</id><published>2012-05-26T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-20T14:18:54.143-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-20T14:18:54.143-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="art" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal responses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal ads" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cat lady art" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating ad responses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nude modeling" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating ads" /><title>I Would LOVE to Draw You!!</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Howdie, y'all!! How goes it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;So, here I was, bored at work (again) so I decided to continue my quest for the love of my life. On free internet dating forums, of course... While I was reading the, truly deep,&amp;nbsp;love notes&amp;nbsp;of the XY chromosomes in this city, (like, "Hey baby, wanna do me?"),&amp;nbsp;I found a heartfelt request buried amongst the drivel.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Do you like to draw? Have you ever drawn from a male's body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always fantasized to be a figure drawing model for a woman and to have her draw me in the nude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't feel comfortable modeling in front of a full class of people (like they do in college), but feel like I would definitely enjoy it in a more private setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be a professional artist. I would prefer if you were a mature woman (35+).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good-looking, 31-year-old, professional, respectful, Caucasian man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you game?

&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Dear Future Muse,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I saw your ad this morning and I am soooo excited to write to you! I &lt;i&gt;love &lt;/i&gt;to draw! I've never drawn FROM a male's body (I'm not entirely sure what that even entails, honestly, my mind goes to some rather bizarre conclusions from that sentence), but if it involves a complete stranger standing in the buff in my living room, I am &lt;i&gt;totally&lt;/i&gt; game! It will be very private, but I hope you don't mind my cat being there... he's nosy (and indoor only). &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Your ad is really helping me out with a predicament I've found myself in. Whenever I sit around and try to come up with things to do with my spare time, I'm like, "I know! I'll practice my life-drawing skills! But, h&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ow do I get a strange man to come stand naked in my living room?" I mean, why would I want to draw a &lt;i&gt;woman&lt;/i&gt; with her curves and natural aesthetic beauty? A 30-something year old man who obviously spends a lot of time on the internet&amp;nbsp;is probably FAR more interesting to look at naked. I'm doubly grateful that you're posting this on a &lt;u&gt;dating site&lt;/u&gt; and offering to come over and take your clothes off... because it's almost IMPOSSIBLE to get a man to take his clothes off for me. Especially when I meet him on the internet! Thank GOD I found your post.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I'm also glad you don't mind if I'm not a professional artist, I always get nervous about people judging my work. But, I suppose I could claim "professional"... my stuff has been published!! I mean, I once one an art competition with a splatter painting! (I went above and beyond and outlined the splatters with ink). It gives me great faith in the artistic community when I can throw shit together and be given props for my "deep effort". Sigh... Remind me to tell you the stories of my winning poetry contests while I'm sketching your (I'm presuming) very manly attributes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Anyway, I took all the information you put out in your ad and&amp;nbsp;put together a preview for you. You know, so you can see the talent that I offer up...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Looking forward to hearing from you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Future Cat Lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;P.S. Please bring censor bar (I really don't want to see that stuff)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~4/f9i0i1qdXpQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/6177891680936261243/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/05/i-would-love-to-draw-you.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/6177891680936261243?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/6177891680936261243?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~3/f9i0i1qdXpQ/i-would-love-to-draw-you.html" title="I Would LOVE to Draw You!!" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_KbSYNbYOP8/T8FH1CT8RLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/WwBx-X7jyuY/s72-c/naked+dude.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/05/i-would-love-to-draw-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUHRXc5fip7ImA9WhVVF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203799913454851049.post-8953244857442158443</id><published>2012-05-11T16:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-11T16:50:34.926-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-11T16:50:34.926-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="internet dating advice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personals Responses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="letters from men" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal responses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cat lady dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating ad responses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating for women" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating ads" /><title>Really?</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Just a quick hello from the city before I head out for the weekend. I wasn't planning on posting anything until I could compose something worthy of my ten readers, but I saw this and I really couldn't help but respond.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you have the biological urge to become pregnant, but do not want the responsibility of parenthood?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Would you like to give birth to a beautiful baby and nurse it and care for it for a year or two (with assistance)?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you're young, healthy, esthetically pleasing, non-smoker, drug-free, 
intelligent, emotionally stable, kind, compassionate, gentle, and good 
with children, then contact me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am ready to be a father, but after a divorce (no children) I would 
