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So, since I last updated you, there has been no shortage of men in my life.  And by "in my life," I mean in middle earth.  I've somehow managed to paint myself into the increasingly smaller corner of Text Land with at least six different men in the last month.  My hands are tired.  My poor phone is filthy, and I'm pretty sure the battery is going to just stop recharging out of spite. 


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Editor's Note:  While struggling to find new material in my ho-hum life lately, I've been fortunate enough to receive real requests from real writers who want to guest post on this electronic diary of mine!

Below is a contribution from Eric Leech, a regular contributor to DatingWebsites.org.  We've talked about this issue before, you know, the one where women feel like the dating tables have 
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So, hot off the rejection rollercoaster, I'm totally into being single and living it up, relationship-less-style. 

That's lie.  But, I am freshly bitter with the wind knocked out of my sails and feeling very 'blah' when it comes to men, in general (which might stink for the PlentyofFish.com guy who wants to meet me next week).  I think I'm owed that, though, for at least a month or two.  And 
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So, I did it again, Singletons and Marrieds.  I chased my heart and got burned.  And now I need your help.

I owe you an explanation.  My lack of quality posts (or even crappy posts for that matter), especially over the last six months, is due completely to the fact that I thought I was finally doing things right in the real world.  I've now spent most of my thirtieth year on this planet doing 
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One thing I've come to realize that happens as a result of a self-imposed, almost year-long online dating (again, who am I kidding? Dating, in general, is a better way of phrasing that, but I'd like to keep at least a semblance of dignity.) hiatus is a lot of free time for reflection.  Not having to juggle jokers with bad screennames and worse profiles who desire nothing more than to take up 
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Whole-heartedly admitting that I have been anything but prolific with new and original material lately, I tried to draw inspiration from music tonight and stumbled across one of my most favorite songs of all time.  Surprisingly, it's completely appropriate!  Enjoy the classic sounds of Freddie Mercury and "Queen" as I muster up some creativity.









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As the guest posts roll on this week, enjoy another installment from guest blogger, Alouette.  She shares a glimpse into the darker side of relationships and proves that bad things can happen to good people.  Any of us who have dipped our toes into the swamp of online dating can testify that there is a breed of people out there that you want to steer clear of.  Recognizing them and staying 
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Guest-Post-A-Rama rolls on!  Today, enjoy this snippet out of the shenanigan-filled life of my longtime friend, Marie, who quite frankly, has enough personal material to give me a run for my blogging money (hint hint).  



If my previous blogs haven’t made it obvious by my outspokenness or my colorful entertainment I seem to experience on a daily basis, I am without a doubt Irish and German. 
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The Week o' Guest Posts continues, Singletons and Marrieds!  Enjoy this guest post from fellow blogger, Tazia, who has had her fair share of online dating shenanigans.  

Let's face it! Everybody you meet knows somebody you know or knows somebody's friend/brother/cousin/etc. So I have only dated co workers, friends' brothers and friends' friends until I started this online dating thing. STILL I
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Today, Singletons and Marrieds, enjoy a guest post from a friend of mine who is dealing with some pretty difficult relationship issues.  At some point, we all sit back and evaluate where we are, where we have been and where we want to go from here.  Guest poster, Alouette is at that point.  Any advice or wisdom?  


(I had such a great response to my request for guest posts...  keep them coming
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So, after some careful thought and review, I feel as though I need to apologize to you.  Yesterday's post was ridiculously bitter and bordered on downright negative.  (Me?! Negative?? Never...) Mentally, I wasn't in a good place to really assess anything and after more than a year of this silly blogging thing, I should have known better than to try to force a post. 

This eye-opening moment 
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Riddle me this... what is the memory span of an online dater?  Apparently, it's rather short.  

