<?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/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186986461817728831</id><updated>2024-09-15T11:40:33.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>My thoughts on dating, and things my friends and I did way wrong.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Ray Foote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07217436669230198579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMek8IpZc-kFkX92VNfZgfsi8fFB3-lQ4nmrL1N94aD27qDdqljsA40E2w5CpPcxhL5hP7erNCTPlUObB-USCNXODOQJDdO4K9I4Crk2SRT1jnRDr11q5T7NdiYTT1CA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186986461817728831.post-4443949043005334517</id><published>2022-10-23T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2022-10-23T21:49:33.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally the Foote has come back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;It has been a long decade since my last entry into the blog. A lot of happened in that decade, with one exception. I am still retired from dating. Most of my friends are now married, and have kids. I have finally found my calling and career. (It took far too long for that). And the 20 year high school reunion happened. I moved to a new city, well I visited it often before I moved, but that is where we landed today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet;&quot;&gt;As mentioned before, I have no desire to meet a woman at a bar, when she is wasted and not in her normal state of mind. That seem cheap, and someone who drinks that often, is not necessarily the type of woman that I want to be around. I tried the internet dating, Bumble, eharmony, those types of places, but the type of woman that I am interested in, are not the type that are being matched to me, or starting off the conversation(Bumble).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet;&quot;&gt;The biggest issue I am hitting is that I do not have a social circle that allows me to meet people. I work, I go home, and I will go do things with the extended family that lives in the city I do. None of them seem to work with women that are single, or are friends with people who know single women. The women that I work with, are, to the best of my knowledge all married, or in serious relationships. There are maybe two that are not. However, I do not want to toe the line of harassment at work, and thing that seeing if there is an interest to go get coffee is not worth the risk to my job.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet;&quot;&gt;In the two decades that I have been retired from dating, I have finally found out why I treated my last girlfriend like complete garbage. Thus I can unretire from dating, as that what caused the retirement in 2002. So, therefore, for a Ray of hope and a foote in the right direction, I head back out into the Journey of the dating game.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/feeds/4443949043005334517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1186986461817728831/4443949043005334517?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/4443949043005334517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/4443949043005334517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/2022/10/finally-foote-has-come-back.html' title='Finally the Foote has come back...'/><author><name>Ray Foote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07217436669230198579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMek8IpZc-kFkX92VNfZgfsi8fFB3-lQ4nmrL1N94aD27qDdqljsA40E2w5CpPcxhL5hP7erNCTPlUObB-USCNXODOQJDdO4K9I4Crk2SRT1jnRDr11q5T7NdiYTT1CA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186986461817728831.post-997790069179894919</id><published>2013-07-10T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-07-10T19:57:08.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 2 Chapter 2- Hootenanny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
It has come to my recent attention that most of the people I used to hang out with are now married and therefore as such, spend time with their wives/families. With the exception of one friend, who broke off an engagement due to &quot;issues&quot;. What I mean to say is that being 30 and not married is tough. Most of the issues I have with dating are that I refused to find a girl at a bar, which is what above mentioned single friend does. (by the way, the above mentioned single friend being long and hard to type will now be known as Phillipe.) Phillipe has tried to &quot;introduce&quot; me or &quot;find&quot; me a lady, however the few times that I have gone to places with him, there see, to be no single ladies. I think that Phillipe might have some issues of his own he needs to work out&lt;br /&gt;
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Another issue I have is that with the nicer weather outside, people tend to start wearing fewer amounts of clothing. They also get offended when they get whistled at or other such comments are made in their general direction. You cannot have it both ways. Wear more cloths or get comments that go along with such attire.&lt;br /&gt;
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PS if you are under 18, a bikini top is no something that you should wear without a shirt over top of it. All it does it make the pervs go wild.&lt;br /&gt;
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PPS Phillipe I think you should go back with your hooters plan and date an entire restaurant at once. I need more writing material. &lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/feeds/997790069179894919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1186986461817728831/997790069179894919?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/997790069179894919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/997790069179894919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/2013/07/book-2-chapter-2-hootenanny.html' title='Book 2 Chapter 2- Hootenanny'/><author><name>Ray Foote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07217436669230198579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMek8IpZc-kFkX92VNfZgfsi8fFB3-lQ4nmrL1N94aD27qDdqljsA40E2w5CpPcxhL5hP7erNCTPlUObB-USCNXODOQJDdO4K9I4Crk2SRT1jnRDr11q5T7NdiYTT1CA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186986461817728831.post-5581707458510096779</id><published>2011-10-23T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T23:01:11.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 2 Chapter 1 Return of the Gentlemen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;The other day I was watching Top Gun, if you haven&#39;t seen this movie, I recommend it. Anyways, there is a scene in the movie where Maverick, while flying a jet, clutches the dog-tags of his dead friend and co-pilot and says, &quot;Speak to me Goose, Speck to me.&quot; After he does this he engages in a dog fight and saves the day. I was thinking about that scene today and came to the conclusion, that I am Maverick, I have disengaged from the dog fight of dating and it is time that I re-engage. Much like Maverick did in the movie, minus the 22 billion dollar jets and the aircraft carrier, I am going to find a lady, not&amp;nbsp; just a women, but a lady, whom can handle the attention, gentleness, and the thoughtfulness of me, the last remaining gentleman, the game is a foote.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;As of today, I Ray Foote, the last remaining gentleman am back in the game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/feeds/5581707458510096779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1186986461817728831/5581707458510096779?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/5581707458510096779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/5581707458510096779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/2011/10/book-2-chapter-1-return-of-gentlemen.html' title='Book 2 Chapter 1 Return of the Gentlemen'/><author><name>Ray Foote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07217436669230198579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMek8IpZc-kFkX92VNfZgfsi8fFB3-lQ4nmrL1N94aD27qDdqljsA40E2w5CpPcxhL5hP7erNCTPlUObB-USCNXODOQJDdO4K9I4Crk2SRT1jnRDr11q5T7NdiYTT1CA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186986461817728831.post-570655845538356338</id><published>2011-01-25T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T17:13:00.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part... I lost count</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;I was at a hockey game the other day and I noticed that the team that was winning seemed to have better communication on the ice with each other then the other team. What ended up happening was a 5-1 score with the 1 goal from the losing team being unassisted, meaning no one helped him score the goal. The similarities between the hockey game I was watching and the relationship I have been in and seen around me was abundantly clear.&lt;br /&gt;