like to avoid the pain and suffering that often comes from spousehood.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is NOT a commercial offer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Responses with PICTURES are PREFERRED.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thank you for your interest.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Dear Future Baby Daddy,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Gee whiz! I just read your ad and I cannot believe my eyes! It has been so long since I've found a man willing to get me pregnant (and have me take care of his offspring for a year or two) that I was losing hope of every finding one at all! I mean, how else would I want to spend 40 weeks of my life than having a couple months full of nausea, a few months of sciatica, crazy dreams, unusual food cravings, awful hemorrhoids, constipation, headaches, shortness of breath and then the JOYS of delivery!! Not to mention getting all the blood tests and ultrasounds and the 25 extra pounds on top of all that. Maybe I'll even get to have an episiotomy too! Then you'd let me nurse the critter for two years?? You are a giver. I can only imagine that after all of that, and then two years of bonding with it, I would be totally ready to hand that sucker off and never see it again!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I did want to ask... what if you don't like our offspring? Would you still be willing to take it off my hands? Or do I have to keep it? I don't think we can very well drop it off at the Humane Society, so we might want to discuss that a little further. I am &lt;b&gt;sure &lt;/b&gt;you would never do something like leave me hanging with a baby, no support, and no idea where you disappeared to though! After all, you're a legit and caring man looking for a woman to knock up on an &lt;b&gt;internet dating forum&lt;/b&gt;. That's Klassy with a K.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Anyway FBD, I have to run. Good luck out there! I have an appointment to go bond with foster kids (we're coming up on year two) before I walk out of their lives and never talk to them again. I hear that is fucking fabulous for the mental health of small children. Let me know if you want to start this, I'm looking forward to being unable to see my toes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Your Future Cat Lady&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;P.S. Please consider sterilization&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~4/3Q09IyM6R5w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/8953244857442158443/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/05/really.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/8953244857442158443?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/8953244857442158443?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~3/3Q09IyM6R5w/really.html" title="Really?" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/05/really.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8HQHs6fip7ImA9WhJTEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203799913454851049.post-8952644897871861023</id><published>2012-05-09T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-20T14:30:31.516-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-20T14:30:31.516-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="desperate dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexy lines" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life and times of a cat lady" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexy pick up lines" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cat ladies looking for love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cat lady dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pick up lines" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cat lady night life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comedy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cat lady" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating for women" /><title>Cat Lady Pick-Up Lines #1</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;So, it's been a shitty day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Nothing in particular, just woke up on the wrong side of the bed and have been a total snatch all day. So.... nothing new there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Anyway, I was thinking it was time to answer the age old question that people keep asking me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;"Phoebe," they ask, "you must be able to get any man you want! Tell me, how do you do it?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Well, my friends... I am very smooth. Like a broken piece of balsa wood. Or coarse sandpaper covered in velcro. The men, they come falling at my feet (the minute they find out I'm paying for that last round). In discussion with one of my besties, we decided it was probably time for me to start showing you exactly how I find the amazing men that have graced my history with their presence.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I give you, Part 1 of how this future cat lady pulls in the men:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_npvxe-xhZo/T6sClmpNxjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bdWAyzWxpCY/s1600/bar.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_npvxe-xhZo/T6sClmpNxjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bdWAyzWxpCY/s320/bar.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~4/Ilc2kb7K2cE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/8952644897871861023/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/05/cat-lady-pick-up-lines-1.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/8952644897871861023?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/8952644897871861023?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~3/Ilc2kb7K2cE/cat-lady-pick-up-lines-1.html" title="Cat Lady Pick-Up Lines #1" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_npvxe-xhZo/T6sClmpNxjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bdWAyzWxpCY/s72-c/bar.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/05/cat-lady-pick-up-lines-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEDRX8_cSp7ImA9WhVVEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203799913454851049.post-2628803333728135368</id><published>2012-05-03T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-03T14:31:14.149-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-03T14:31:14.149-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexy lines" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life and times of a cat lady" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cat ladies looking for love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cat lady dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comedy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Sexy Lines VI</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;There are times when I look at my dating life and think, "gee... why am I alone?" I can't quite put my finger on it most of the time, I know there are guys out there that want to go out with me. I could probably even find someone stupid enough to date me "long-term", but for some odd reason I keep finding myself going home with my cats.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Along with perusing personal ads, making bad cartoons, and harassing people that want nothing to do with me via text message; I also have a hobby of sitting around and comparing my life to a movie... or at the very least, a TV show. Then I realized that if my dating life was a TV show it would be something along the lines of the bad '90s show "Love Connection."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;And that's when the truth of my dating life dawned on me:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X-jZeh1dQ0Y/T6L3orqVoZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/aeVZWD5sMo0/s1600/datingshow.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X-jZeh1dQ0Y/T6L3orqVoZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/aeVZWD5sMo0/s320/datingshow.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~4/Jlc_-M_GSDI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/2628803333728135368/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/05/sexy-lines-vi.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/2628803333728135368?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/2628803333728135368?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~3/Jlc_-M_GSDI/sexy-lines-vi.html" title="Sexy Lines VI" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X-jZeh1dQ0Y/T6L3orqVoZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/aeVZWD5sMo0/s72-c/datingshow.