Okay, at this point, you could probably call me a seasoned online dater.  "Old, bitter and crotchety" might also come to mind, but I'm trying desperately to remain positive and for some reason, those words carried a negative connotation.  I've been online dating for the last (dear God) six years, 
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So, a few months ago, two friends of mine came to visit me from out of town to attend a local baseball game with me.  We'd been planning it for months (and leave it to me to wait until the absolute last second to purchase my ticket, so late in fact that they'd technically sold out and I had to call in a favor, but that's another story of my procrastination) and were very excited about the fact 
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So, although I don't really have any scandalous updates for you pertaining to my social life or other elements that might contribute to the changing of my Facebook relationship status, I do have something I'd like to discuss with you.  I know it's been a long time, and I've been a terrible blogger over the last few months.  But, quite honestly, you haven't missed much.  I've been out, yes... 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bx3masNBoJQ0OywJxuWqyvhk7ng/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bx3masNBoJQ0OywJxuWqyvhk7ng/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zuRf/~4/VtLCBCVgg1k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lostinsingledom.blogspot.com/2011/07/decisions-decisions-decisions.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYCSXg8eSp7ImA9WhZUFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-632303676302577456.post-3842688236047563411</id><published>2011-06-09T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T18:56:08.671-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-09T18:56:08.671-04:00</app:edited><title>"I Promised Myself I Wouldn't Cry"</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lostinsingledom.blogspot.com/feeds/3842688236047563411/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lostinsingledom.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-promised-myself-i-wouldnt-cry.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/632303676302577456/posts/default/3842688236047563411?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/632303676302577456/posts/default/3842688236047563411?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zuRf/~3/HluAaFHMv_M/i-promised-myself-i-wouldnt-cry.html" title="&quot;I Promised Myself I Wouldn't Cry&quot;" /><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126555286862036114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XteGZYgeMD4/TX-886uMbkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/5Ffpy6xDv1g/s220/profile.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">For so long, I've lamented the woes of online dating purely from a female perspective.  Well, to be honest, the woes of dating in general.  Don't get me wrong, I've been completely open to hearing the male perspective, even inviting some testosterone to dabble in guest blogging with great success.  Some of the greatest conversations ever on this silly social commentary have included or been 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DmC3TeD8TYyENvOUyO1uUG5yvgU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DmC3TeD8TYyENvOUyO1uUG5yvgU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zuRf/~4/HluAaFHMv_M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lostinsingledom.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-promised-myself-i-wouldnt-cry.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ACSXoycCp7ImA9WhZVEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-632303676302577456.post-3673252497707478551</id><published>2011-05-21T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T14:16:08.498-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-21T14:16:08.498-04:00</app:edited><title>Online Dating Junk Mail</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lostinsingledom.blogspot.com/feeds/3673252497707478551/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lostinsingledom.blogspot.com/2011/05/online-dating-junk-mail.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/632303676302577456/posts/default/3673252497707478551?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/632303676302577456/posts/default/3673252497707478551?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zuRf/~3/sejGQQ87jSQ/online-dating-junk-mail.html" title="Online Dating Junk Mail" /><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126555286862036114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XteGZYgeMD4/TX-886uMbkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/5Ffpy6xDv1g/s220/profile.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KNkxC4Myzuo/TdgAqko85bI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/paAl7Nmo_g0/s72-c/fake+online+dating.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">So, I'm not usually a fan of posting actual online dater information or messages on here.  I just kind of feel like that's a bit, I don't know, creepy...?  Sort of like I'm invading their world.  They candidly post things about themselves in pursuit of a potential mate, so who I am to share that with the whole non-online-dating world?  
After reading the message I received this morning, I threw 
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﻿I couldn't resist sharing this gem!  So, if I'm picking up what they're throwing down, a girl who eats cotton candy at an alarming speed is obviously one who "knows how to have a good time."  Hmm... now to find the perfect, non-awkward situation to eat pink spun sugar in a target-rich environment...  Or maybe the underlying message is that blondes are superior and the ultimate goal, brunettes 
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So, this afternoon  I got off work early.  Having not stared at a computer screen for the seven and a half hours a day it usually takes to recharge my internet battery, I sat down to an "X-Files" rerun and my laptop.  I'd gotten a Facebook friend 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ghyyHGQ6d1NDDKgX_Uukpu9MHjo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ghyyHGQ6d1NDDKgX_Uukpu9MHjo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zuRf/~4/K6-94PLdJq4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lostinsingledom.blogspot.com/2011/05/ill-have-one-extramarital-affair-to-go.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUACQnk_fip7ImA9WhZRGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-632303676302577456.post-3722416253109615732</id><published>2011-04-14T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T22:16:03.746-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-14T22:16:03.746-04:00</app:edited><title>The Nothing</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lostinsingledom.blogspot.com/feeds/3722416253109615732/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lostinsingledom.blogspot.com/2011/04/nothing.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/632303676302577456/posts/default/3722416253109615732?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/632303676302577456/posts/default/3722416253109615732?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zuRf/~3/86qeggtPdh4/nothing.html" title="The Nothing" /><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126555286862036114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XteGZYgeMD4/TX-886uMbkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/5Ffpy6xDv1g/s220/profile.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">As a Singleton who often comments on the differences between men and women, this is beyond fascinating to me (and very entertaining!), so I had to share.  I've even done a little bit of research myself, mostly with married women who have experienced these differences firsthand (mostly that I work with, all of whom are probably going to put the future Mr. Melanie through a gauntlet of American 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QogZk6yPyHzrfuCpq_-oNn4To7o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QogZk6yPyHzrfuCpq_-oNn4To7o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zuRf/~4/86qeggtPdh4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lostinsingledom.blogspot.com/2011/04/nothing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQGRXsyfCp7ImA9WhZRFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-632303676302577456.post-4837358383269862690</id><published>2011-04-11T12:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T12:12:04.594-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-11T12:12:04.594-04:00</app:edited><title>Guest Post - Just Believe</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lostinsingledom.blogspot.com/feeds/4837358383269862690/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lostinsingledom.blogspot.com/2011/04/guest-post-just-believe.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/632303676302577456/posts/default/4837358383269862690?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/632303676302577456/posts/default/4837358383269862690?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zuRf/~3/xk02PWNflGk/guest-post-just-believe.html" title="Guest Post - Just Believe" /><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126555286862036114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XteGZYgeMD4/TX-886uMbkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/5Ffpy6xDv1g/s220/profile.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pYMWtAnjPsQ/TaMQ09nzxgI/AAAAAAAAAYs/2WVP7Vpg0Is/s72-c/sarah_candle.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Editor's Note:  Singletons and Marrieds, I hope you enjoy this guest post from Sarah, one of my long-time friends who has recently joined the blogosphere herself.  She also recently found her way out of Singledom!  Sarah and I had often commiserated together over the plight (and perks) of being late-twenties/early thirties Singletons until she found her "Mr. Darcy" about two years ago.  Read more
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7715VP9m3tDJvgE7pkVOIZJZADM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7715VP9m3tDJvgE7pkVOIZJZADM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zuRf/~4/xk02PWNflGk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lostinsingledom.blogspot.com/2011/04/guest-post-just-believe.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYGSH04cCp7ImA9WhZREkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-632303676302577456.post-4208432785260368665</id><published>2011-04-08T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T12:28:49.338-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-08T12:28:49.338-04:00</app:edited><title>A Brief History of Texting and Dating</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lostinsingledom.blogspot.com/feeds/4208432785260368665/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lostinsingledom.blogspot.com/2011/04/brief-history-of-texting-and-dating.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/632303676302577456/posts/default/4208432785260368665?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/632303676302577456/posts/default/4208432785260368665?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zuRf/~3/J88JY707yqo/brief-history-of-texting-and-dating.html" title="A Brief History of Texting and Dating" /><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126555286862036114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XteGZYgeMD4/TX-886uMbkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/5Ffpy6xDv1g/s220/profile.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vrIyYFlqrBU/TZ8aIDVTqQI/AAAAAAAAAYo/vnnm8F7Qd8I/s72-c/text.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Sometimes the gods of sarcasm have such perfect timing that even I can't deny them the publicity they deserve.  This arrived in my inbox this morning from HistoricalLOLs.com:


