<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;DEcAQ3k_eCp7ImA9Wx9WFUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241167730705960984</id><updated>2011-01-20T10:54:02.740-07:00</updated><title>Yes, That Just Happened; Adventures of a Redhead</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is dedicated to all of the crazy adventures I experience on a pretty regular basis. Note that all names will be in code to protect identities.  Please feel free to comment as you wish. I hope you enjoy and LAUGH as much as I do :) Let the Adventures Begin....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingadventuresofaredhead.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241167730705960984/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingadventuresofaredhead.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04946465532415828050</uri><email>redheadslc@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkAEQX09fyp7ImA9Wx9XFkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241167730705960984.post-3115311974290701408</id><published>2011-01-10T14:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T14:25:00.367-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-10T14:25:00.367-07:00</app:edited><title>A little close to home..</title><content type='html'>I was reading articles on one of my favorite websites&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.thefrisky.com/"&gt;www.thefrisky.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and came across an article that hit me far too close to home. I read it and couldn't help feeling like it was out of the twilight zone and something I had personally written over a year ago while with my ex.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f4dee2; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'helvetica neue', helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 9px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 15px; padding-top: 10px; z-index: -1;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I’ve been with my boyfriend for two years. Initially, he was the pursuer, but as time passed I fell completely in love. We were stable, playful, and even got a dog together. Starting in October, though, he started being shady: [at] bars all the time, getting too drunk to drive home and staying at his friend’s house (who happened to live with a girl who was a previous hook-up of his), lying about who he was with and just being sneaky in general. I panicked and clung harder than ever, became suspicious and snooped and only made myself feel worse. And then we moved past it and were happy again. Then, last Sunday, he said we “needed to talk.” I feared the worst: cheating? Breakup? Nope. He has been seriously preoccupied with my eight pound weight gain. He says his preoccupation is the reason for his distance, and that he’d hate for us to have to plan our lives around my weight gain. (You know, since being 5’6, 165 lbs seriously inhibits my lifestyle.) I don’t feel like it’s unreasonable for him to say something about maybe working out more, but blaming our relationship issues on my weight gain? Since he told me, he has been affectionate and loving again; he says he just needed to get it off his chest and now everything will be fine. But I’m pissed. Is it worth it for me to put up with his shallowness? I don’t think it’s okay to blame everything on eight pounds. Am I overreacting? Or should I&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.thefrisky.com/post/246-dear-wendy-introducing-moa/" style="color: #0082fe; text-decoration: none;"&gt;MOA&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;b&gt;— 165 and Ready to run&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'helvetica neue', helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 9px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here is the response:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'helvetica neue', helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 9px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;You asked if it’s “worth it to put up with his shallowness,” but it isn’t just shallowness you’re putting up with, is it? You’re also putting up with his shady behavior, insensitivity, lack of open communication, and an unstable relationship. Is it worth it? I certainly wouldn’t think so. What in the world could you possibly be getting out of the relationship that would make all that crap worth it? If I had to make a guess, I’d say your boyfriend is up to something he knows you wouldn’t approve of, feels guilty about it, and has created this “preoccupation” with your practically non-existent weight gain to shift the blame and alleviate some of his guilt. Rather than take responsibility for whatever it is he feels guilty for, he creates a “problem” — all yours, of course — for you to focus on and then relaxes a bit while the heat is temporarily off him. This is so not about eight pounds. This is about your boyfriend’s inability to communicate what’s really going on with him and your relationship. If you can’t get it out of him, MOA. Even if you can get it out of him, you should probably still MOA and find someone who isn’t so shady and manipulative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'helvetica neue', helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 9px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'helvetica neue', helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 9px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;After reading this it made me realize how much happier I am without my ex. No woman should ever feel that way or have to go through that kind of emotional damage caused by the person they love the most. And although the person giving the advice &amp;nbsp;doesn't know the situation first hand (or maybe she does), I feel as though her advice couldn't be more accurate. Especially regarding what I had gone through. Your significant other should love you NO MATTER WHAT! If you gain some weight and they are not okay with it they should find ways of letting you know subtly and in a non hurtful manner. I feel as though my ex definitely put all the blame on me at the time to take away from actions he felt guilty about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'helvetica neue', helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 9px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'helvetica neue', helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 9px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;The funny part is.. Now that we aren't together he ALWAYS makes it a point to tell me how good I look... why is this funny? Because I weigh the exact same as I did when we were together. Amazing how that works.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'helvetica neue', helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 9px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Show that you are good at something&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp; me losing is better than you letting me win. Why? I would much rather have someone be themselves and show they are GOOD at something, then pretend they suck just to make me feel better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wine and Dine me at a classy restaurant.&lt;/b&gt; We are talking Market Street Oyster bar or better here.. Classy does NOT mean Chili's, Applebees, etc.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dress nice&lt;/b&gt; from head to toe... girls notice everything and yes we judge you by it.. make a good impression.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be funny.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't brag. &lt;/b&gt;I honestly don't really care if you are best friends with Kyle Korver (some girls might, but it doesn't do anything for me) Other people do not make you who you are... I want to get to know you; not the superstar persona of you.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I don't want to hear about your &lt;b&gt;ex.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't tell me you like me; if you don't.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;"We'll be in touch..." &lt;/b&gt;Should not be said.. it automatically means we won't be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asking me out at last minute&lt;/b&gt; is pointless - I've most likely already got plans&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't be "Mr. Indecisive" &lt;/b&gt;- You asked me out on the date, don't look to me for all of the decisions. If you couldn't plan it all; &amp;nbsp;you better be quick on your feet and make it up as you go along. The whole "I don't care" game gets old FAST.&lt;/li&gt;
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At one point or another I think all of us have had the gut feeling to take a peek at our significant others' phone or e mail. For most of us it is for validation that they in fact are being faithful, but why do we need this validation? Shouldn't we just trust each other and not have to question it? I'd like to say yes, but I don't think that's how our minds work. &lt;br /&gt;
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I think more often than not, it is women that need the validation most, whether we actually think our significant other is cheating or not really isn't the reason we do it. At some point in the relationship we just naturally question EVERYTHING... and looking through our man's phone or e mail isn't something we plan, it just sort of happens. Those of us in a healthy, open, honest relationship won't find anything.. and will then never have the need to look through our man's stuff. However, it's those of us that actually find something we weren't expecting, that have a whole new can of worms to deal with. &lt;br /&gt;
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I think men question things too and may be inclined to look through their ladies' phone or e mail, but I don't think it happens as often as it does with women. &lt;br /&gt;
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From personal experience I know that if you do find something inappropriate it is very hard to gain that trust back on both ends of the relationship. &lt;br /&gt;