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/05/sexy-lines-vi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQDQXg7eyp7ImA9WhVWGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203799913454851049.post-6570858687447233880</id><published>2012-05-01T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-01T16:52:50.603-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-01T16:52:50.603-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexy lines" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexy pick up lines" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cat lady dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pick up lines" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comedy" /><title>Sexy Lines Part V</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;So, as I think about true situations I have found myself in throughout this whole "dating experience", I recall many of the compromises that I've been willing to make to make the object of my affection happy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You'd be surprised at how close to accurate this might actually be...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0czpvHdfBTc/T6B3HzZOTEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Kw0-lQvxF8s/s1600/paperbag.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0czpvHdfBTc/T6B3HzZOTEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Kw0-lQvxF8s/s320/paperbag.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~4/GlENSeLqEX4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/6570858687447233880/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/05/sexy-lines-part-v.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/6570858687447233880?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/6570858687447233880?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~3/GlENSeLqEX4/sexy-lines-part-v.html" title="Sexy Lines Part V" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0czpvHdfBTc/T6B3HzZOTEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Kw0-lQvxF8s/s72-c/paperbag.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/05/sexy-lines-part-v.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAGQXwzeyp7ImA9WhVWFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203799913454851049.post-2447682623197025299</id><published>2012-04-28T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-28T12:18:40.283-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-28T12:18:40.283-07:00</app:edited><title>Sexy Lines Part IV</title><content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;So, this morning, as I was BARTing to the dealership after a completely un-cat-lady-like evening of drinking ALL THE CAR BOMBS in San Francisco... well... half of them (my friend drank the other half), I got a note on Facebook from my Gypsy advising me that she needed more of the sexiest lines I've ever heard. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;So... as per special request... I give you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;The way to assure this girl will never look at another man. In fact, this is probably the most surefire way to make me never want to let you out of my sights. I will follow you around like a puppy to the ends of the earth... And yet another reason why I go home to my cats every night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Yup... true story.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~4/iTsKHEut4a0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/2447682623197025299/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/04/sexy-lines-part-iv.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/2447682623197025299?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/2447682623197025299?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~3/iTsKHEut4a0/sexy-lines-part-iv.html" title="Sexy Lines Part IV" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gnqW9zlG6Yw/T5xBUg4rHdI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0kS-RkymDU8/s72-c/cartoon.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/04/sexy-lines-part-iv.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMBQXcyfSp7ImA9WhVXGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203799913454851049.post-9033511667052744613</id><published>2012-04-19T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-19T11:34:10.995-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-19T11:34:10.995-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage advice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="problem-solving in relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship advice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comedy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage counseling" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage" /><title>Marriage Advice</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Good day to you my fine readers!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Today, as I was wasting time at my computer and being sure to look like I was attending to something &lt;i&gt;incredibly &lt;/i&gt;important, I found this interesting nugget. I'm not really quite sure what to say about it, I am definitely the last person I would go to for relationship advice, but... well... Here, why don't you guys just take a little peek really quick.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;i&gt;I miss the Man U had the potential to be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Why do you always wait for the moment that will make your words cut the 
deepest? Why do you have to use the words that bring tears to my eyes? 
Most husbands hurt when they see their wives tears.....I'm beginning to 
think you enjoy it.
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I know, right? What does one say to something like this?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Dear Married Teenager,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Today, while reading your letter I felt a surge of emotion going out to you. Your pain was completely apparent and I am SO sorry you felt that you had to put something like this out on the "Missed Connections" for your husband to read. I am positive that this note really touched him and showed him the pain and misery he is causing you! (Although, hopefully he can figure out which one of his "wives" wrote this). Luckily, it's completely obvious who &lt;i&gt;he &lt;/i&gt;is, and I'm sure he'll have no problem knowing that this note (on a public internet forum) is for him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Honestly, I think writing public, passive-aggressive notes for your partner is an excellent way of dealing with problems in a relationship. I know that whenever my cats piss me off, the first thing I do is run off to my laptop and hammer out the most wicked note you'll ever see. Then I post it on every site I can find. Hell, I even have a Yelp review on the effers! One more hairball and Chrissy is down to half a star! Maybe you should do that! You and the rest of his wives could get together and write a review on his performance as a husband. He would probably TOTALLY get it if he saw his star-rating plummet down to 1. It works for everywhere else, why not in a marriage?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;This note is by far the best example I've seen in marital problem solving! I think I might recommend this to Dr. Phil. Heaven forbid you actually talk to him and say something like, "it hurts my feelings when you do this." I would say to throw in a tear or two, but it sounds like you've already done that and he totally digs it. What a sick bastard! I bet he does it on purpose! (Although, I don't know a man out there that doesn't &lt;i&gt;love &lt;/i&gt;women crying... the minute the waterworks start they go crazy for it).