Granted, I've been known to venture into The Land of Unacceptable Texts (one such example for your reading and historical pleasure, one of many both shared and not shared), but I'm starting to see that there really is no 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3DMzZVq07Oe7kTaUgDDsGbjjnbY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3DMzZVq07Oe7kTaUgDDsGbjjnbY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zuRf/~4/J88JY707yqo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lostinsingledom.blogspot.com/2011/04/brief-history-of-texting-and-dating.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8ERXgyfip7ImA9WhZREk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-632303676302577456.post-810865150441434561</id><published>2011-04-07T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T21:06:44.696-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-07T21:06:44.696-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mr. Baggage" /><title>Baggage:  Lost and Found</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lostinsingledom.blogspot.com/feeds/810865150441434561/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lostinsingledom.blogspot.com/2011/04/baggage-lost-and-found.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/632303676302577456/posts/default/810865150441434561?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/632303676302577456/posts/default/810865150441434561?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zuRf/~3/bY9yEHy7UJQ/baggage-lost-and-found.html" title="Baggage:  Lost and Found" /><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126555286862036114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XteGZYgeMD4/TX-886uMbkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/5Ffpy6xDv1g/s220/profile.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Yfb-dx4enU/TZ5a8s1GD5I/AAAAAAAAAYg/k63ZbZ2OBWc/s72-c/Baggage-Shipping.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">Oh, Singletons, Singletons, Singletons... remember when I said that my blog had taken a hit because I had successfully eliminated most of the avenues previously providing material opportunities?  Remember when I was contemplating jumping back into online dating just to have things to write about? Oh, my friends, have no fear.  I have no need to get back into online dating at all, nor do I have 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Re7CBDZJJAqTNzGO46ov-uJciq0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Re7CBDZJJAqTNzGO46ov-uJciq0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zuRf/~4/bY9yEHy7UJQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lostinsingledom.blogspot.com/2011/04/baggage-lost-and-found.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYFRn0zcSp7ImA9WhZREUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-632303676302577456.post-622234747217263346</id><published>2011-04-06T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:35:17.389-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-06T21:35:17.389-04:00</app:edited><title>Fate or Random Vanity Plate?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lostinsingledom.blogspot.com/feeds/622234747217263346/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lostinsingledom.blogspot.com/2011/04/fate-or-random-vanity-plate.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/632303676302577456/posts/default/622234747217263346?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/632303676302577456/posts/default/622234747217263346?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zuRf/~3/dJfZWQtU1Xg/fate-or-random-vanity-plate.html" title="Fate or Random Vanity Plate?" /><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126555286862036114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XteGZYgeMD4/TX-886uMbkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/5Ffpy6xDv1g/s220/profile.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o5t7Ol1JGEs/TZ0PYRetKjI/AAAAAAAAAYc/99mJJHOoW98/s72-c/car.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">On my ridiculous commute drive home tonight, I spotted something...odd.  Considering that I hate to exclude you from any of my life's oddities, I had to share.