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I thought I was in a very healthy and honest relationship. I had worked really hard to learn to trust someone again, I was happy, in love, and thought I could marry this man.  However, 8 months into the relationship I found out that sexual pictures and conversations were taking place behind my back with other women. My ex had left his e mail up and logged in on the computer. When I went to log in to my account, I noticed an e mail in his that was from an ex of his and had very strong sexual language in the title. I opened it up and it was a very sexual picture of her. I then noticed conversation between the two of them that was highly inappropriate for someone to be doing when in a committed relationship.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confronted my ex on the matter and we discussed it in length. He promised me that it would end and I would not have to worry about it again.. that he loved me and wanted to be with me and no one else. &lt;br /&gt;
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After this incident.. I was always paranoid about what he might be doing behind my back. I found myself checking his e mail and cell phone regularly . I did not find anything for a couple months, however because I was lied to I don't think I was ever truly able to trust him again. For the remainder of our relationship I would  check his stuff every now and then. A few months after the original incident I started to notice other inappropriate conversations in his cell phone. We again discussed everything in length and I stayed with him.. why? I have no idea.. possibly because I felt I had invested so much into the relationship that I didn't want to give up on it now.. or thought that just maybe he did love me enough to stop betraying me behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;
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I learned a lot from that relationship. I learned that I do not want to be that paranoid person. It is a sickness to constantly mistrust your partner. I know that I deserve someone who wouldn't do those things in the first place, hence making there no need to check up on them all of the time. I stayed with my ex far longer than I should have. One incident should have been enough to make me walk away. But everyone handles situations differently.. and all you can do is learn from your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Is it right to do this? No, but it happens. Men and women both do it.. we aren't perfect and we get to a place in our relationships where we have doubt and need confirmation that it's going to last. And hate to say it, but most of the time your GUT feeling leads you in the right direction.. following it is not always bad.&lt;br /&gt;
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In my opinion... if your significant other isn't doing anything behind your back, they should not be very upset about you going through their stuff, that said, there should be a level of respect for each other's privacy. If you go through their phone or e mail and don't find anything inappropriate then there should be no reason for you to do so again in the future; unless they allow you to with their permission.  If you in fact find something inappropriate, at that point it is up to you to discuss it with your significant other and decide whether you can stay with them and learn to trust them again or not. &lt;br /&gt;
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This is a touchy subject that everyone handles differently, however I think all of us have done it (or will). I have talked to several friends about this topic and even the couples who are the most open, honest, happiest, and in love have found themselves at one point or another checking their significant other's phone or e mail. Is it sad that we feel the need to do this for validation? Yes. But I think it is something that we just naturally do. Everyone has doubt, whether there is something that caused it or not.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the end I feel as though if you cannot fully commit yourself to one person, you shouldn't be in a relationship in the first place. If you ever have to question whether something you are doing in your personal conversations with others would be inappropriate or upset your significant other, you probably shouldn't be doing those things in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;
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A friend once told me "If it's not something that can be done or said in front of your significant other.. then you shouldn't be doing it" - I think that's a good rule of thumb to follow. &lt;br /&gt;
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Relationships are supposed to be about trust... honesty... respect... love... not deceit and lies. Being faithful is a great quality in a person and if you've found that in someone you are blessed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I understand that sometimes it takes one leaving for the person to realize what they really had.. but honestly.. if it gets to that point it might just be too late. &amp;nbsp;I am fed up with&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;boys&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;that cannot see what they have until they have lost it. &amp;nbsp;If you really like someone, enjoy their company, and see a potential future why would you push them away? And why would you let them walk out of your life so easily?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I know that some relationships just weren't meant to be and that it doesn't necessarily mean that I'm not a great catch.. just means that I wasn't right for that person. However, time and time again I have guys wanting me back after they've had plenty of&amp;nbsp;opportunities&amp;nbsp;to prove to me why I should stay with them. At some point you have just had enough.. and no matter how much you may have liked that person it's just not worth giving them another chance.. and moving on is sometimes hard, but I would like to think that it's for the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I'm sure there may be many more times where I will be "the one that got away" but I look forward to the &lt;b&gt;ONE&lt;/b&gt; time that I'm the one they know they &lt;b&gt;never &lt;/b&gt;want to lose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So I feel it fitting to post this poem on my blog:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;USED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Why do you use me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;It just isn't fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;You're off kissing girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;whenever I'm not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;You think it's a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;and have all the fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;but I'm the one trapped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;when I should be on the run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;You never call me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;you used to every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;what am I supposed to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;when it goes on day after day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I try to ignore it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;and hide all my pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;but you wouldn't care anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;It's just part of your game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I thought you cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;but I guess I was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I thought I could deal with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;But I'm just not that strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I'm sick of hearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;How much you like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;when it doesn't mean a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;because I'm just another girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;you have waiting in the wing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I wish you'd just confess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;but it's obviously not your style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;how do you ever expect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;to be walking down that isle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Us girls aren't stupid you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;we eventually figure it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;it just takes a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;to see what you're about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I'm sick of the games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I'm sick of this pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;if I let it go any longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;it may drive me insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Even though you used me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;and I fell right into the trap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I can't seem to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;My heart says I still want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;while my head just says confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I hate knowing that I have been used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I wish I could just forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;about the thing we had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;but I know if I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I'd just feel so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I want so much for you to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;that you've learned from this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;and to change your ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;But deep down I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;that this will never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;because it's only obvious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;we weren't meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;So now it's time for me to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;that this game is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;no matter how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;you try to explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;all of your fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;will never be and isn't worth this pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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1. like or characteristic of a cynic; &lt;strong&gt;distrusting&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;disparaging the motives&lt;/strong&gt; of others. &lt;br /&gt;