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Wait, I've got an idea! Maybe Dr. Phil will let you guys go on his show!! Because, even better than a vague, public note on the internet, dragging your significant other onto a live TV show and airing all your problems to be reviewed by a live, studio audience is an amazing example of really putting in the extra effort for your relationship. I think you guys have got something special here.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to give you a little encouragement in your remarkable problem-solving skills and say, keep up the good work! Wives like you help ensure that I won't have a date for the next ten years. And for that, I am eternally grateful!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Your Future Crazy Cat Lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;P.S. I will expect my Yelp review by tomorrow, I really want to see how those stars rack up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~4/AUcRTb7c7v8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/9033511667052744613/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/04/good-day-to-you-my-fine-readers-today.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/9033511667052744613?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/9033511667052744613?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~3/AUcRTb7c7v8/good-day-to-you-my-fine-readers-today.html" title="Marriage Advice" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/04/good-day-to-you-my-fine-readers-today.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ADSXc4fSp7ImA9WhVXF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203799913454851049.post-3898303231390354036</id><published>2012-04-17T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-17T16:36:18.935-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-17T16:36:18.935-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating advice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal responses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cat lady dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personals" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating ad responses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comedy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cat lady's personal ad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating ads" /><title>Who Could Say No?</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Huh... well... Looking at this ad, all I can say is, "Wouldn't we all like that?"&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Looking for a man who can support me. I want to have a big art  collection and live in an expensive home. I am studying to be an artist  and interior designer. I like an active lifestyle. I like to go out to  eat at nice restaurants. I enjoy shopping.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;My dear starving art student,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;It was with much interest that I looked at your personal ad this weekend. It was quite a an impressive read, and I really wanted to give it the full amount of consideration it is worth. I definitely didn't want to reply too hastily, as I think you truly have something special here. After carefully perusing it, and thinking deeply about all the matters at hand, I just wanted to help you a little bit to get the maximum number of worthy responses you deserve.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;First off, normally I suggest women just come right out and say what they want, but obviously you need no such encouragement. In fact, I would recommend the opposite. Perhaps you should slow down a little bit, at least for the first sentence. Maybe you should start out with something like: "looking for a comfortable man of substance" or something along those lines. Just coming out and saying you're looking for a man to support you might give your readers the wrong idea. Like you're just looking for a paycheck or something! And I am completely sure that's not what you're trying to say! It's obvious you're looking for someone to share a long and meaningful relationship with you. I can see that, but your readers might not get that idea, and we wouldn't want that sort of misunderstanding getting in your way.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Actually, maybe we should rewrite the whole thing. How it's coming across right now is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't want to work and I would like a man who has no self-esteem and would like to pay me to hang out with him. I want him to buy me a ton of shit to decorate the over-sized house I will demand from him. I want over-priced canvases covered in splatter-painting so I can show how in-touch I am with the thriving art scene. My major is 99.9% guaranteed to never get me a job that will pay more than my cell phone bill. I would like for you to pay for me to go on vacations and perhaps pay for an incredibly attractive personal trainer to assist me in my "activities". I can't cook. At all. I would like to spend your money and I have absolutely no hobbies whatsoever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I don't think that this is quite what you were trying to say, so I propose this &lt;i&gt;minor &lt;/i&gt;edit. It might help just a little bit&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;in convincing a man to supply you with all the things you want.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wanted: Man to make the dying wishes of a end-stage cancer victim come true.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have very little time left and would like to have a man to spend my last days with. Due to my debilitating condition I cannot work and it would be helpful if you could provide me with the little things in life so we can enjoy each other in my last few days on this earth. I've always wanted to be surrounded by beautiful masterpieces that are in an expansive hall displaying them. I had aspirations of creating such works of art, and displaying them in a tasteful and elegant display, but my dream has been stolen from me due to a cruel twist of fate. My doctors have suggested that I exercise as much as possible in order to help me fight off this awful disease. My hands shake too much from my medications to allow me to cook very well. Going to the mall and boutiques allows me a small amount of comfort as I buy things and pretend I'll be able to use them before I die.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;*cough cough* &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I think that this might be as good as what you wrote, and might actually land you someone before your original ad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Let me know what you think!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Future Cat Lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;P.S. I would bill you for my services, but I have no need of any more mediocre art or flower arranging. Best of luck! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~4/LpNRDa_cUtU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/3898303231390354036/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/04/who-could-say-no.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/3898303231390354036?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/3898303231390354036?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~3/LpNRDa_cUtU/who-could-say-no.html" title="Who Could Say No?" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/04/who-could-say-no.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8MSXk5cSp7ImA9WhVXEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203799913454851049.post-6890387004879881859</id><published>2012-04-11T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-11T17:01:28.729-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-11T17:01:28.729-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cat ladies do home repair" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personals Responses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mutual masturbation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal ads" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating ad responses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating ads" /><title>Why Play Alone?