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When it comes to relationships it is very important, in my opinion that you talk about where the relationship is headed and where you would like to relationship to end. I mean that some people are only interested in sex, they meet people to have sex and expect nothing more than that. Some people are trying to meet Mr. or Mrs. right, they will be searching a while.Other are looking for the person that they will marry and spend the rest of their lives with.&lt;br /&gt;
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The point is this, if you and the person you are &quot;dating/seeing/wooing/&quot; or any other like term, are not on the same page as to where the relationship will go it will fail, just like the Seattle Thunderbirds in the hockey game I was watching. Hopefully no one will get hurt, but mostly likely someone will. The best way to keep this from happening is to talk to each other about what you are expecting from a relationship and keep the lines of communication open.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/feeds/570655845538356338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1186986461817728831/570655845538356338?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/570655845538356338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/570655845538356338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/2011/01/part-i-lost-count.html' title='Part... I lost count'/><author><name>Ray Foote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07217436669230198579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMek8IpZc-kFkX92VNfZgfsi8fFB3-lQ4nmrL1N94aD27qDdqljsA40E2w5CpPcxhL5hP7erNCTPlUObB-USCNXODOQJDdO4K9I4Crk2SRT1jnRDr11q5T7NdiYTT1CA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186986461817728831.post-2147444113843653527</id><published>2010-10-12T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T17:40:15.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 24, Eu De Toilet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: black; color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;While taping an episode of my good friends Podcast, which can be heard on Cascadia.fm, &quot;In Bed with Matt and Phil.&quot; I was waiting in the good room between taping and went to use the restroom. When I got there I was horrified by what I saw. I mean I thought that you always did a complementary flush after you were done doing your business to make sure that everything went down. BUT no, sitting in the toilet bowl was a bunch of used toilet paper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: black; color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: black; color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;This led me to think about the fact that guys should ALWAYS put the toilet seat down after using it. I mean it is what the gentleman would do for the ladies. Secondly, you never know if you are going to wake up and need to go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: black; color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: black; color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;Back to the ladies part, the nice thing to do for the ladies, since they need to sit down when they use the toilet. Unless you want to get set to the couch at 3am, put the seat back down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: black; color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;Lastly, this incident reminded me that the gentlemen will also, ALWAYS put a fresh roll of toilet paper on the roll when they use the end of it. Tissues are for the nose, not the bum. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/feeds/2147444113843653527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1186986461817728831/2147444113843653527?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/2147444113843653527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/2147444113843653527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/2010/10/part-24-eu-de-toilet.html' title='Part 24, Eu De Toilet'/><author><name>Ray Foote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07217436669230198579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMek8IpZc-kFkX92VNfZgfsi8fFB3-lQ4nmrL1N94aD27qDdqljsA40E2w5CpPcxhL5hP7erNCTPlUObB-USCNXODOQJDdO4K9I4Crk2SRT1jnRDr11q5T7NdiYTT1CA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186986461817728831.post-4968297139500499124</id><published>2010-07-02T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T00:00:45.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 007 * 3 + 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content=&quot;text/html; charset=utf-8&quot; http-equiv=&quot;Content-Type&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content=&quot;Word.Document&quot; name=&quot;ProgId&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content=&quot;Microsoft Word 14&quot; name=&quot;Generator&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content=&quot;Microsoft Word 14&quot; name=&quot;Originator&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href=&quot;file:///C:%5CUsers%5CRay%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml&quot; rel=&quot;File-List&quot;&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href=&quot;file:///C:%5CUsers%5CRay%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_preview.wmf&quot; rel=&quot;Preview&quot;&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href=&quot;file:///C:%5CUsers%5CRay%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx&quot; rel=&quot;themeData&quot;&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href=&quot;file:///C:%5CUsers%5CRay%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml&quot; rel=&quot;colorSchemeMapping&quot;&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;/style&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When I was in high school some friends and I came up with a code, so that when each other houses, we could talk about sex and not let the parents know what was going on. Our good friend Mr. T really liked to talk about sex. Anyways, there is a point. When you get to the age of like 18, it is time to stop talking and using codes to talk about girls and other things. You can still joke about them, but you really can&#39;t use them. The other day I was at work, and I started remembering all the stupid things that my friends and I did. Mostly, Mr. T and I.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mr. T, has a pod cast called &quot;In bed with Matt and Phil&quot;, I don&#39;t listen to this podcast every week, I have been a guest twice. You should not listen if you don&#39;t like profanity. I would give this podcast an &quot;R&quot; rating for the topics of conversations.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Back to codes, the code system we used in High school was all about the library, everything about books meant something else. From &quot;Going to the library&quot;, reading a short story, reading a book, reading a book with a dust jacket. This was a great code, as it was unbreakable, since it was just that good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Seriously, codes are great when you are like 14, but when you are a senior in high school they are lame. Don&#39;t be lame and don&#39;t use codes. Be blunt and straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If you want to pass secret notes back and forth to a girl or boy to have a little fun, DON&#39;T do this as a flirting method. ALSO the whole note that states&amp;nbsp; &quot;Do you like me circle yes or no&quot; Not a good idea after 8th grade.&lt;/o:p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/feeds/4968297139500499124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1186986461817728831/4968297139500499124?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/4968297139500499124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/4968297139500499124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/2010/07/part-007-3-2.html' title='Part 007 * 3 + 2'/><author><name>Ray Foote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07217436669230198579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMek8IpZc-kFkX92VNfZgfsi8fFB3-lQ4nmrL1N94aD27qDdqljsA40E2w5CpPcxhL5hP7erNCTPlUObB-USCNXODOQJDdO4K9I4Crk2SRT1jnRDr11q5T7NdiYTT1CA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186986461817728831.post-8225288414339017138</id><published>2010-05-20T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:47:15.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 22 the real 22</title><content type='html'>I enjoy watching a show that is on Comedy Central, that often makes fun of the same things that I make fun of. Such as peeing in swimming pools at swim parks, and having to vote between two really bad choices. One of the episode, they school has a assembly about harassment. Specifically it involved Sexual Harassment Panda.&lt;br /&gt;