2. showing &lt;strong&gt;contempt for accepted standards of honesty or morality&lt;/strong&gt; by one's actions, esp. by actions that exploit the scruples of others. &lt;br /&gt;
3. &lt;strong&gt;bitterly&lt;/strong&gt; or sneeringly distrustful, &lt;strong&gt;contemptuous&lt;/strong&gt;, or &lt;strong&gt;pessimistic.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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I put this on here because I think it is the easiest way to see what being "Jaded" really means. Yes, I understand that "jaded" probably has a different meaning to everyone, however ultimately these are the driving forces causing us to act/feel jaded. (specifically in regards to dating)&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, I will be the first to say that I have been guilty of this... however.. I do my best to not let it affect my dating life now.&amp;nbsp; Here's why...&lt;br /&gt;
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It is not fair to go on a date automatically cutting the guy/girl down by distrust, bitterness, and actions that ex boyfriends or people in your past have caused.&amp;nbsp; This new person did not do those things to you.. so why should they automatically be judged? Why should they automatically "lose points" because you feel as though you are currently "jaded"? If you go into the date with these feelings you are not giving the other person a chance from the get go.. so why are you even on the date? &lt;br /&gt;
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If a person continues to act jaded.. their dating life is going to seem to always suck, and they are constantly going to be disappointed because they have already set a standard for the people they are dating.&amp;nbsp;I understand that what happens to you in your past relationships affects your current ones, however.. it shouldn't be worn on your sleeve.. and being "jaded" is not something you should say to someone you're on a date with- it's a HUGE turn off.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Who wants to date someone that admits they are&amp;nbsp;jaded?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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If you can't go into a dating situation with &lt;strong&gt;optimism&lt;/strong&gt;, then it would seem as though you are wasting your and the other persons' time.&amp;nbsp; If you aren't willing to put your past behind you.. learn from it.. and move on- then you shouldn't start dating again until you are able to. If you can't give a new potential man/woman the &lt;strong&gt;full attention&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;trust&lt;/strong&gt; it takes to date then you shouldn't be doing it in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;
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As I said, I'm as guilty as any of being jaded in my past... you get to the point where you want to give up on dating because "they are all the same" "all the nice ones are taken" "people can't be trusted" "they just want a piece of ass" etc. However, I've also come to realize that I cannot go on living my life this way if I -at some point- &amp;nbsp;intend to find the man I want to marry and grow old with. I also know that I cannot be content with thinking that all men are this way, if there is no &lt;strong&gt;optimism&lt;/strong&gt; I will never find a guy because I will always be tearing him down from the beginning.. this is NOT healthy. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;I also know that the way I have been treated in the past.. is not acceptable.. knowing that, I know now what I deserve.. so why waste emotions on being jaded, when you can just grow from everything in your past and look forward to those you meet in your future?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Give everyone a clean slate and honest chance. It is the only way you open the door to finding someone that is going to make you happy. So to those of you that say you are jaded.. or are told that you are jaded.. it is something that you personally control.. if you choose to be jaded then you will find dating miserable.. if you choose to be optimistic and open your heart (even though you've been hurt in the past) you will eventually see that all men/women are NOT the same.. and that there are people out there capable of treating you well.&lt;br /&gt;
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I understand that we all have our "check list" but don't go into every date thinking he/she is just like the rest - open your chances by opening your heart. Everyone doesn't have bad motives when it comes to dating..&amp;nbsp;get rid of the assumptions you've set by being "jaded." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dating is supposed to be fun...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/250/addthis_widget.js#username=xa-4caf6023644a10c4" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I am not the type to air my relationships while I'm in them- that is private and should not be broadcast to the world.. however.. when the relationship or date etc.. is no longer, I may choose to write about it.. keeping all people confidential.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hope is that as people read my blog... at some point or another they will relate.. and maybe.. just maybe.. I will prevent other women from going through the same mistakes I have been through.. and help some men realize how women deserve to be treated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is by no means a place for me to bitch or bash on anyone... It is real life experiences and advice.. and I have every right to write about them... same as all my readers have every right to comment and speak their mind in regard to what I write. If you have a problem with it.. then don't read it.. it's that simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like everyone else.. I am a single adult looking for that special someone.. ya I've been through some crazy shit.. but I have not given up.. I still have faith in relationships.. in love...and I know I will find it some day. Until then I hope you will continue to read about my crazy adventures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For the first time since my ex (we broke up Dec. 2009), I found myself genuinely liking (falling for) a guy.&amp;nbsp; He was extremely handsome, dressed well, funny/Witty, charming, we had a lot in common... my friends all liked him and obviously so did I.&lt;br /&gt;
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We spent some time together around 4th of July and things went great. We enjoyed watching fireworks together, going to a baseball game, etc.&amp;nbsp; There was one thing though during this weekend that really annoyed me. The fact that he was on his phone during our date (see "Phone Etiquette" post). Honestly... I should have taken that as a huge red flag from the beginning but I let my "butterfly" feelings get the best of me.. and gave him the benefit of the doubt and didn't read into it too much. &lt;br /&gt;
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So after this great weekend.. finding time to spend w/ this guy was easy for me.. that's what you do when you like someone.. right? However, it was a VERY complicated task for him. I do have to say.. he does have some obligations that I would never make him feel bad about not having time.. his job.. and his son. That aside.. even when those were not obstacles.. it was ALWAYS something.. some reason why he couldn't hang out. He would text me pretty regularly.. however always go M.I.A mid conversation and have some excuse as to why.&amp;nbsp; Frankly I got tired of this really quickly...&lt;br /&gt;
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We saw each other after almost a month.. hung out and had a good time.. and then.. the pattern repeated itself.. he had no time! It was always "I will try harder" "I'm sorry I'm messing up" "It won't happen again"... the same thing over and over as to why he couldn't see me. Yet.. it never changed.. he never tried harder.. and it did happen again...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;**THIS is one of my biggest dating pet peeves! If you like someone.. you make time for them - PERIOD! I don't care what you have going on in your life.. if that person is important to you.. and you want to continue to see them.. you will make sure to include them in your plans. Right? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet, I STILL kept giving him a chance.. why? Hell if I know.. I tell myself time and time again that I will not put up with this from a man.. that I deserve better.. that I deserve someone who makes time for me.. that I don't deserve to go through this pattern of excuse after excuse. &lt;br /&gt;
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Another month goes by and I'm still allowing myself to be strung along.. and then the confusion just begins again when he invites me to his birthday celebration at the club. I asked him if it meant I would be his date.. his response "I just want to go to the bar and have fun with my friends" So I said.. okay I get that.. but if I show up and kiss you or something is it going to cause drama.. he said "no." So naturally since this is the first guy I genuinely fell for since my ex.. I go.. ignoring all the signs that happened over the last few months.. and show up to his birthday celebration.. Where he continues to introduce me as "his girl" (yet, I thought I wasn't even his date)- hence you see why the confusion began again? We have a great night celebrating, drinking, dancing etc... we see each other twice over the next several weeks.. but it was me coming up to his place late at night to sleep- and yes.. we just slept.. (although he tried for more- both times) - this making me feel like all he wanted at this point was the sex... &lt;br /&gt;
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Sigh.. This is where I learn my lesson to hold out on the goods. (although the sex was AMAZING)&amp;nbsp; I let my emotions get the best of me and fell for this guy too quickly.. very quickly... and he got what he wanted early on.. so what need was there for more than that from me going forward.. was I just his booty call? Shit...I don't know if I was or not.. but that's how it started to make me feel..&lt;br /&gt;
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Why did I allow myself to go down this stupid path yet again.. time and time I KNOW that I shouldn't put up with that bullshit.. yet I fell right into the trap!&lt;br /&gt;