</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Sigh...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;So here I am, trying to end my day at the shack, and I find this particular piece of literature:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am working sort of halfheartedly; actually watched some online porn,  which I rarely do. Mutual masturbation is fun and allows for the  appropriate emotional distance between strangers...we can adjust things  as we see fit but I am comfortable with a no touch rule. As for me, I am  tall, fit, endowed (+/-), nice to look at and I have a relaxed,  respectful attitude along with a nice voice and active imagination. I am  completely genuine and available. Solo is no fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Dear Solo,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;What an excellent idea you have! I often find myself watching online porn at work and thinking, "You know what would make this better? Having a complete stranger watch me take care of business!!" But, can't be having him get too close... no coffee or anything first. I mean, I &lt;i&gt;definitely &lt;/i&gt;want to keep the appropriate emotional distance between myself and the random man off of the internet forums I've invited to watch me masturbate. Can't be letting him get too close now. Now that I think about it, is there a particular distance you'd like to keep us apart? Should we be sitting across the room from each other? Side by side? I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Maybe we should do what they do in Jr. High dances and keep the Book of Mormon between us at all times. That seems appropriate.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I'm quite pleased you managed to include that you are tall and well-endowed in your ad as well. That is &lt;i&gt;very &lt;/i&gt;important to me when selecting the man to watch me in my most intimate of moments. I can't even fathom the idea of a short man sitting across the room from me while I imagine Vin Diesel ripping his mesh shirt off with his pinkie finger. That would be so wrong. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Anyway, I really just wanted to send you a quick note since my porn-watching-while-at-work time is almost up. Hope everything worked out even though you were solo, and I can't wait to hear back from you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Your Future Crazy Cat Lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;P.S. Please bring Book Of Mormon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~4/EZZrPBDkCs8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/6890387004879881859/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/04/why-play-alone.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/6890387004879881859?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/6890387004879881859?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~3/EZZrPBDkCs8/why-play-alone.html" title="Why Play Alone?" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/04/why-play-alone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YMRn4-eip7ImA9WhVQFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203799913454851049.post-3211863379433544991</id><published>2012-04-05T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-05T16:39:47.052-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-05T16:39:47.052-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal responses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cat lady dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personals" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ignoring" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating ad responses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="asking out coworkers" /><title>Holy Hell! Really?!?!</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Well howdie, y'all! Long time, no talk... My fault, I know. Whatever. I'm a jerk. But, you all knew that anyway.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I personally think the reason why I haven't felt like writing anything has been because I kind of got over the bitterness. But, just a few days ago, I got a solid reminder of why boys are ridiculous... when I found THIS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Title: "Your window of opportunity has passed" (Title is possibly edited for grammar/spelling corrections... oops)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to ever be with me. I tried and tried you said I pushed. No more I gave  up. Will be your friend will work together but you need to at least meet  me half way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If not I will go my own way. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have agreed with you and tried to believe you when you said it was my pushing but you led me on then blamed me for pushing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now I will call you once about work and if you dont respond I will not bother worrying I will do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hope you find what you are looking for this has been miserable.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No matter how bad something is good can be found in everything so I thank you for the good&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Dear Whiny Little Bitch:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;It was fascinating to me to find this angst-ridden note in the "missed connections" section. This is definitely not the first I've found in this area, but something about it just struck a chord in my wee, little heart, and I had to respond.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I was VERY impressed with your letter! I mean, really, what woman wouldn't read your note of (I'll paraphrase) "Waaahhhh, you didn't want to go out with me so I followed you around until you finally got so fed up with me that you told me to piss off!" and immediately wonder what she'd done to lose such a magnificent specimen? I know I'm hoping that you'll continue to post this note at regular intervals for the rest of the week so I can piece together where you are and fling myself at your feet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Honestly WLB, I wholeheartedly agree with you. If you're  interested in someone else, they should totally want you back! You are  &lt;i&gt;completely&lt;/i&gt; entitled to be able to date her, and if she doesn't give in  to that? Well, eff her! Especially if you offer all your attentions  under the label of "friendship" so she feels safe until you spring the  "I have feelings for you talk" at her after she's let her guard down. I bet she led you on by saying good-morning to you at the water cooler, or accepting the coffee you brought her. She is getting what she deserves!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;You &lt;i&gt;definitely &lt;/i&gt;proved your point to her. In fact, I'll bet she's been combing the personals ads all week in hopes of finding vague, passive-aggressive notes written by men she hasn't been interested in dating. I thought it was hawt. Not only did you show her what was up by writing such a monumental piece of literature, you then informed&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;her, publicly, that you were going to ignore her from now on. Probably as actively as you ignore little things like punctuation, sentence structure, and the correct tense of words in your sentences. Maybe, if this letter doesn't work, you could do what my cat does and just go sit with your back to her for extended periods of time. That will totally show her! I mean, you guys work together... it should be way easy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Anyway, just wanted to send you a little note of encouragement. I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; how you're going about this! In fact, if you're free later this week, maybe you'd like to come to &lt;i&gt;MY &lt;/i&gt;job and tell me all about how you're ignoring me. That sounds like fun.