While sitting at the light between  a local pizza joint and The Varsity (Atlanta reference...if you don't know, Google it and then add it to your itinerary on your next adventure in Georgia.  I suggest a slaw dog and a frosted orange... 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/V-57JuWegQADXRnzTEztIORUnfI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/V-57JuWegQADXRnzTEztIORUnfI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zuRf/~4/dJfZWQtU1Xg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lostinsingledom.blogspot.com/2011/04/fate-or-random-vanity-plate.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIMQX0yeyp7ImA9WhZSGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-632303676302577456.post-6860145314479377581</id><published>2011-04-04T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T18:53:00.393-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-04T18:53:00.393-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mr. Monthly Visitor" /><title>You've Got WAY Too Much Mail</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lostinsingledom.blogspot.com/feeds/6860145314479377581/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lostinsingledom.blogspot.com/2011/04/youve-got-way-too-much-mail.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/632303676302577456/posts/default/6860145314479377581?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/632303676302577456/posts/default/6860145314479377581?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zuRf/~3/FZxdAj-eSks/youve-got-way-too-much-mail.html" title="You've Got WAY Too Much Mail" /><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126555286862036114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XteGZYgeMD4/TX-886uMbkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/5Ffpy6xDv1g/s220/profile.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MVq4tIn81mA/TZpH9J39g3I/AAAAAAAAAYU/4-wMD4SEp5Q/s72-c/email-keys.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">So, as the self-imposed online dating hiatus continues long beyond its original intended cut-off (who am I kidding? Said "hiatus" also applies to real-world dating, but this, my friends, is not by choice.  I digress early this time.), I periodically receive emails from PlentyofFish.com entitled things like "Strange-Screen-Name wants to meet you!"  Sometimes I open them, other times I just delete 
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