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The door closed when he didnt' make it to any of my birthday celebration in October. The first weekend he had his son (but not overnight).. and could have attended. The second weekend.. well let's just say he made the choice not to show up.. and he made the choice to not have me a part of his plans that weekend either. I'M DONE! &lt;em&gt;(There is a lot more detail I could include regarding this.. examples of things he chose to go to under the same circumstances etc.. but I'm not going to get into it because I feel that it would personalize this blog post too much) &lt;/em&gt;Just know that at this point I was sick of him making excuses to me.. but making time for other things/people.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sad that it took me this long to move on.. I obviously know better than to be strung along by someone like this.. but WHY in the hell did I still allow it? Why is it that we KNOW not to allow ourselves to go through this and be treated this way.. yet we still put up with it? &amp;nbsp;Am I going to be strong enough to kibosh this bullshit in the future before it strings me along this far? God.. I hope so... Because this nonsense of getting let down time and time again by someone you like is a vicious cycle that I don't want to keep going through.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know that this person will probably read this.. and that is fine.. I do want everyone to know that I think deep down - he is a good guy.. I just think he's at a very confusing place in his life and wants to pick cherries from too many trees.. and unfortunately I met him during this time. When he decides he wants to find a steady woman in his life again.. I'm sure he will make that girl very happy. &lt;strong&gt;But, he has let something amazing slip through his fingers... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;There are some guys that are just simply socially awkward.. but that doesn't make them a "creeper" - they just aren't as skilled in social situations as the rest of us. &amp;nbsp;These guys typically approach women and get the&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;"oh that's so nice of you... (and then the girl walks away)"&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;reaction.. but are not labeled a "creeper." These type are the ones that girls feel bad for.. there is a difference; this type of guy doesn't make you feel uncomfortable.. he's just simple not your type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Now the creeper on the other hand.. makes your skin crawl; whether they approach you or not. &amp;nbsp;He could be that guy in the gym that's always watching you work out, but never talks to you... the guy at the bar that watches you all night and never approaches you.. or he does and tries to be "rico suave" and you want to vomit. He could be the guy in the grocery store that follows you around the isles and tries to strike up conversation because you are buying the same item, or the guy that somehow gets your number and will NEVER leave you alone.. even if you continue to ignore him, block him etc.. &amp;nbsp;he still finds a way to contact you... THAT is a creeper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Now.. to the tricky part... can you avoid the "creeper"??... sadly I don't think you can. They are everywhere.. and unfortunately always will be. &amp;nbsp;There are just some people that DON'T GET IT! You are the&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-weight: bolder;"&gt;CREEPERS CONQUEST&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;and until he approaches you and gets shot down.. he won't leave you alone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;(and why is it that the "creepers" always seem to have the most confidence in approaching women?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;If you find yourself in a situation with a creeper.. my best advice is to let them know they are making you uncomfortable. &amp;nbsp;I think too often women are afraid to approach the "creeper"- therefor leaving this poor guy with the notion that what he is doing is OK or NORMAL. &amp;nbsp;If no one tells them what they are doing is wrong.. how are they going to learn? Letting a creeper know that they are making you uncomfortable will usually result in them backing off.. and hopefully make them re-think their actions. &amp;nbsp;Believe it or not.. I honestly don't think MOST of these men know their actions are giving off the "creeper" vibe.. so in order to have less creepers around us.. we need to SPEAK UP.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;If actually approached by a creeper, the best advice I have is to quickly let them know that you aren't interested and if they persist use the tactic mentioned above. Letting a guy know you aren't interested or that they make you uncomfortable is an ego killer.. most will walk away and feel embarrassed (sad yes..) however, no need to waste either person's time by pretending to be nice. If they continue to persist ALWAYS have a fake name and phone# memorized... give it to them and walk away. -Never give out your real contact information to someone that weirds you out enough to get&amp;nbsp;labeled&amp;nbsp;a "creeper" - he doesn't deserve to know your real info.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I really think it comes down to us ladies speaking up and being blunt. These guys aren't going to comprehend that what they are doing is giving off the "creeper" vibe unless we tell them so. Will it bruise their ego? YES! - But if it saves another girl from having to go through it.. then we have accomplished something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;It obviously isn't something we can control- Creepers will always exist. But it is something we can try to prevent.. help the guy out.. &lt;b&gt;SPEAK UP&lt;/b&gt;, and move on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Please comment if you'd like more advice on this subject. I will do my best to assess your specific situation and give you advice on how to handle it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He doesn't remember important details you've mentioned more than once&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;He is always "busy" or "never has time" or hits you up last minute&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;He can't put his cell phone down- especially while you're out on a date&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Trust your gut!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Instead of wasting your time on men who obviously aren't making time for you.. pay attention to the details/signs from the beginning, so you can determine whether he's worth pursuing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We often find ourselves telling little details about what's important to US to the men we date, in hopes that maybe.. just maybe they will remember down the road. So that if things were to go well, they'd know what your favorite flower, color, activity, type of food, music etc. actually is. &amp;nbsp;However, a key sign that "he's just not one" early on.. is that he doesn't pay attention to details. If he is interested in you, he will make mental note to remember the important things.. because he likes you..if you are just "another girl" to him, he's not going to care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another sign that "he's not the one," (&lt;i&gt;which I believe is one of the most telling signs&lt;/i&gt;), he never seems to have time to spend with you. There's always SOMETHING that comes up, a reason why he didn't call, an EXCUSE for why he can't see you etc. Point blank: if a guy likes you; he will find a way to make time for you- no matter how busy his schedule may be. Don't waste YOUR time on someone who doesn't think twice about making time for you..it just won't go anywhere, you will be disappointed time and time again and you deserve someone who is going to actively seek your company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Never make someone a priority, when they only make you an option"- Unknown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Translation: If you aren't both putting in EQUAL effort - it's not going to work out and is a waste of your time. Move on to a guy who will make time for YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The third key sign.. his cell phone is a distraction all of the time. It shows that he is not focused on you and frankly..that he'd probably rather be elsewhere, or with someone else. It's rude for someone to be on their phone constantly while on a date. If a guy is interested, he will have enough respect to keep cell phone use minimal or even better, not get on it at all while he is with you. If a guy cannot give you his full attention while on a date - he's probably not the one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And lastly- Trust your gut! They don't call it "women's intuition" for nothing. It does serve a valid purpose and when it's warning you that something doesn't seem right.. it's usually for a reason. Don't be so quick to toss that gut feeling aside. Try to see the big picture as to why your gut may be warning you.. and really think about the situation to make a decision as to whether or not you should continue seeing the guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ladies- just be smart. If you wouldn't allow your girl-friends to be treated by a guy like you are being treated.. STOP dating guys that don't deserve you. There are a ton of simple signs that you can catch early on to save yourself from being hurt and wasting your time on someone who isn't right for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking about your exes&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Telling bland/uninteresting stories&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Talking about sports, cars, details of your job&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Talking about sex (on the first date) can be risky - Don't get ahead of yourself&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys.. bring something more to the table on a first date than the usual boring details about your job, exes, sports teams, cars and your beloved pet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It should be common knowledge by now that you aren't supposed to talk about your exes on a date with a new woman, however time and time again I notice this conversation happening and I always wonder why men &amp;nbsp;think it's a good idea. You are digging yourself a hole by bringing past relationships up this quick- save it for a few weeks down the road if you are still seeing your date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep us entertained! If you are going to tell us about a "funny story" or something you "found interesting"...please do us a favor of making sure that what you are going to tell us.. is in-fact funny or interesting. There is nothing more that I hate while on a date than a boring/dull conversation. Your mom might care about your day to day details/stories.. but we don't want to be bored by them. If you are the type of guy that struggles with what to say there are TONS of sites that have suggested conversation starters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.buzzle.com/articles/dating-conversation-starters.html"&gt;(Like this one)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are some of the questions random? YES.. but that is the point..it will show your creativity and help keep us interested in talking with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let's be honest.. us women could really care less about the boring details of your job, cars, sports, and your pets (on a first date) - so please put a little more thought into what you say.. this has become a routine first date conversation that bores us to tears!