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Best of luck out there champ,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Your Loving Future Cat Lady&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;P.S. Please grow a pair &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~4/tFgCbL7WrD8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/3211863379433544991/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/04/holy-hell-really.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/3211863379433544991?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/3211863379433544991?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~3/tFgCbL7WrD8/holy-hell-really.html" title="Holy Hell! Really?!?!" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/04/holy-hell-really.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcHQng4fSp7ImA9WhRbEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203799913454851049.post-2856129167975948649</id><published>2012-02-01T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T12:27:13.635-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-01T12:27:13.635-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexy pick up lines" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cat lady dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comedy" /><title>Sexiest Lines Part Three - My Kryptonite</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;This particular phrase seems to get me on my back with my pants around my ankles faster than a sorority girl with a case of wine coolers during pledge week. I've tried to move on from this, but it seems to be the main factor in my choosing a mate...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BOf8tMFsWrA/Tymf_Y0B6zI/AAAAAAAAAG8/HhouwYTm1NA/s1600/unemployed.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BOf8tMFsWrA/Tymf_Y0B6zI/AAAAAAAAAG8/HhouwYTm1NA/s320/unemployed.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~4/m0RTo2miNmM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/2856129167975948649/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/02/sexiest-lines-part-three-my-kryptonite.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/2856129167975948649?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/2856129167975948649?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~3/m0RTo2miNmM/sexiest-lines-part-three-my-kryptonite.html" title="Sexiest Lines Part Three - My Kryptonite" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BOf8tMFsWrA/Tymf_Y0B6zI/AAAAAAAAAG8/HhouwYTm1NA/s72-c/unemployed.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/02/sexiest-lines-part-three-my-kryptonite.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMMR305fyp7ImA9WhRUFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203799913454851049.post-5915978692150387114</id><published>2012-01-25T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T12:14:46.327-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T12:14:46.327-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cat lady dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comedy" /><title>Sexiest Lines I've Heard Part Two</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;I promise I'll get around to writing another letter at some point, I'm just not finding anything that inspires me. That, and I have a lot of homework and not a lot of mental energy to invest in writing the thoughtful, well-intentioned responses I try to put out there. HA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;So instead....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I offer you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Another sexy line that has had me wanting to tear my clothes off and throw myself on the ground at the feet of the man uttering it!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-13QTjFTk1LE/TyBiXT2iTUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4L-Hhqio494/s1600/not+that+hot.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-13QTjFTk1LE/TyBiXT2iTUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4L-Hhqio494/s320/not+that+hot.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~4/D_u2SBBcryc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/5915978692150387114/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/01/sexiest-lines-ive-heard-part-two.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/5915978692150387114?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/5915978692150387114?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~3/D_u2SBBcryc/sexiest-lines-ive-heard-part-two.html" title="Sexiest Lines I've Heard Part Two" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-13QTjFTk1LE/TyBiXT2iTUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4L-Hhqio494/s72-c/not+that+hot.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/01/sexiest-lines-ive-heard-part-two.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUINSXszeCp7ImA9WhRUE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203799913454851049.post-1699235782898898423</id><published>2012-01-23T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T16:06:38.580-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T16:06:38.580-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexy pick up lines" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cat lady dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pick up lines" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comedy" /><title>Sexiest Lines I've Heard Part One</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;In my wild adventures of dating, I've heard a lot of lines thrown at me. Unfortunately, most of them are along the lines of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; "Wow, you're purty. Hur Hur."&amp;nbsp; *insert man giggling uncomfortably while shifting back and forth and hoping this will work*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Not exactly the most eloquent of pick up lines, but nice try Pal. I think I'll just sit over here in my cat-hair infested sweater and imagine all the colors I could paint the litter-box room.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Then there's the amazing lines that they are &lt;i&gt;sure &lt;/i&gt;will work to impress you with their ardent desire to peek inside your panties such as:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; "Daaaayummm girl! You are &lt;i&gt;THICK!&lt;/i&gt;" (Real line heard in bar in LA circa 2006). Yeah, that went over well...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;But, I have been told some things that I find sexier than anything in the entire world, and I've decided that I would like to share them with you... in illustrated form.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sexy Line #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZV9-jDqI14A/Tx31wShl4LI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iP3p-N_6vN0/s1600/vas.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZV9-jDqI14A/Tx31wShl4LI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iP3p-N_6vN0/s320/vas.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~4/r7hPdgsw774" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/1699235782898898423/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/01/sexiest-lines-ive-heard-part-one.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/1699235782898898423?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/1699235782898898423?