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When you ask someone to do something and they say no, it is okay to ask again, but if you continually ask the same person to do things together and they continually say no. You are legally required to stop. Otherwise the Panda will have to come talk to you after you lose your job and get fired. &lt;br /&gt;
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Two things to take away from this, first, don&#39;t be a dork and if there is a girl you like, and you ask her out a bunch and she is always busy or doing other things, take a hint. Secondly, be nice.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/feeds/8225288414339017138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1186986461817728831/8225288414339017138?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/8225288414339017138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/8225288414339017138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/2010/05/post-22-real-22.html' title='Post 22 the real 22'/><author><name>Ray Foote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07217436669230198579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMek8IpZc-kFkX92VNfZgfsi8fFB3-lQ4nmrL1N94aD27qDdqljsA40E2w5CpPcxhL5hP7erNCTPlUObB-USCNXODOQJDdO4K9I4Crk2SRT1jnRDr11q5T7NdiYTT1CA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186986461817728831.post-7762927673220971061</id><published>2010-05-14T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T00:08:14.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 21  Timing Belts</title><content type='html'>For those of you who have cars, most cars have a timing belt, a peice of rubber that goes around the crankshaft to the driveshaft, or something like that. Point is that if the timing of this belt is off even a little bit, the car wont run well, or run at all. &lt;br /&gt;
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In dating, timing is just as important. If you try something to soon you may never get the oppertunity to do that again. For example, if you ask someone out,. before they are ready, they may be inclined to say no, thus making futher interactions between the two of you akword. Similairly, if you go in to early for a kiss, some result. TIMING is everything. &lt;br /&gt;
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At work I was reading a passage froma book about oppertunity, it talks about if it passes you by, you can never catch it, and if you reach to early you will grasp the air and miss it completely. &lt;br /&gt;
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I honestly feel the same about dating. When you find someone you might think about goign on a date with someone, you have to make sure the timing is right. Cause you only get one chance. If you jumo the gun, as I stated earlier, it may become akward when you and the other person are near each other. &lt;br /&gt;
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So, how do you know when the timing is right? You can&#39;t. Deal with it and just jump into the deep end.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/feeds/7762927673220971061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1186986461817728831/7762927673220971061?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/7762927673220971061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/7762927673220971061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/2010/05/part-21-timing-belts.html' title='Part 21  Timing Belts'/><author><name>Ray Foote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07217436669230198579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMek8IpZc-kFkX92VNfZgfsi8fFB3-lQ4nmrL1N94aD27qDdqljsA40E2w5CpPcxhL5hP7erNCTPlUObB-USCNXODOQJDdO4K9I4Crk2SRT1jnRDr11q5T7NdiYTT1CA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186986461817728831.post-2844685024556049128</id><published>2010-04-01T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:51:39.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode XX   Beer</title><content type='html'>I have recently acquired the taste for beer, not all beer, but that isn&#39;t the point. What is the point is that those beer commercials for the most interesting man in the world, he doesn&#39;t seem that interesting. I mean, he is old, and doesn&#39;t even always drink the beer he is advertising.&lt;br /&gt;
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The gentlemen will always attempt to buy a drink for the lady he is with. Whether that be a soda, or a beer, or glass of wine. Whatever the drink is the gentlemen shoudl always buy the first glass/pint. If the lady likes to drink more then one glass in a setting, there may be a problem and find out if she is an alcoholic. Also, you should never drink more then one beer per meal, as it may lead to a lady thinking you are a lush, and a drunk. 2 things you shoudl never want to be. &lt;br /&gt;
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However, if you at chilling at your house with a lady and a group of friends it is okay to drink more then one bottle/glass, as generally when you open a bottle of wine, it taste best when fresh. I think. I am not a huge fan of wine.&lt;br /&gt;
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Secondly, where is a good place to hike, as I feel like going on a hike, and am thinking about asking a lody friend of mine to join me? Where are good fun places to hike?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/feeds/2844685024556049128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1186986461817728831/2844685024556049128?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/2844685024556049128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/2844685024556049128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/2010/04/episode-xx-beer.html' title='Episode XX   Beer'/><author><name>Ray Foote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07217436669230198579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMek8IpZc-kFkX92VNfZgfsi8fFB3-lQ4nmrL1N94aD27qDdqljsA40E2w5CpPcxhL5hP7erNCTPlUObB-USCNXODOQJDdO4K9I4Crk2SRT1jnRDr11q5T7NdiYTT1CA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186986461817728831.post-7567821184912321628</id><published>2010-03-23T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:13:12.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic 18 KISS</title><content type='html'>Keep It Simple, Stupid!&lt;br /&gt;
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If you are every anywhere with a girl, make sure that you are showing her the proper  respect she deserves, as a lady, by paying attention to everything she says.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/feeds/7567821184912321628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1186986461817728831/7567821184912321628?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/7567821184912321628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/7567821184912321628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/2010/03/epic-18-kiss.html' title='Epic 18 KISS'/><author><name>Ray Foote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07217436669230198579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMek8IpZc-kFkX92VNfZgfsi8fFB3-lQ4nmrL1N94aD27qDdqljsA40E2w5CpPcxhL5hP7erNCTPlUObB-USCNXODOQJDdO4K9I4Crk2SRT1jnRDr11q5T7NdiYTT1CA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186986461817728831.post-8985598258689072372</id><published>2010-03-23T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T17:11:21.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 17 Cell phone etiquette</title><content type='html'>I was asked to give the gentleman stance on this new thing called “sexting.” First let me say this, who ever came up with this term is dumb. I have a program at work that allows Twexting- it sends a text and a twitter update at the same time, and that is a much better name for this fad. &lt;br /&gt;
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   It is very sad that this is a fad, because it often hurts people. I recently did a project for my last college class, which I got an A in, which was about teen suicide. While researching the article, I came across two different stories about girls, a 13 and 18 year old, that committed suicide because pictures they had taken of themselves naked, had been sent to boys, and then those boys sent them to other people. Therefore, with that said all that “sexting” leads to is death. &lt;br /&gt;
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    As for the gentlemen, first, he should not be dating a woman that would do such a thing; her body should be a temple, which is reserved for her spouse. Same things go for the husband. If a lady really really wants to get the attention of a guy, she should talk to him. That is generally the best way to get a guy to notice you, well a respectful gentlemen that will treat a lady the way she should be treated. &lt;br /&gt;