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And lastly.. unless we lead you toward the "sex" talk on a first date.. don't bring anything sex related up. It's a huge turn off when a guy jumps straight to the sex related questions - and at times can be very offensive. Have more respect for the girl you are on a date with. There are plenty of other things to discuss without making the date awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What are some topics of conversation that have completely backfired on you? What are some that have worked well?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Why is it so damn hard for a guy to plan ahead.. or am I just meeting guys that don't care enough about me to do so? Is it really hard to say "Hey, it would be nice to see you this week when are you available.." - and actually plan a night? Apparently it is too hard for most men. &amp;nbsp;They would rather wait until the absolute last minute to extend an invite for you to come hang out. &amp;nbsp;Not only does it make me feel like I was your LAST option.. but I probably already have plans, have chosen to stay home, or don't have what I'd need to make said "hanging out" work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Especially for me.. I work downtown, but live 45 min away. &amp;nbsp;Most of the things men want to do involve being downtown, or they live downtown.. or even worse.. they live the complete opposite direction from downtown 30-45 min... If I don't have plans after work I usually go home.. and by the time I go home.. it irritates me to all hell to get a call or text asking to "hang out" at 8pm or later at night. &amp;nbsp;Especially when I've told these people to give me more notice.&lt;br /&gt;
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I understand that men don't like to make plans.. that they run off the seat of their pants and do things on a "whim"..however, I would think if you REALLY liked a girl as you are trying to say you do- that you would make more effort to plan time with her.. especially if she's told you that she needs more notice.&lt;br /&gt;
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Am I being too naive and continuing to date men like this? At what point do you just throw in the towel at the ridiculousness that is&amp;nbsp;occurring&amp;nbsp;and move on? How many chances do you give someone until you just say &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;ENOUGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I'm seriously at a loss... I know that I should not waste time on someone who doesn't make time for me.. but this seems to be a&amp;nbsp;consistent&amp;nbsp;battle with ALL of the men I've been meeting. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;What is the deal? Are there men that exist that are willing to put in the time and effort it takes to pursue a woman? Am I expecting too much?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I am a busy woman.. and I still find &lt;b&gt;TIME&lt;/b&gt; for the things and people that are important to me... so I don't care how "busy" someone is... It is simple.. you make time for what is important to YOU... and I'm starting to realize that even though people may say you are important to them, that you really mean a lot to them, or that they really like you... Actions begin to speak louder than words... everyone is busy.. everyone has a lot on their plate.. but we ALL make &lt;b&gt;TIME&lt;/b&gt; for what is important in our lives...and yes there are certain things in people's lives that I would never hold against them for taking time towards.. such as a Job, Family, &amp;amp; Kids- However, if you are going to say you are interested in me.. make &lt;b&gt;TIME&lt;/b&gt; for me or someone else will.&lt;br /&gt;
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Is it supposed to be accepted that someone will be texting, social networking, etc. regularly throughout the date.. or is it still common knowledge that it is somewhat rude to be doing that? I mean.. when it happens to me- it makes me feel as though that person would rather be elsewhere, that their time could be better spent with other people, or god forbid they "just aren't that into me." Should the focus not be on each other? I mean I get that there may be more "appropriate" times to check your phone while on a date (when one of you go to the bathroom) however, doing it often in front of the person is a bit rude- is it not?&lt;br /&gt;
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I am a very social person... and I do LOVE LOVE LOVE to check my Facebook, Twitter, etc. But when I am on a date I am pretty respectful about not being on my phone because I am there to get to know the person I'm on a date with.&amp;nbsp; If you are texting regularly (or appear to be) it just seems a bit shady and disrespectful to the person you are with. Friends will still be there in a few hours, Facebook and Twitter are not going anywhere and the people "following" you will not hate you if you don't update them every 10 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;
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Also- does good phone etiquette only apply for the first date? All dates? At what point is it ok? Or isn't it at all?&lt;br /&gt;
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*I don't really care about this as much if you are out together with a group of other people... it's bound to happen that everyone will be off and on their phones throughout the evening.. but mostly wondering what the rule is these days when on a date with just you and that person....&lt;br /&gt;
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"Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life." &lt;br /&gt;
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If you have already found this in someone may you continue to have this special connection for many years to come. If you have yet to find it; I know one day you will.&amp;nbsp; Keep your heart open and know that love takes risk.&lt;br /&gt;
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Somehow you always end up being the 'in between' person, or what I like to call, the &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Part Time Lover&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Let me explain exactly what I mean...&amp;nbsp; you know that you and this particular person have chemistry- emotionally, physically, mentally and so many other ways that sometimes you just can't even explain it.&amp;nbsp; This person is usually your 'what if?' As in.. even when you are involved in other relationships.. you still think 'what would happen if&amp;nbsp;we were dating?'&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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However, when the opportunity presents itself.. and you are both single (you may finally get the chance to try things out and see where&amp;nbsp;it may go) they don't want to date you, but they want to be intimate with you because you connect so well.&amp;nbsp; They utilize you as their &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;part time lover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;They have no intention of ever really wanting to date you.. but you are the person that they use as their 'comfort blanket' when they aren't seriously dating someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Some people would compare this to&amp;nbsp;a booty call- someone to hook up with until you find your next boyfriend/girlfriend- however, it is a bit more than a booty call. For instance.. when you have that great of a connection and those feelings for someone.. you cannot just detach yourself from those feelings&amp;nbsp;and just casually hook up.&amp;nbsp;(or at least I can't)&lt;br /&gt;
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It gets to the point where you finally just have to accept the fact that nothing more will every happen between the two of you... that you will always be viewed as their &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;part time lover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;and never as someone they would be in a relationship with, because time and time again you watch them date others and then run to you when they aren't in a relationship.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I am not going to be someones comfort blanket... it is much too complicated to have casual sex with someone that you have feelings for.. and a bit hurtful when that person claims to have the same feelings for you- but can so easily detach themselves from those feelings.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is crazy though, how long we allow ourselves to be in wonderment over someone like this.. until one day you can overcome it and realize you deserve more... you deserve someone who is willing to take the time to see where things may go. I mean after all, if they think you are that great of a person.. and connect to you so well- why wouldn't they be willing to take that leap?&lt;br /&gt;