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~3/r7hPdgsw774/sexiest-lines-ive-heard-part-one.html" title="Sexiest Lines I've Heard Part One" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZV9-jDqI14A/Tx31wShl4LI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iP3p-N_6vN0/s72-c/vas.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/01/sexiest-lines-ive-heard-part-one.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8GQXcyfCp7ImA9WhRVFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203799913454851049.post-8039402989718329017</id><published>2012-01-15T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T14:00:20.994-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-15T14:00:20.994-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="internet dating advice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personals Responses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sensual massage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal ads" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comedy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="computer love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating ads" /><title>First Dates</title><content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Today I found this:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;FIRST DATE: nice underwear and strong yet gentle hands for you - 35 (SF/your place)&lt;/h2&gt;I'll keep my clothes (or at least boxers) on and you can wear whatever or what little you like. You get an attentive massage&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dear Attentive Masseur, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thank God I found this ad today! I can't tell you how long I've been looking for a man who will get naked (or at least almost naked... you did mention you have nice underwear) with me on the first meeting! Maybe you'd like to know if I have any cute friends who'd like to join us while you're at it? That's also something I &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;hear!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As a single woman with a pulse and&amp;nbsp;under 500 pounds, you can imagine how difficult it is for me to fight off the suitors breaking down my door. It's such a horrible thing, all of them are trying to convince me to join them in deep and meaningful relationships as opposed to just having cheap, meaningless sex on the first date! I assure you, it's been very trying and I've been beginning o doubt my self-worth. Yet, finally,&amp;nbsp;here I see a man who just wants to get naked and grope me... it's so unusual and exciting! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's hard to explain how relieved I am&amp;nbsp;that there are still men out there who would just like to get down to the naked-time and bypass all that "getting to know each other" crap. Not only will you get (almost) naked with me, but you're willing to touch me all over my body with strong, yet gentle, hands! That is FANTASTIC! Now I can have a strange man off the internet come over to my home, take off&amp;nbsp;his clothes, and then &lt;em&gt;touch &lt;/em&gt;me ALL over!!! That sure beats the free meal I've come to expect out of my "dating" exploits.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Write me back as soon as you can and I'll send you my address so you can come over. Don't worry about a picture, it's not important. I'm sure that only attractive and successful men would post on this website and I'm excited to meet you. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking forward to my massage,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Future Cat Lady&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
P.S. Don't forget to bring the rarely heard "mood" music by Kenny G or Marvin Gaye.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~4/xnq9TdhCCyw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/8039402989718329017/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-dates.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/8039402989718329017?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/8039402989718329017?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~3/xnq9TdhCCyw/first-dates.html" title="First Dates" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://phoame.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-dates.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAGQn8zeCp7ImA9WhRXFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203799913454851049.post-5804647591260977400</id><published>2011-12-20T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T16:35:23.180-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-20T16:35:23.180-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cat lady dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating ad responses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="panty sales" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="panty boy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="used panty sales" /><title>Panty Raid!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Well, hi there! It's been a while since I've written anything humorous, so I thought I'd put something out there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I was&amp;nbsp;super excited to find this ad the other day. I've heard of this fetish for years, but have yet to find anyone that really wanted to purchase used panties from a girl. Years ago, when I lived in Oregon, a girl went missing and one of the (unfortunate) prime suspects was an Asian student who had an enormous collection of stolen panties. He'd snagged them out of dryers on and off campus and while they were looking for clues for Brooke, they stumbled upon his panty stash. His collection was obviously fairly mild as he snagged them already laundered, but it was still quite the scandal. (I have to admit, I like cleanliness in a man).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Our fastidious panty-grabber was not a man who stole the owners of the underwear he snatched, but he'd been publicly outed and it opened my eyes to the wide world of how to fund my schooling (other than people checking out the ads on my page... *blatant plug to make me some money so I can only be a somewhat hungry student vs starving*). I was trying to figure out how to get into the panty-selling business when I stumbled across this particular ad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Hi Sexy Bay Area Ladies:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do we have to be sexy? I mean, it's just our underwear you want. How about just moderately good looking?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Are any of you out there interested in making a very easy $100? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well, DUH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
I will pay you that much for a pair of your sexy skimpy undies. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your version of sexy, or mine?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