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   If you, the gentleman reader, were to get such a test, I would advise you to get rid of the picture as quickly as possible, so that one, your wife/girlfriend/fiance does not see it and think you are cheating. Second, ask the sending party to refrain form sending you such pictures. All that will come of that is an addiction to bad things, which can and will lead to more serious offenses against your lady friends later.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/feeds/8985598258689072372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1186986461817728831/8985598258689072372?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/8985598258689072372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/8985598258689072372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-17-cell-phone-etiquette.html' title='Chapter 17 Cell phone etiquette'/><author><name>Ray Foote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07217436669230198579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMek8IpZc-kFkX92VNfZgfsi8fFB3-lQ4nmrL1N94aD27qDdqljsA40E2w5CpPcxhL5hP7erNCTPlUObB-USCNXODOQJDdO4K9I4Crk2SRT1jnRDr11q5T7NdiYTT1CA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186986461817728831.post-4620096880450943058</id><published>2010-03-19T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:12:58.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 14.2 The Flying Dutchmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content=&quot;text/html; charset=utf-8&quot; http-equiv=&quot;Content-Type&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content=&quot;Word.Document&quot; name=&quot;ProgId&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content=&quot;Microsoft Word 12&quot; name=&quot;Generator&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content=&quot;Microsoft Word 12&quot; name=&quot;Originator&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href=&quot;file:///C:%5CUsers%5CRay%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml&quot; rel=&quot;File-List&quot;&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href=&quot;file:///C:%5CUsers%5CRay%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx&quot; rel=&quot;themeData&quot;&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href=&quot;file:///C:%5CUsers%5CRay%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml&quot; rel=&quot;colorSchemeMapping&quot;&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: orange; color: black;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; Due to many comments I received, I have come to the conclusion that the guy should pay for as many dates as he girl lets him pay for. Hopefully, you are dating a nice respectful girl that will not take advantage of this and order 30 steaks every date.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: orange; color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: orange; color: black;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Guys, also you should expect to watch at least one &quot;chick-flick&quot; with your lady friend. I recommend Ever After, The Princess Bride, New in Town, or Fever Pitch. Hitch is also good. These are films that you will enjoy, as well as the lady you watch them with.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: orange; color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: orange; color: black;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I know these things due to a training I endued growing up with an older sister. Trust me, sometimes; the girls do not want to watch Gladiator or Braveheart every Friday night. Throw a curveball and suggest a fun romantic comedy.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/feeds/4620096880450943058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1186986461817728831/4620096880450943058?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/4620096880450943058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/4620096880450943058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/2010/03/part-142-flying-dutchmen.html' title='Part 14.2 The Flying Dutchmen'/><author><name>Ray Foote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07217436669230198579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMek8IpZc-kFkX92VNfZgfsi8fFB3-lQ4nmrL1N94aD27qDdqljsA40E2w5CpPcxhL5hP7erNCTPlUObB-USCNXODOQJDdO4K9I4Crk2SRT1jnRDr11q5T7NdiYTT1CA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186986461817728831.post-3775834460684338259</id><published>2010-03-19T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:04:31.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Underpants</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was out with some friends the other night, watching some Fox news, for the weather report. The weather girl is rather good looking, and does a fairly good job with the weather predictions. We also watched some Lady Gaga music videos. Those are some unique videos, kudos for being original. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; One of the things that was brought up was about clothing. Yes, three guys talked about clothing. It may have had something to do with the latest dress mishap, I do not really know, but it got me thinking about all the scantily clad women out there, and the example they set. I mean really, when did it become okay to go underpants less every day? A great example is in the preview for the movie “She’s out of my League” there is a scene where they come to a pool, and talk about swimming, and one of the guys says underwear is okay, and the girl replies, it would be okay if I were wearing any.” Now, I just do not understand why that would be comfortable. I guest hosted a blog, “&lt;b&gt;In Bed with Matt and Phil&lt;/b&gt;”, which can be found on ITunes, where I took a series of questions and this was one that I had to answer. Really, I think that people should wear comfortable clothes, but remember that there are people out in the world, that will see girls wearing not much, and then become the victim of a very bad crime. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So please, for the sake of the gentlemen out in the world, help us by not being an easy target for mean people. Being charged with assault is not something that a gentleman wants to deal with.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/feeds/3775834460684338259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1186986461817728831/3775834460684338259?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/3775834460684338259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/3775834460684338259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/2010/03/underpants.html' title='Underpants'/><author><name>Ray Foote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07217436669230198579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMek8IpZc-kFkX92VNfZgfsi8fFB3-lQ4nmrL1N94aD27qDdqljsA40E2w5CpPcxhL5hP7erNCTPlUObB-USCNXODOQJDdO4K9I4Crk2SRT1jnRDr11q5T7NdiYTT1CA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186986461817728831.post-6624138598779785918</id><published>2010-03-02T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:37:03.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;Accidental Hand Holding&quot;</title><content type='html'>Episode 15&lt;br /&gt;
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I heard a joke that today was astronaut day due to the date, 3/2/10, it made me laugh for about 5 seconds, which is at most the longest accidental hand touching should ever go. I mean anything more than that and there is a purpose behind it.  Hand holding brings me to a point I briefly discussed in an early post. &lt;br /&gt;
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“Holding hands leads to hugging, hugging leads to kissing, kissing leads to making out, and making out leads to babies.” That is a quote that generally describes the order in which the physicality of a relationship go. There are a few people that like to skip a step or 5, but that is between them and themselves. &lt;br /&gt;