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Being someones &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;part time lover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;is very one-sided.. they reap all the benefit of the intimacy and then get to toss you aside when they find someone they really want to date.&amp;nbsp; Don't let yourself fall into this cycle.&amp;nbsp; It's not worth it and in the end you could have been putting all of that energy toward other things. That is not to say that you cannot remove yourself from the feelings (once you accept that nothing will ever come between the two of you) and remain friends with this person. But be wise... and know that it is okay to let go and not have to wonder 'what if?' anymore.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A key factor in this (I believe) is where I am meeting some of these "men" - at the &lt;b style="color: #741b47;"&gt;BAR&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am making a pact to myself... No longer will I be giving my number out to&lt;b&gt; any&lt;/b&gt; man I meet at the bar.. and no longer will I be getting any of their numbers.&lt;br /&gt;
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I figure.. if a guy is &lt;b&gt;REALLY&lt;/b&gt; interested in more than a "good time" or "one-night" rendezvous then they will be smart enough to figure out a way to track down my information. PERIOD&lt;br /&gt;
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I really am interested in finding men of higher caliber, who have &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;CAREERS&lt;/span&gt; - not jobs, and who have &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;GOALS&lt;/span&gt; for their future.. that will actually take them somewhere in life.&lt;br /&gt;
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I will not settle for anything less... after-all.. after what I've been through over the last 10 years.. I damn well deserve an &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; man who is going to treat me the way I deserve.&lt;br /&gt;
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He manages to get me to give him my number and offers to take me to a Jazz Playoff game against Denver. I was super excited because I've never been to a playoff game.&lt;br /&gt;
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So we are talking back and forth getting to know each other a little bit.. the night comes for the game.&lt;br /&gt;
I confirm with him that we are going, shower, get ready and wait for him to let me know where were are supposed to meet up to go to the game.&lt;br /&gt;
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Time passes... he finally says something along the lines of&amp;nbsp; "we may have a little problem, I hope you won't be upset" - so I ask him what is going on and he proceeds to tell me that the friends of his that were flying in to go to the game thought he had 6 tickets when he only has 4, and that he needed to give them the tickets that he and I were going to use.&lt;br /&gt;
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It wasn't a big deal to me at the time because I had originally planned to go watch the game at a friends' house. So I drove to the friend's house and watched the game..&lt;br /&gt;
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Mean while he is texting me saying that "I will make it up to you" "we will go to the next playoff game"&lt;br /&gt;
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So, during the week that Jazz were away playing in Denver we hung out things went pretty well, he seems like an okay guy... brags about his "money" "cars" and "connections" a lot during this time (which by the way does not flatter me in the slightest)- when guys brag about that stuff it usually means they are used to getting girls simply by what they "have"- not based off of who they are. So I was a little hesitant to continue things but he did promise we would go to the next home game. (Said several times that "this will not happen again)&lt;br /&gt;
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Time comes for the next playoff game and I am super excited. I confirm with him that we are going around 4pm. He says we will be meeting up around 7:30 so I rush home from work, get ready, and have some time to spare so I headed to the mall until 7:30&lt;br /&gt;
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7:45 rolls around and I get a text from him saying "I am soooo annoyed"&lt;br /&gt;
I in turn ask him why he is annoyed and he says "I am supposed to pick up these people from the airport and take them to the game but their flight is late"&lt;br /&gt;
I said "what time was their flight supposed to be there?"&lt;br /&gt;
He says "7:00"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;* First of all Mr. Playoff Pimp.. why on earth would you think that you could be picking up people from the airport at 7pm when you had plans to meet me at 7:30pm in the first place??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So I ask him how much longer he thinks he will be.. he said he would let me know when they were in the car.&lt;br /&gt;
I told him that I guess I would go get dinner then and hopefully he would be done around halftime so we could get to the 2nd half of the game.&lt;br /&gt;
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I go eat dinner at Zuppas- (was delicious) and then I was going to go to Skybox to watch the game but I was so pissed that I was waiting around and not AT the game that I didn't even feel like watching it. By this time it is 9:00.&lt;br /&gt;
I text him to find out what his status is.. he said "I am still downtown- I just dropped them off and now I have to hurry home and get ready"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;*Um.. why the HELL are you not already ready? seriously.. you DID plan a date tonight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I said "so like a half hour?"&lt;br /&gt;
He said "no I I'm not even dressed!"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;*again- why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
9:50 rolls around and I ask him "how much longer"&lt;br /&gt;
He says "20 min"&lt;br /&gt;
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This makes me FURIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;
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I told him "by the time you get ready the game will be over, guess this was a waste of my night - I think I will just go home"&lt;br /&gt;
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He then proceeds to get upset with me and says "Oh so what is more important the GAME or ME? - We can still go hang out!"&lt;br /&gt;
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(I hope someone enjoyed our "3rd ROW SEATS"- that he was claiming to have tickets for- cause I am pretty sure there would be no EMPTY seats on the 3rd row of a very crucial Playoff game)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;*First of all Mr. Playoff Pimp- I WAS OBVIOUSLY &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; IMPORTANT TO YOU! So why on earth would I still want to go hang out after you stood me up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr. Playoff Pimp text me for the first time since that night -Yesterday - Almost one week after the incident. &lt;br /&gt;
Telling me how SORRY he was.. that he APOLOGIZES... that he wants to MAKE IT UP TO ME...&lt;br /&gt;
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Look dude- First time I gave you the benefit of the doubt that things weren't going to work out.&amp;nbsp; Then you sit there and "promise" that it will not happen again and that we will go to the next game. Then the time comes for you to PROVE that it won't happen again and you FAIL big time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why on earth would I want to see if it will happen a THIRD time.. ???&lt;br /&gt;
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Men are used to women that they can walk ALL OVER- like door mats.. well let me tell you fellas..&lt;br /&gt;
I am NO LONGER one of those women.&amp;nbsp; I am stronger and more confident than I ever used to be.. and I DON'T deserve to be stood up by any man. &lt;br /&gt;
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Mr. Playoff Pimp...You are Lucky I gave you a second chance.. I find it funny that you think you deserve a third....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;I think it's weird when you see someone driving a truck that only has front cab seating and their girlfriend is sitting &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;in the middle&lt;/span&gt; next to them instead of in the seat on the passenger side by the door.. it just looks &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;silly&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The way some people eat drives me BONKERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I find it frustrating when people talk &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;"at you"&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;"to you"&lt;/span&gt; seriously... you are not my &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;"master"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Had Chinese food on Cinco De Mayo.&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Really? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;If you screw up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: red;"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I will give you the benefit of the doubt... screw up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;you obviously have other priorities and I am not one of them... think I will pass on finding out if you will screw up for the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;third&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;If someone tells you that a man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; not deserve you&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; listen to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Spending time with family makes me one happy girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Happy &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt; mom-&amp;nbsp; You are an amazing, talented beautiful woman and I don't know where I would be without you.&amp;nbsp; You are the best...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Wonder where some people learn to drive...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;It is NOT necessary to &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;POUND&lt;/span&gt; your fingers on the keyboard to make it work.. seriously annoying people!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;If you have the time to set the &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;new &lt;/span&gt;toilet paper roll on top of the &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;empty &lt;/span&gt;toilet paper roll.. then you obviously have time to &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;REPLACE&lt;/span&gt; the empty one with the new one... it's not rocket science!