There are some details I'd like to discuss with you about the transaction. One thing is that I'd like to meet live for the exchange. So, if you have any interest in this, please let me know. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I promise a safe, sane, and fun encounter. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank God! I hate dangerous underwear that go insane when I'm trying to put them on. I've got a scar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; I'm actually a totally nice and professional guy. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right, and I'm a totally normal chick who just &lt;i&gt;happens &lt;/i&gt;to dig through the personals on a regular basis. Wait a minute...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;No problemo, Chief! Just bring that $100 on over here!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Panty Purchasing Pal,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was with much interest that I read your inquiry into the ownership of my frilly bits this morning. After a great deal of careful consideration,&amp;nbsp;I think that I can help you with your quest for soiled skivvies. I just have a few things I need to ask before we can get together and I can hand over my underoos for cash. (Sorry, I don't take PayPal or checks).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;First off,&amp;nbsp;do you have a preference for skimpy undies? Are you a briefs man? Or perhaps you are more inclined to ass-floss? Probably more fragrant that way... I have them all, you just need to tell me which ones you want so I can unwrap them and put them on. I'm not really attached to any of them, I never wear them anyway, and&amp;nbsp;I think the most I spent on any of them was $6.95 so it's all profit for me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you'd prefer, we could go panty shopping and you could pick your poison.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; I was trying to find a vending machine, but it looks like Japan actually has outlawed used panty sales (although they still allow new panties)&amp;nbsp;from vending machines, so that might be why you're questing online for the elusive panty trove. Have no fear, I am resourceful and I think we can find panties in other places&amp;nbsp;I know Victoria's Secret is probably having their semi-annual "Panty Raid" at some point soon, we could get five for $25! Just think of all the crotch huffing you could get out of that!!! Or we could just go&amp;nbsp;and buy a&amp;nbsp;5-pack of briefs from&amp;nbsp;WalMart real quick. I love WalMart&amp;nbsp;clothes... it's the only time I've ever been an XXS in anything... especially panties!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I suppose my most important question is... are you wanting panties that I myself have&amp;nbsp;worn? Or just panties that I own? I have an odd legacy of inheriting random articles of underthings out of relationships. Like the enormous amount of socks floating around the bottom of my sock drawer. I have at least one sock from every relationship I've been in (except for two, but I ended up with shirts from those). Also,&amp;nbsp;what time of the month are you WANTING these panties from? I'm not pointing any fingers or anything, but some girls rarely wear underwear unless it's THAT time of the month, and I would hate to surprise or disappoint you (depending on what you're going for).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before I go, I was also wondering... What kind of "live" meeting are you  wanting? Like, do you want to see me in the panties before you'll pay  me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; If  you're wanting to see me IN the panties I'm afraid there's going to be  an extra fee for "shipping and handling" if you know what I mean.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Or maybe you're thinking something more covert... like I could show  up in an over-sized trench coat with panties hanging off the lining and  you could pick the pair you want while we stand in a dark alley.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; I could totally do that, I even have the perfect coat for that meeting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anyway, darling panty-quester, I look forward to coming to an arrangement with you (and getting some of these underwear out of my closet).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Warmest Regards,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Future Cat Lady&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. You might want to bring a lint roller... any article of clothing that's entered my house leaves with at least an inch of cat hair. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~4/WtI7Xubfgmk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/5804647591260977400/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/2011/12/panty-raid.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/5804647591260977400?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/5804647591260977400?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~3/WtI7Xubfgmk/panty-raid.html" title="Panty Raid!!!" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://phoame.blogspot.com/2011/12/panty-raid.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UFQHo8fSp7ImA9WhRXEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203799913454851049.post-8419679832815214541</id><published>2011-12-16T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T15:46:51.475-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-16T15:46:51.475-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personals Responses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal ads" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personals" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="craigslist ads" /><title>Ha!</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;I was bored today, and started perusing the "Missed Connections" section of Craigslist, and I saw this particular ad...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;And...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Well...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I think I know her. HA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I can't decide if maybe her boyfriend wrote this for her to flirt or if it's someone else.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Ah well....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;http://sfbay.craigslist.org/eby/mis/2754119619.html&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h2&gt;Ronnie P. - m4w (san leandro)&lt;/h2&gt;I can tell from the way you look at me. We both want it. Why not go for  it. I can keep it discrete, can you? You turned me on so much last  weekend. I know you'll never read this but wtf why not?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Dear friend of "Ronnie P",&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I'm glad you can both keep it discreet. I can too. Well, maybe not, but I can spell it properly! Can you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I was curious about one thing... Did your decision of what you both want come from mutual conversation? Or was it more of a "she totally wanted it, I could tell by her clothes" sort of thing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I am dying to know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I'm sure her giant boyfriend is as well. Is that why you need to keep it discreet? Or is it fear of people that know her that read Craigslist ads for fun finding out of your mutual interest?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Looking forward to hearing from you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Future Crazy Cat Lady (with no life)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;P.S. Shall I forward this to her for you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~4/d70HLdKcsHc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/feeds/8419679832815214541/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://phoame.blogspot.com/2011/12/ha.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/8419679832815214541?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203799913454851049/posts/default/8419679832815214541?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingsOfAFutureCatLady/~3/d70HLdKcsHc/ha.html" title="Ha!" /><author><name>Future Cat Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949318606023142486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrT9YIpqlLE/Txnt19jH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZvXajoa1c90/s220/nerdwithcats.bmp" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://phoame.blogspot.com/2011/12/ha.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