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A gentleman would not proceed past the second stage until around the 5th-10th date, when the couple is dating exclusively, and the hugging is mostly done to say goodnight, at a respectable hour of the night, and on the ladies porch/doorstep. The progression to the 3rd step happens, oh after a couple of months of dating, again the couple is dating exclusively and knows their partner very well. I mean they didn’t just meet and fall madly in love and skip the first three steps. The fourth step I believe is done after a promise of marriage is done or as they call is now and engagement. The last step is always to be done after marriage, as it leads to babies, and those are not something that should be made haphazardly, nor without be able to properly take care of an infant.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you follow that plan, two things will happen. First, you will be rewarded as a gentleman, with a very loving wife/husband, and second, you won’t have babies that you can’t afford.&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember this quote as you embark on a dating relationship. “The more you do with your boy/girlfriend means the less you get to experience with your husband/wife.”</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/feeds/6624138598779785918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1186986461817728831/6624138598779785918?isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/6624138598779785918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/6624138598779785918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/2010/03/accidental-hand-holding.html' title='&quot;Accidental Hand Holding&quot;'/><author><name>Ray Foote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07217436669230198579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMek8IpZc-kFkX92VNfZgfsi8fFB3-lQ4nmrL1N94aD27qDdqljsA40E2w5CpPcxhL5hP7erNCTPlUObB-USCNXODOQJDdO4K9I4Crk2SRT1jnRDr11q5T7NdiYTT1CA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186986461817728831.post-8962756607000595304</id><published>2010-02-28T23:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:49:28.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 14 The Flying Dutchmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content=&quot;text/html; charset=utf-8&quot; http-equiv=&quot;Content-Type&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content=&quot;Word.Document&quot; name=&quot;ProgId&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content=&quot;Microsoft Word 14&quot; name=&quot;Generator&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content=&quot;Microsoft Word 14&quot; name=&quot;Originator&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href=&quot;file:///C:%5CUsers%5CRay%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml&quot; rel=&quot;File-List&quot;&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href=&quot;file:///C:%5CUsers%5CRay%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx&quot; rel=&quot;themeData&quot;&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href=&quot;file:///C:%5CUsers%5CRay%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml&quot; rel=&quot;colorSchemeMapping&quot;&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Going dutch, the dating practice where the bill is split 50/50 or each person pays for their own meal. In principle a great idea, but when it is time for the guy to pay for the full meal/date cost?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nps.gov/lecl/planyourvisit/images/multnomah-falls2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://www.nps.gov/lecl/planyourvisit/images/multnomah-falls2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thing that as a gentlemen, the first 3 dates should be dutched up. After the third date, it would seem to me that most couples would be exclusively dating by that time. If that is the case then on the fourth date the guy should be buying the dinner, movie tickets, the pieces of a meal that make up a picnic. &amp;nbsp;By the way, picnics are generally very romantic, because of the ability to be alone with your boyfriend/girlfriend. I would avoid picnics for at least the first four dates, after that they are fair game. I would recommend if you live near the Gorge, in the state of Oregon, many of the waterfalls in the area would be a great place for a picnic. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Back to the dutchness, sometimes the girl will still want to pay for a part of the date, I recommend that to prevent this, take the bill and pay it quickly, if you aren’t fast enough to grab the bill, in a sneaky way as possible, take her card/money out of the billfold and replace it yours your own. Preferably not one that you stole.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;If you following these simple dutch tips, you should have a good start towards a gentlemen approved dates.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/feeds/8962756607000595304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1186986461817728831/8962756607000595304?isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/8962756607000595304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/8962756607000595304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/2010/02/part-14-flying-dutchmen.html' title='Part 14 The Flying Dutchmen'/><author><name>Ray Foote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07217436669230198579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMek8IpZc-kFkX92VNfZgfsi8fFB3-lQ4nmrL1N94aD27qDdqljsA40E2w5CpPcxhL5hP7erNCTPlUObB-USCNXODOQJDdO4K9I4Crk2SRT1jnRDr11q5T7NdiYTT1CA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186986461817728831.post-5111062444469998795</id><published>2010-02-05T22:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:18:39.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Part 13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;When I wrote about how gents are supposed to open doors for ladies, I got a large number of questions asking about certain types of doors. I am going to copy the email, and then explain each type of door:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;Ø&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Revolving doors - Take your shirt off and carry the lady through the revolving door like a fireman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;Ø&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wine cellar doors - Take your shirt off and break in the cellar door with a fireman&#39;s ax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;Ø&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Manhole covers - Take your shirt off and bash in the manhole cover like a yogurt lid, high five Donatello and Michelangelo, and carry the lady down into the sewer like a fireman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;Ø&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Automatic Door - After you trigger the automatic door, stand in the doorway keeping it open letting all the cold air into the store. Don&#39;t forget to take your shirt off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;Ø&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Castle Door - Use your body as a battering ram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;Ø&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cockpit Door - Freely violate FSA regulations and let anyone wearing a skirt into the cockpit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;Ø&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Car Door - You just need to be fast here and get to the any card door before the lady does. Also, you need to be shirtless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;Ø&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Horse carriage door - You&#39;ll probably need your sword here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpLast&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;Ø&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Christian Dior - Again, take your shirt off. The &quot;dior&quot; will immediately surrender to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Now none of the ideas after each type of door is the correct gentlemanly way to open the door. UNLESS you have the ripped abs of a fireman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;Ø&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Revolving doors- allow the lady you are with to get in first and then gentle push the door around, letting her out first, and making sure that you don’t run her over with the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;Ø&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wine cellar doors- a lady should never be asked to get more wine for two reasons. 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;, it is cold and damp. 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; that is where the spiders made their nest and will bite you to protect it. Therefore, when you, the man, go down to get more wine bring a nail gun, with a full tank of compresses air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;Ø&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Manhole covers-Unless you are a Ninja turtle, or a utility worker, never open a manhole cover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;Ø&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Automatic doors- again allow the lady first entry and follow behind her, not super close that could be freaky and weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;Ø&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Castle door- if you have a castle door that you are a lady are walking into, two things will happen. 