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Some people need a &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"volume control"&lt;/span&gt; button attached to their lips... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Please judge me off of my &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;own character&lt;/span&gt;- not my friends... I am my own person and I have my own values and morals.&amp;nbsp; I may have friends that do things I may not agree with- but that doesn't change the fact that they are my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;Game.... Good Friends....&amp;nbsp; now that's a good Saturday evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;So excited for &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;BBQ's&lt;/span&gt; and House parties now that summer is here :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Watching the birds play in the bird bath at work is quite entertaining... &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;cute little birds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Work is much better when you are &lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Catching up with an old friend makes me &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Friends will always ask&amp;nbsp;for my&amp;nbsp;advice and value&amp;nbsp;my opinion- however in the end they are the only ones who can &lt;strong&gt;TRULY&lt;/strong&gt; choose what to do.. and unless it compromises my well being..&amp;nbsp;I will be &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;supportive&lt;/span&gt; every step of the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I think it is great that there are shows such as &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cirque Du Soleil&lt;/span&gt; out there that showcase the amazing talents that people possess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;TenPin&lt;/span&gt;- 21 &amp;amp; Older Bar/Bowling alley = Best idea EVER.. way to go Park City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Love how refreshed I feel after spending a whole weekend with a swimming pool, hot tub, and steam room :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Work is SO much better when you are &lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Learned something about &lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;cooking&lt;/span&gt; today... Doing it in &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;heels&lt;/span&gt; for over 5 hours.. not such a good idea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;FunDip- not sure which is better the flavored powder or the white candy stick... hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Time off is so refreshing.... ahhhhhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Choose to be &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;, not some fake persona that you think people want you to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;When &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;boys&lt;/span&gt; continue to let you down.. remember you ALWAYS have your &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: magenta;"&gt;girlfriends&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAPA RON - R.I.P :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Had a moment straight out of &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;The Hangover&lt;/span&gt;... oy vey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Some people are kind and personable and others are just plain rude and nasty... I have faith in our generation being raised by those that are kind and personable.. the generation being raised by the latter is what makes me &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;VERY nervous&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;If having sex with someone is something that you hold more importance to- don't you think that is something that should be expressed before you hook up with someone? I mean really.. how old are we now.. why is it so hard for people to communicate where they stand on that issue?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;And even more so, if they do hold more importance to it then why would they willingly hook up with you and then say "I never meant for us to get so serious"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;First of all.. I didn't know that having sex meant we were serious, I was under the impression we were just having fun together and happened to casually hook up. (Let me just say this happened after several times of hanging out, making out, and being VERY flirty with each other)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I do give the guy credit for having good character and coming out and saying why he all the sudden became "distant" and that he hoped we could still be friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Of course we can still be friends... I was hoping we could be friends with benefits? - Well obviously we can't be that either.. it means we are "too serious" (but at the same time- then why did he lead me on?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Gyms should &lt;b&gt;NEVER&lt;/b&gt; have the food channel on- seriously..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Don't make fun of people at the gym (especially overweight people) - at least they are &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;AT&lt;/span&gt; the gym instead of being couch potatoes like 80% of the U.S. population&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;If someone is &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt; in you; they will make time for you- not wait until the last minute&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You can always have &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; friends, but you can only have a handful of &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt; friends&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Spend as much time with your&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; family&lt;/span&gt; as you can; you never know when they will be taken from you.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; at yourself&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;It makes me sick when I see people stuffing their kids faces with &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;FAST FOOD&lt;/span&gt; on a regular basis&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;It bugs me when someone comments on a facebook post with a comment that doesn't even apply to the post&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;It's funny that I feel like my life is ending if I forget my &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;phone&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;Music&lt;/b&gt; can always make me happy- not sure if I can say that about anything else (key word being ALWAYS)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;It makes me sad when I see people that have worked so hard to get where they are at be LAID off.. while others who have done nothing to get where they are get to keep their jobs&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I think that we should get 3 months of &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;vacation&lt;/span&gt; time like they do over in Europe- no wonder they are so laid back and happy&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I don't understand why people cheat&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;If you are unhappy in life- &lt;b&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt; are the only one that can change it&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Guys who cannot be upfront and honest about what they are looking for in a relationship etc- bug me. It's not that hard to say it- you're not going to hurt my feelings.. I'm a big girl&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt; People who give you &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;"one word"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; responses when you are trying to hold a conversation with them= annoying! - I am trying to interact with you.. give me a little more to work with!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Sunshine seems to make everyone &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Just because you don't get to where you want to be as quickly as you'd like- doesn't mean you won't make it there&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;It is &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;exhilarating&lt;/span&gt; to do things by yourself- that you normally wouldn't (Travel, Movies, Going out) -Try it!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You can go out to the club looking sexy, be classy, and get more attention than the girls putting it all out there and being slutty- grow up girls &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;When something is bothering you - TALK about it instead of dwelling on it and letting it ruin your day&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;When someone compliments you- say "Thank you" - if you act as if you are unworthy of it- you just show your insecurities- &lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;confidence&lt;/b&gt; is one of the most attractive qualities a person can possess.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;When you have the opportunity to catch up with old friends- DO IT&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Does everything really happen for a reason?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I do not understand why people have such a hard time grasping how to &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;properly merge&lt;/span&gt; into a lane while driving&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Every restaurant should serve the &lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;"hospital ice"&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; (you know the little round kind that are great for chewing after your drink is gone)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Starting a fight at the bar is stupid and ghetto- please don't involve me in that mess&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;It annoys me when someone texts you... and you don't know the number so you ask "who is this" and they say "guess" or something stupid like that- NEWSFLASH- you text me.. I shouldn't have to guess who the heck you are&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; makeup is amazing!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Seriously wonder if people do not own a mirror sometimes..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;And if they do.. do they really think they look good?