<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021554571002874210</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 29 Aug 2024 06:59:57 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Fussing around</category><title>the Story of Brad &amp;amp; Sara</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://sarasside.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Sara&#39;s Side of the story&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://bradsdate.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021554571002874210.post-8664940131203083557</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 18:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-04T11:24:04.405-07:00</atom:updated><title>re: Moving help?</title><atom:summary type="text">Last Tuesday, I was looking at Sara&#39;s new place when she mentioned how difficult it would be to get her bedding up the stairs. Being the know-it-all that I am, I immediately ration a method to move everything.  As a result Tandy assumes I&#39;m volunteering to help.  

The day comes, I still can&#39;t think of a way out. Just before I give in and call Sara, my mother calls and reminds me that I promised </atom:summary><link>http://bradsdate.blogspot.com/2009/10/re-moving-help.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021554571002874210.post-1321546103681601196</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 18:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-18T11:22:47.642-07:00</atom:updated><title>Traits to avoid?</title><atom:summary type="text">I found this blog today, I thought this might be of interest. The blog is called &quot;Traits to avoid in people you date&quot; by MidoriLei from the Blog Dating Advice from a Girl

Reading through these &#39;traits&#39; reminded me of some &#39;mistakes&#39; I&#39;ve made in the past.  I&#39;ve also found these traits as a model of what not to become.

Dating can be viewed as either a numbers game or a game of high selection.  </atom:summary><link>http://bradsdate.blogspot.com/2009/09/traits-to-avoid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021554571002874210.post-5931675118755674414</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 23:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-15T16:09:32.142-07:00</atom:updated><title>re: Can you hear me?</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;ldquo;Here I am throwing compliments his way and he&#39;s not even listening.&amp;rdquo; 
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Boy oh Boy!  We were having a great afternoon driving around, telling stories. Sara started talking about her experiences from my BBQ and some jazz about having a good time. Meanwhile, I drift into thought about that beautiful day and the awesome dress she wore. Sara ends her sentence </atom:summary><link>http://bradsdate.blogspot.com/2009/09/re-can-you-hear-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021554571002874210.post-7110297626651277768</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 18:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-05T11:50:19.141-07:00</atom:updated><title>re: Party with the bosses</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;ldquo;Brad casually places his hand on what he thought was my knee.&amp;rdquo; Read the rest of Sara&#39;s blog
Sara invited me to a party last night, it was for her boss that was leaving. 

Her boss was very funny and the rest of the people she worked with were also entertaining. Everyone got along and of course they all loved me.

Everybody was telling funny stories about her boss.  Some stories </atom:summary><link>http://bradsdate.blogspot.com/2009/09/re-party-with-bosses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021554571002874210.post-5918081969155180405</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 03:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T21:23:45.667-07:00</atom:updated><title>Jealousy, it can work both ways</title><atom:summary type="text">Sara and I had plans to go out the other night. I met Sara at her place and waited as she finished getting ready.

I was just chillin on her couch when I hear her roommate yell &quot;...bye Sara, by Jeff.&quot;  I look over at Sara and I find her fighting to hold back a smile. Then her roommate opens the door and says &quot;Oh, I&#39;m sorry Brad&quot; then they both start laughing.

I begin realize, this is just Sara </atom:summary><link>http://bradsdate.blogspot.com/2009/09/jealousy-it-can-work-both-ways.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021554571002874210.post-5193300205369867729</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 02:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T22:15:32.980-07:00</atom:updated><title>re:  Delivery</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;ldquo;I ask him to meet me outside and he responds with &#39;Just ring the bell.&#39; He is starting to really annoy me!&amp;rdquo; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Read the rest of Sara&#39;s blog
Sara called early Sunday morning, I was barely out of bed.  She asked if she could come over, I said sure.  A few minutes later she messages me and asks if I could meet her at the bus stop.  I  told her I would </atom:summary><link>http://bradsdate.blogspot.com/2009/08/re-delivery.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021554571002874210.post-2374087816793702205</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2009 01:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T22:15:49.206-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sara&#39;s day at the Zoo</title><atom:summary type="text">Sara asked me if I would go to the Zoo with her. Now I have already been to the San Francisco Zoo at least five times, and have become a bit bored with their selection.   I agreed, just because Sara has never seen this Zoo before and I couldn&#39;t think of anything better, at the time.