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; someone will open the door for both of you. If that happens let the lady go first. If someone lowers a drawbridge, try very hard not to soil your pants, and let the lady go first, however, stay close as you may have to fend off an invading knight wishing to steal thy lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;Ø&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cockpit door- unless you want to get tassed by the Air Marshall, keep that door closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpLast&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -.25in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore;&quot;&gt;Ø&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Horse Carriage- again there will be someone to open that door for you&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/feeds/5111062444469998795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1186986461817728831/5111062444469998795?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/5111062444469998795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/5111062444469998795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/2010/02/doors.html' title='Doors'/><author><name>Ray Foote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07217436669230198579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMek8IpZc-kFkX92VNfZgfsi8fFB3-lQ4nmrL1N94aD27qDdqljsA40E2w5CpPcxhL5hP7erNCTPlUObB-USCNXODOQJDdO4K9I4Crk2SRT1jnRDr11q5T7NdiYTT1CA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186986461817728831.post-1533394077607715424</id><published>2010-01-19T15:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T15:16:42.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of Chivalry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Return of Chivalry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I recently heard a story, about a girl, whom was with a group of people and had a guy open the door for her.  She was quite shocked and did not know what to do. I say props to you sir, who opened the door for the ladies. Way to be awesome! Upon hearing this I came to the conclusion that I may in fact, not be the last remaining gentleman on earth. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This brings me to my point, it is very sad, that women find it odd when guys open doors for them. This along taking your hat off when you enter a building, or tipping your hat if outdoors. I never understood the last one, but that is okay. I have always had the belief that if you want to get noticed, open doors for people. It not only makes you look good, but you may meet your spouse. When I was in college, I held the door open for some people, I had no idea who they were, the next day one of them, a nice looking female came up and said, “You held to door open for me the other day and I wanted to meet you.” We started hanging out and dated for a few months before I became a jerk and retired from dating because of my behavior to this girl. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My point is this, even if you have no idea that you are being noticed when you hold a door open for a lady, you are noticed. Even at school, in High school I had the idea that when I was going o run for Student Body President, that I would go to different doors, and open them all morning for those coming to school, to get notice and to say hi. It would have worked had it not been for stupid rules about needed t years of leadership class to run for ASB president.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/feeds/1533394077607715424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1186986461817728831/1533394077607715424?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/1533394077607715424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/1533394077607715424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/2010/01/return-of-chivalry.html' title='The Return of Chivalry'/><author><name>Ray Foote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07217436669230198579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMek8IpZc-kFkX92VNfZgfsi8fFB3-lQ4nmrL1N94aD27qDdqljsA40E2w5CpPcxhL5hP7erNCTPlUObB-USCNXODOQJDdO4K9I4Crk2SRT1jnRDr11q5T7NdiYTT1CA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186986461817728831.post-2154175903830648882</id><published>2010-01-04T14:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T14:10:57.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How fast is too fast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was watching a movie once and I heard this line, “If you’re not first your last.” Thinking about that quote, I thought does that apply to dating and relationships as well. How fast are people supposed to move in relationships? I have heard and seen, a couple get married after knowing each other for 6 months. I have also seen high school sweet hearts get married after college. On the other hand, I have seen people never get married, and I have seen people who have been together, whether married or not, just stop being together.  I have seen many different types of relationships. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This post is more of a discussion starter then my thoughts. Being that I haven’t dating for going on 7 years now, I am out of the loop as far as how fast things are supposed to move physically in a relationship. The last time I was in a relationship, it took me about 3 months before I kissed my girlfriend and about 3 weeks to start holding her hand. Is that a normal time frame? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mr. T, my good friend, dated a girl in high school, for about 6 months I think. This was back in 2001, last decade, they then went to France and “did it” had sex. At the time I didn’t understand why he did this, as he had no job, she didn’t either, and his mom was downstairs in the house. I never have, and still don’t understand why people, who have no means of supporting themselves, let alone a family, chose to make decisions that could lead them down a road of dark bitterness and hate. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So, if you have any thoughts on the matter of how fast relationships are supposed to go, please post them as comments or on the Facebook page for this site. Search for “The Journey” and click on the one with a picture.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There have been other friends that have also done this. My good friend &quot;Jean Luc&quot;, dating a girl for I think about 2 years, and was super happy with her, and at the drop of a hat, would go to her aid. They did everything together, in fact he stopped do things with Mr. T and I altogether unless we went and woke him up. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;This is a tradition, which I do not understand very well. Maybe it is because I have never done this tradition, or maybe because I don’t want to spread germs. HOWEVER, I would think that any tradition where you are going around kissing people in a large group, would lead to the spreading of the mononucleosis (the kissing disease). Now, MONO, as I will call it for short, because I don’t want to write out the long word ever time, takes you out of the game for like a month. I have never had mono, but I know people who have, and I hear it sucks. Not like a hicky, but like a nasty flu that last for a month. So why are earth are people going around helping these germs populate the earth. I mean this is no polio, but still. I thought germs were bad? Anyways, I guess what I am trying to say is where are these parties where people go kissing people willy nilly. There is a gal out there that I would like to ask out on a date, however, I don’t think that the last gentleman of the 21 century would use a stupid germ spreading tradition to kiss a girl. OR would he?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/feeds/7786006482226648982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1186986461817728831/7786006482226648982?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/7786006482226648982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/7786006482226648982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/2009/12/80.html' title='8.0'/><author><name>Ray Foote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07217436669230198579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMek8IpZc-kFkX92VNfZgfsi8fFB3-lQ4nmrL1N94aD27qDdqljsA40E2w5CpPcxhL5hP7erNCTPlUObB-USCNXODOQJDdO4K9I4Crk2SRT1jnRDr11q5T7NdiYTT1CA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186986461817728831.post-6405852434201075532</id><published>2009-12-17T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:35:36.