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It really is worth spending more &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;$$$$&lt;/span&gt; for a good pair of jeans &amp;amp; a great pair of heels &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Shoulder pads? I don't get them.....&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Would you like to be treated that way?- Then don't treat me that way! (this applies to thousands of scenarios) Do unto others as you'd have done to you- it's a pretty simple concept.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I am not the type to judge one based on their &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;religion&lt;/span&gt;- but please.. unless I ask you to tell me about your faith; please do not try to force it upon me.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Finds it interesting that when I travel out of Utah one of the first questions I get is &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"are you Mormon?"&lt;/span&gt; - yes there are a lot of them in Utah.. but people in other states are Mormon too.. will Utah ever lose this stigma?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Thinks it would be interesting to run into one of these &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;"twins"&lt;/span&gt; everyone keeps telling me that I have- I wonder how much we would actually look alike if standing side by side...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Wonders if I will ever be as good of a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;cook&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;as my mom&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt; I find it funny that the more alcohol you drink; the louder you think you need to talk&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE 2 DANCE!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One of them asked me to lunch Saturday afternoon (We'll call him &lt;b&gt;Stunna&lt;/b&gt;)... I accepted the invitation - and he let me know that he'd have a VIP table at Hotel that night and that I should party with him- which worked out perfectly because that's where I was going for girls night out anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Well.. when I finally get to his VIP table I realize that there is one of the other guys I had met the night before sitting with them (one that I also gave my number to- We'll call him &lt;b&gt;Fly&lt;/b&gt; )- seriously.. talk about awkward! Apparently &lt;b&gt;Fly&lt;/b&gt; is friends with &lt;b&gt;Stunna's&lt;/b&gt; brother.. needless to say both guys were trying to kick it with me throughout the night and it didn't seem to phase either of them..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So last weekend I go out to SB with my friend and &lt;b&gt;Stunna's&lt;/b&gt; brother is there.. totally hitting on me, inviting me to his party up at Harryo's - and continues to tell me how hot I am.. etc and wants to dance&amp;nbsp; - Is he for real.. I was hanging out with his brother lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the mean time I was over getting a drink at the bar when a guy offered to buy me a drink- so I went over and talked to him.. he was nice, a bit older and asked if I'd save him a dance.&amp;nbsp; He was pretty attractive so I told him that I would. So we are dancing and walks by &lt;b&gt;Stunna's&lt;/b&gt; brother and they know each other. I ask him how they know each other and he said "I'm his cousin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Seriously??!?!?!&amp;nbsp; How did I manage in a matter of 2 weekends to have 2 brothers, one of their best friends (&lt;b&gt;Fly&lt;/b&gt;), and their cousin all wanting to get to know me and hang out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Utah is becoming way too small of a bubble.. we need some fresh meat! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Funny Side note about&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Mr. Stunna&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;He went home for a while but is moving back to Utah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I had text him to see if that was still his plan and he said "yes but I need a way back out there"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I didn't respond and later got a text from him saying "so do you got that? Can you get me a ticket?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I said "Are you asking me to pay for your plane ticket?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;He said "Yes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I said "haha.. wow.. well I really can't afford that, sorry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I haven't even known him more than a week and he thinks I would pay for his plane ticket? &lt;b&gt;WOW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;He had paid for our 3 previous dates so I had taken it upon myself to plan and pay for this one.&amp;nbsp; We went to a very delicious (expensive) restaurant and we were having a good time.&amp;nbsp; The wine was amazing, the food was delicious, the waiter (my friend B.) was outstanding... the night was going well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;After dinner I planned for us to go see a live band at The Stateroom. We got there and I had to use the restroom REALLY bad! We then ordered some drinks and went in and watched the band.&amp;nbsp; Very good band although I can't remember the name..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Anyway.. after the opening band finished set and the main band was setting up I (as most women do when they have a lot to drink) had to use the restroom again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I was not in there very long (at least to my knowledge), however when I came out and went to look for Mr. D n D he was not anywhere to be found.&amp;nbsp; So I went out to the lobby thinking he may have had to use the restroom too and wait.. nothing.. so then I go back into the main room to find him.. still NOTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I text him "where are you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;he says "you left"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;at this point I am getting irritated.. how would I leave when he drove us there! What an idiot! I couldn't believe what was going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I call him and make him come back and get me to take me to my car. (it took him at least 10 min.. therefore he was obviously heading home)&amp;nbsp;He gives me some BS about how he was going to surprise me by pulling the car in front and waiting for me like a "gentlemen" -um okay weirdo.. I wasn't under the impression either of us were leaving.. so why in the hell would I&amp;nbsp; know to come outside and be rescued by my "prince charming"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I told him I did not want to hear any of his lame excuses- the fact was he LEFT me on our date.. stranded.. now please take me back to my car!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I got back to my phone after the bar- 5 missed calls, 6 texts, and 3 voice-mails from MR. Dine n' Dash.. seriously? Does he realize he was the one that made the choice to leave me.. why should I give him the time of day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;on 3/30/10 Mr. Dine n' Dash asked if he could call and explain.. I knew that I wasn't going to be impressed with whatever it was he had to say because I have never had someone do that to me on a date.. no matter how bad the date may have been.. never..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;He gives me some explanation about how he "drank too much" and thought that he could sneak off to the gas station to get a nicotine fix while I was in the bathroom (again total BS if you ask me).&amp;nbsp; He never smoked on our previous dates.. so I am not sure where this sudden "craving" came from lol.. needless to say I told him that I do not tolerate that type of behavior from ANY man and that I would not be seeing him again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Last Wednesday I went on a date with Mr. Benjamin Button.&amp;nbsp; Started off okay.. he wanted to take me to Thai food which I like so I was excited- only to find out that he took me to the place I went to lunch the day prior- and needless to say it&amp;nbsp;is not Thai.. it is&amp;nbsp;Asian.. there is a difference. To his disappointment (I suppose) there were only 2 Thai related items on the menu. The conversation went pretty smoothly with a few awkward pauses.. you can imagine my awkward pause after finding out that he likes to give random people on airplanes hand massages- (GROSS).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;After dinner we went bowling, it was a fun time although.. on a first date wouldn't you think the guy would try harder to let the girl win - at least once? Is that asking too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Here comes the fun part... We went back to his place after and started to make out (after all he was cute) and it was going well until.. he started humping one of my legs... isn't that something the guys did when they were in middle school.. I mean does that really still happen at this age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Then I felt him try to unbutton my jeans... I kindly grabbed his hand and told him that was not going to happen (after all.. it's only the first date!). So he tried to tell me that having my pants buttoned "hurt him" and it would "feel better" if the button was undone.&amp;nbsp; I again told him it wasn't happening. This time he said "ok" and we continued to make out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;About 2 minutes later he stops kissing me and returns to questioning why he cannot unbutton my jeans, that he just wants to "feel my butt" cause he's a butt man.&amp;nbsp; I told him "because I said no." He didn't like that and wanted a "better explanation" um seriously? Get real kid.. I told him that he had killed the moment.. he tells me "no you did" I say "why cause I won't unbutton my jeans? I'm just going to leave now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I'm so sick of guys expecting to get all the goods on a first date.. what is it with that?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Needless to say.. Mr. Benjamin Button can have fun unbuttoning someone else's jeans- cause when this redhead says no- she really means "no" and a guy with any sense of respect will honor that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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