tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6323036763025774562026-08-02T06:58:02.245-04:00One girl's quest to find the road map!Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12126555286862036114noreply@blogger.comBlogger145125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-632303676302577456.post-1240665943494852682026-07-22T22:54:01.771-04:002026-07-22T22:54:01.771-04:00

Growing up as the oldest of three girls, I didn't really have a lot of contact with boys my age until about high school.  By that time, I was mostly awkward around them.  Don't get me wrong, I had a few guy friends, but most of them were guys I had crushes on but wasn't really sure how to handle it.  I'd send them a note or have some mutual friend mention it to them and the

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Author's Note:  Consciously straying from my usual ranting and raving about all things dating, I felt compelled to draft something retrospective during this time of reflection upon the tenth anniversary (we need to come up with a more sorrowful word than "anniversary," it has such a celebratory tone) of September 11, 2001.  Fear not, I'll be back to social shenanigans in no time. I

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So, after some rather lengthy chat messages overflowing with wedding planning commentary and a look of sheer delight from my fiance upon mention of the possibility of relieving some of the endless stream of wedding details I share on a constant basis, I have decided that the best use of my blog right now is to allow you some insights as I navigate my way through planning our nuptials.  I

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With the New Year firmly behind us (how did that happen so fast?), I've spent a lot of time reflecting during the last few months on what an awesome year I had in 2012.  I can't even really describe to you how different my life is sitting here today typing this from my life one year ago.  Don't get me wrong, I was happy a year ago.  I was in a good job, I'd come to some

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So, my Gmail account is a beast.  I've been using it since time began and have peppered the landscape with my email address.  From coupons to e-newsletters to fantasy football updates, I get barraged, like the rest of world, with messages that I will probably never read and will sit in my inbox taking up space until I delete them months from now.  A few years ago, I decided

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So, in my millenia, decades, years of being a Singleton, I learned the fine art of not being "that couple."  You know who I'm talking about... the ones that do those ever-so annoying little things in public that make you cringe from your head to your toes.  I spent my countless years alone watching other people and making a rather lengthy mental list of things I would never,

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Guess what, Singletons and Marrieds?!? I received an award!  Well, actually, the blog received an award... but, still!  So excited to accept a "Versatile Blogger" award from Jenny, Exiled, my fellow bloggerista who share stories of media, motherhood and misadventures.  Click on her link, you'll love it. There are some rules (as with life) in accepting such an honor in the blog

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All right, Singletons and Marrieds.  I know a few weeks ago I teased you with references to some scandalous encounters with serial texters, and I have yet to make good on that promise.  It's coming, friends.  Pinky swear.  I might even get inspired and go on a blogging tyraid!  But, tonight let's talk online dating profiles. Now, we've had this conversation countless

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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.

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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