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 7.34</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content=&quot;text/html; charset=utf-8&quot; http-equiv=&quot;Content-Type&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content=&quot;Word.Document&quot; name=&quot;ProgId&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content=&quot;Microsoft Word 14&quot; name=&quot;Generator&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content=&quot;Microsoft Word 14&quot; name=&quot;Originator&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href=&quot;file:///C:%5CUsers%5CRay%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml&quot; rel=&quot;File-List&quot;&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href=&quot;file:///C:%5CUsers%5CRay%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx&quot; rel=&quot;themeData&quot;&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href=&quot;file:///C:%5CUsers%5CRay%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml&quot; rel=&quot;colorSchemeMapping&quot;&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have never paid for on-line dating. I did some free weekend trail thing on eHarmony once, to see what it was like. But other than that, nothing. I have a friend that is using a certain site, that we will call, Swell Arrow Shooting Baby. Now this site, you log on and then look at pictures to find your match. Now, I am not sure about you, but I don&#39;t think that looking at a picture is a good way to judge if you will like someone. I mean, I have pictures on my Facebook page from about 2 years ago; I was not as fat two years ago. I look totally different now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Picture Dating = absolute stupidness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;There is another friend of mine that is using&amp;nbsp;a different service we will call pair.com, they use the information you use to find a match for you. I think, I have never used this site. Anyways, using info that people write about themselves to make a mathematical equation to find matches; I think that may be stupid too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you are that in need of a date/boyfriend/girlfriend, maybe that should be a clue, that you DON&#39;T need to be dating anyone. Keep that in mind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/feeds/6405852434201075532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1186986461817728831/6405852434201075532?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/6405852434201075532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/6405852434201075532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/2009/12/part-734.html' title='Part 7.34'/><author><name>Ray Foote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07217436669230198579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMek8IpZc-kFkX92VNfZgfsi8fFB3-lQ4nmrL1N94aD27qDdqljsA40E2w5CpPcxhL5hP7erNCTPlUObB-USCNXODOQJDdO4K9I4Crk2SRT1jnRDr11q5T7NdiYTT1CA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186986461817728831.post-2483074773962976465</id><published>2009-12-10T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:26:21.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes in a Half Shell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;color: orange; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Heroes in a Half Shell&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It all started in New York with a small boy that owned four pet turtles. While walking the young boy trips and the turtles fall into the sewers. This is the beginning of the Teenage Mutant Ninja turtles. From the stories of 1986 to the modern day of today, the Turtles have fought for those unable to fight for themselves. First, how did the Turtles become ninja warriors? Second, who are they always fighting and where did they come from, and lastly what is the difference between the Turtles of old and the Turtles of today.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The story begins in Japan, at the Foot Clan Doji, where Hamato Yoshi, was set up by his student Oroku Saki. Oroku Saki plants a knife in the Kai of Hamato Yoshi, and makes it appear that Yoshi is plotting to kill the master sensei. After this, Yoshi is ashamed and banished from the Foot Clan. In disgrace, Hamato flees to New York. When crawling around in the sewers the Turtles come into contact with “OOZE”. This ooze would turn anything it contacted into the animal they had the most recent contact with. Thus turning Hamato Yoshi into a rat, and the Turtles into human sized turtles. The Turtles named Hamato Yoshi, Splinter, because of his ability to turn wood into splinters of wood. Splinter then named the Turtles after his four favorite renaissance artists. Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, and Michelangelo became the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Splinter trained them in the art of Ninjitsu. This came in very handy when fighting the Foot Clan.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You may be asking yourself, who are the Turtles always fighting with? Still in Japan and without Hamato Yoshi in charge, Oroku Saki takes control of the Foot Clan. After the take over, the Foot Clan becomes an evil clan of ninjas. However, when Oroku Saki comes to New York, the Foot Clan are robots. Oroku Saki becomes the Shredder, which is not really explained in the cartoon. With the help of Kang, a bodiless head from Dimension X, and the ooze he steels, Shredder is able to create Bebop and Rocksteady. These two were the Shedders main henchmen. Two gang members turned into a Warthog and a Rhino that were stolen from the New York Zoo. With limitless resources from Krang, Shedder is also able use the Technodrome as a base. Krang was a general in the wars of Dimension X before being brought to New York by Shedder. Throughout the series several different mutant are brought from other dimensions and a few made by Shedder. Not all of those brought to Earth were bad dudes. &lt;br /&gt;
The main cartoon ran from December 1987 until November 1996(WordNet). With the series at an end; “The Next Mutation” started. It was a live action show that introduced a female turtle. The show lasted one year. It was very bad. After this flop, the series came back in 2003. It again introduced the Turtle, and Splinter and also The Shedder. However, the story line is very different then the story created in 1986. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In comparing the old series with the new series, I conducted interviews with 3 2nd graders at Sunnyside Elementary School. I asked them questions related to characters of the old show and the new show. I also asked them to mention the plot of the new series. In those that watched to show did not know who Bepop, Rocksteady, Krang, or The RatKing was. They are either not the major villains they were in the ’86 series, or not in the story line at all. Furthermore, April and Casey Jones are now dating in the show, which was not even hinted at in the ’87 series. April was a female reporter who was saved from the gang that Shredder ran, by the turtles in the very first episode in 1986. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In the 2003 series, a new human named Cody now fights along with the Turtles. Also, Shedders daughter was introduced, and now leads the foot clan after The Shedder’s death. The TMNT movie that came out last summer is based on the story line of the ’03 series. While the live action movies of the 90’s were based on none of the series. With a new story line for how Hamato Yoshi became Splinter. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles’ have lived in the glory age of cartoons, and in the modern age of digital computer graphic cartoons. They have seen both live action and animated movies. From the beginnings in Japan to the sewers of New York, from Dimension X to Florida, the Turtles’ fight Shredder where ever he goes. If the Shredder is gone, the Turtles are fighting someone else who prays on the weak. Hiding in the shadows with the invisible art of Ninjitsu, one can never be sure if the Turtles are watching over the city and lurking on those evil villains.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Cowabunga Dudes. &lt;br /&gt;
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WORKS CITED&lt;br /&gt;