Our day started out very cold and overcast.   As we approached the Zoo, the sun began to poke through the foggy SF</atom:summary><link>http://bradsdate.blogspot.com/2009/08/unexpected-zoo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021554571002874210.post-2870077898264097047</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 01:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T22:18:37.714-07:00</atom:updated><title>All dressed up ...no where to go</title><atom:summary type="text">So I was just hanging out with Sara last Saturday night. It was getting late and we hadn&#39;t made any plans for the evening.  I could have just kicked it and relaxed for the night, but I could tell Tandy was getting restless.  The clock was approaching 10:00 pm fast, so I suggested we spend the evening at a lounge I know of. Realizing that my choice was a bit classy, I suggest other places. Sara </atom:summary><link>http://bradsdate.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-dressed-up-with-no-where-to-go.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021554571002874210.post-6223619122336105292</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 07:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-25T02:01:25.132-07:00</atom:updated><title>re:  Heels...</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;ldquo;Half way through the night I start limping...&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Read the rest of Sara&#39;s blogShe should be prepared for anything, with me.On this occasion, I had no real plans except to walk around San Francisco and stop by some of my favorite spots along the way.I told Sara ahead of time that we will be doing a good amount of walking. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When we meet up, I </atom:summary><link>http://bradsdate.blogspot.com/2009/08/re-heels.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021554571002874210.post-2808938105789167982</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 04:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T22:16:22.129-07:00</atom:updated><title>re:  Beach day</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;ldquo;How are you going to invite someone to the beach and then not bring towels?
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So I invited Sara to join me at the beach. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I asked her to gather everything she might need at a beach. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mind you, I am busy at work trying finish up, so we could enjoy more of the day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Naturally, I assumed she would take take care of everything, given </atom:summary><link>http://bradsdate.blogspot.com/2009/07/re-beach-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021554571002874210.post-6836404342767351579</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 06:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T22:16:40.657-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fussing around</category><title>Needy excuses and broken computers</title><atom:summary type="text">I get a message from Sara asking about her computer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Having experience in troubleshooting, I dive right in.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Some sort of sound issue, her speakers aren&#39;t working.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I guide her though a few steps and voila! it works again.  

Later in the evening I get a frantic call from Sara, the sound is out again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We revisit the walk-through again and the sound is </atom:summary><link>http://bradsdate.blogspot.com/2009/07/needy-excuses-and-broken-computers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021554571002874210.post-3936260605857257772</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 04:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T22:16:57.065-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fussing around</category><title>re: Fireworks...</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;ldquo;All I asked was to watch the fireworks and what did I get... a lousy pat on the head.  Argh!&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Read the rest of Sara&#39;s blog
The fourth was a wonderful day, we enjoyed drinks and BBQ at the park.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sara&#39;s friends were friendly and entertaining.

Later, Sara asked to go to the fireworks.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Everyone liked the idea so we all decided to </atom:summary><link>http://bradsdate.blogspot.com/2009/07/fireworks-apparently-my-fault.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021554571002874210.post-8625296542899556481</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 01:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-25T01:55:20.993-07:00</atom:updated><title>re:  Third date</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;ldquo;Brad sees how frustrated I am with this situation and he&#39;s eating it up!&amp;rdquo; Read the rest on Sara&#39;s blogDinner was great and everything was going well, until... All of a sudden, half way through dinner Sara gets quiet and seems to be very annoyed by something. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I didn&#39;t really get what her problem was, because the service was just great. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The new waitress was </atom:summary><link>http://bradsdate.blogspot.com/2009/08/re-thid-date.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021554571002874210.post-7236828140804472414</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 04:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-20T13:20:26.245-07:00</atom:updated><title>...Second date</title><atom:summary type="text">The rest of the night did go very well, she was well behaved and respectful in the restaurant. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sara wore this lipstick that was to-die-for! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The best part about the night was her reaction to my response to the strip club; where she totally played it as if it were nothing, then proceeded to change the subject. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She must have seen my side of things.</atom:summary><link>http://bradsdate.blogspot.com/2009/06/second-date.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021554571002874210.post-6938805275229261310</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Jun 2009 18:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-25T16:55:57.991-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fussing around</category><title>The Second Date: impressions</title><atom:summary type="text">Even though she acts irrationally, I decided to take her on another date...

I reserved a table for two at the prestigious Le Colonial, 7:30 this Friday.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When we spoke, she was delighted to hear from me and even more ecstatic after I asked her to join me.

Friday comes, I&#39;m in the middle of a shower and I get a call.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Guess who, Sara and she&#39;s calling to confirm the time, </atom:summary><link>http://bradsdate.blogspot.com/2009/07/second-date-impressions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021554571002874210.post-4913379231086349815</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 04:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-23T17:06:58.418-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fussing around</category><title>re:  First dates...</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Is it just me or is this just completely ridiculous? Meeting at a strip club is not my idea of an ideal first date.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Read the rest of Sara&#39;s blogI wouldn&#39;t normally feel the need to respond to such outrageous accusations, except Sara has brought this to a public arena.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yes, I did plan to meet for our date at the &amp;ldquo;Market </atom:summary><link>http://bradsdate.blogspot.com/2009/07/brads-rebuttal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>