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WorldNet “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles” WorldNet ® 1.7.1, © 2006 Princeton University 20 Nov. 2007&amp;lt; http://www.search.com/reference/Teenage_Mutant_Ninja_Turtles&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mirage Studios. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. DVD. FHI and Artisan, 2004</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/feeds/2483074773962976465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1186986461817728831/2483074773962976465?isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/2483074773962976465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/2483074773962976465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/2009/12/heroes-in-half-shell.html' title='Heroes in a Half Shell'/><author><name>Ray Foote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07217436669230198579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMek8IpZc-kFkX92VNfZgfsi8fFB3-lQ4nmrL1N94aD27qDdqljsA40E2w5CpPcxhL5hP7erNCTPlUObB-USCNXODOQJDdO4K9I4Crk2SRT1jnRDr11q5T7NdiYTT1CA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186986461817728831.post-6128892043377657304</id><published>2009-12-04T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:40:54.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T&#39;was the night before the 6th posting...</title><content type='html'>I was having some happy hour funness this evening, and the conversation was about dating. I was very interested in what was said. This is an example of what was said. To help with the privacy of the people there, I will not use their real names, except for me. The people engaged in this conversation were Ray (me), Star Fox, and Princess Daisy. Sorry about the Nintendo references, but I really liked that system, and am enjoying the new 4 player super Mario game for the Wii.&lt;br /&gt;
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SF: I am super confused about the status of the relationship I am in.&lt;br /&gt;
ME: You should have the talk&lt;br /&gt;
PD: Yeah you should.&lt;br /&gt;
SF: No, I don&#39;t want to&lt;br /&gt;
ME: Well, I will ask him on the next time I see him.&lt;br /&gt;
PD: You should totally do that.&lt;br /&gt;
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End of the important part.&lt;br /&gt;
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   I have seen that this is a very typical stage in the dating relationship. When one or both parties was one idea of what they would like but is unsure of what the other person is thinking. I have a solution to this. ASK. If you don&#39;t ask, or bring it up you will never know what the other person is thinking. Unless you can read minds, but I do not think that, you can. SO ASK THE QUESTION. You may not like the answer, but you will not have to worry about what is going on in the other persons head. Asking questions will always lead to a gain in knowledge, and gain knowledge will generally lead to wisdom. &lt;br /&gt;
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   In addition, with it being the Christmas season, I would like to leave you some departing thoughts for the weekend. Holding hands leads directly to babies. More details to follow.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/feeds/6128892043377657304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1186986461817728831/6128892043377657304?isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/6128892043377657304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/6128892043377657304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/2009/12/twas-night-before-6th-posting.html' title='T&#39;was the night before the 6th posting...'/><author><name>Ray Foote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07217436669230198579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMek8IpZc-kFkX92VNfZgfsi8fFB3-lQ4nmrL1N94aD27qDdqljsA40E2w5CpPcxhL5hP7erNCTPlUObB-USCNXODOQJDdO4K9I4Crk2SRT1jnRDr11q5T7NdiYTT1CA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186986461817728831.post-130885955554080377</id><published>2009-12-04T23:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:27:57.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first one is the hardest.</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine, asked me to start blogging about my thoughts into the world of dating. So I decided to do it. Now, for a few of you out there who might read this, I once wrote an 11 part essay title &quot;The Journey&quot;, it was good, but this will be better. Way better. So each week I will post a new blog about my opinion of dating, and my thoughts on dating couples that I know.&lt;br /&gt;
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Right out of the gate, I would like to say this, if you go to a concert of a band you know nothing about, someone picks you up and drives you home, it is a date. It is generally a good idea to say hell-o when they walk into the house, not as you are leaving the house to go to the car. Just a thought, say hell-o or some other version of that words first thing.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/feeds/130885955554080377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1186986461817728831/130885955554080377?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/130885955554080377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1186986461817728831/posts/default/130885955554080377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayfoote.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-one-is-hardest.html' title='The first one is the hardest.'/><author><name>Ray Foote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07217436669230198579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMek8IpZc-kFkX92VNfZgfsi8fFB3-lQ4nmrL1N94aD27qDdqljsA40E2w5CpPcxhL5hP7erNCTPlUObB-USCNXODOQJDdO4K9I4Crk2SRT1jnRDr11q5T7NdiYTT1CA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186986461817728831.post-2966151729710583513</id><published>2009-11-30T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:01:19.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 5th post of The Journey....</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content=&quot;text/html; charset=utf-8&quot; http-equiv=&quot;Content-Type&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content=&quot;Word.Document&quot; name=&quot;ProgId&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content=&quot;Microsoft Word 12&quot; name=&quot;Generator&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content=&quot;Microsoft Word 12&quot; name=&quot;Originator&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href=&quot;file:///C:%5CUsers%5CRay%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml&quot; rel=&quot;File-List&quot;&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href=&quot;file:///C:%5CUsers%5CRay%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx&quot; rel=&quot;themeData&quot;&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href=&quot;file:///C:%5CUsers%5CRay%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml&quot; rel=&quot;colorSchemeMapping&quot;&gt;&lt;/link&gt;    &lt;m:smallfrac m:val=&quot;off&quot;&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val=&quot;0&quot;&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val=&quot;0&quot;&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val=&quot;centerGroup&quot;&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val=&quot;1440&quot;&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val=&quot;subSup&quot;&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val=&quot;undOvr&quot;&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;/style&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Recently, I have had thoughts about returning to the game of dating. The problem is that I have no clue what to do. I mean I have my do and don&#39;t list and I know some things my friends did, but still. That will only get you so far. So with this portion of The Journey, I pose to you this question: How do you get up the nerve to ask a girl out? If you are a lady reader, just change the girl to a guy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxzQA1kiWF3lxsUuqNPmqwK-V21ImPspZVjacLYczkj4MyX25TK0vgs1D5PzFOA2JZKrAx90XhHklkLyoNIbIImpZc0olrguJbLsZHqZawnA3lp6YRveOKhyphenhyphennc4dqU_mI4LZ5Oog6A3MI/s1600/Bigfoote.GIF&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxzQA1kiWF3lxsUuqNPmqwK-V21ImPspZVjacLYczkj4MyX25TK0vgs1D5PzFOA2JZKrAx90XhHklkLyoNIbIImpZc0olrguJbLsZHqZawnA3lp6YRveOKhyphenhyphennc4dqU_mI4LZ5Oog6A3MI/s200/Bigfoote.GIF&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I once heard a story about a guy, whom while on a vacation in one of those countries in Europe that has a large tower and an Arch, he and his girlfriend, decided to have sex. Now, what is funny about this, is they were in high school, well maybe just graduated, I don&#39;t remember. Anyways, I heard that he had to go talk to his mother for about 15 minutes about who knows what. The point is, I think that that was a mistake. For several reasons, mostly, you should never leave the lady after sex, that is mean or something. That same friend, let’s call him Mr. T, he likes to get right to sex in a relationship. Another friend his name is Petru Putsa, he dating a girl for about a month, then started sleeping with her, now they are broken up now.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What I don&#39;t understand is that, what is the point of going so fast. Neither of my two friends are married to the girl they slept with. To me the best wisdom is this. &quot;The less you do now, the more you get to share with your spouse.&quot; Remember that quote, it&#39;s a good one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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