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and A" /><category term="NYE" /><category term="Bookworm" /><category term="Book Club" /><category term="New Year" /><category term="Technology" /><category term="2011" /><category term="Weekend" /><category term="Favorite Things" /><category term="Jessica Harlow" /><category term="TV Show" /><category term="Backstreet Boy" /><category term="Product Reviews" /><category term="Once Upon a Time" /><category term="Attraction" /><category term="Shopping" /><category term="Food" /><category term="Audition" /><category term="New Year's Eve" /><category term="Goodreads" /><category term="Book Review" /><category term="Twihard" /><category term="Happy Thanksgiving" /><category term="Musings" /><category term="Music" /><category term="Radio" /><category term="Bellaesque" /><category term="Wordless Wednesday" /><category term="YouTube" /><category term="Casting" /><category term="Blogging" /><category term="Bridesmaids" /><category term="Humpday" /><category term="Sleep Number" /><category term="Nelly" /><category term="Valentine's Day" /><category term="Black Friday" /><category term="Colors" /><category term="Rant" /><category term="Kim Kardashian" /><category term="Fall" /><category term="Reality Show" /><category term="Texting" /><category term="Weight" /><category term="Books" /><category term="Dating Tips" /><title>Dateless in Dallas</title><subtitle type="html">In this blog I will post about my dating life, stories, tips, and other stuff along the way. The idea of making this blog came to me as I was talking to a girlfriend of mine, and she said that I should write about my dating life because I have so many funny stories. Which I bring you, my new blog, and I will gladly share with you just how crazy dating life can be in general as well as my dating life, or lack thereof ;)</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.datelessndallas.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.datelessndallas.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1888772268974388131/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17516173507285337390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-saeAdyu3w1E/Tz2FvT5azaI/AAAAAAAABoE/_3U8S2qKMCQ/s220/bellaprofile.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/datelessndallas" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="datelessndallas" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">datelessndallas</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EHRH4_eCp7ImA9WhVUGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1888772268974388131.post-2346669895701013832</id><published>2012-05-25T01:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-05-25T01:00:35.040-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-25T01:00:35.040-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="YouTube" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Latinalicious" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reality Show" /><title>When Life Gives You Lemons... 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&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm so excited to bring you guys up to speed on one of my latest projects that I'm taking on and I'm happy that I'll get to share it with you guys so that you can see me live instead of reading my words.. this will be a little more up close and personal, if you will.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I came up with the idea of just recording my own show along with my good friend Laura, and she loved the idea of us filming our lives and show you the highlights of our weeks and I thought to call it &lt;b&gt;LATINALICIOUS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Because us Latinas are irresistible in every way.. in our way of thinking, the way we carry ourselves, how we strive to be better in everything we do, and we are such confident Latinas that we feel we are just beautiful inside as well as on the outside. Flaunt what ya got right?! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;So here is my intro video and I have another one in the works, so please subscribe to our channel: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/latinalicioustv" target="_blank"&gt;LatinaliciousTV&lt;/a&gt; on YouTube and follow us on Twitter: &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/latinalicioustv" target="_blank"&gt;latinalicioustv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Enjoy! xoxo&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k6SU_20rriU" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A woman always has an intuition that can pretty much be considered x-ray vision since we can sense when things are not right, and know right away what's possibly going on, which in the end it turns out to be right 99% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;
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This intuition, or gut feeling comes very handy especially when you're dealing with a player. In my case, it's Big. He's a player, but he's so bad at it because he gets caught every time or is too stupid to realize he's busting himself when he does certain things.&lt;br /&gt;
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A few weeks ago we had a huge fight, and it was a warning to me to just leave him alone. Weeks later we still stay in touch and try to be cordial, but I know I wasn't blowing up steam for no reason. I know this because recently I found out somethings and it confirmed that I was spot on with the suspicion that I had. So at this point, I can truly say that I'm really done because I know there's gotta be a better man out there for me than this boy.. who really is not that "Big", as I made him out to be in my head.&lt;br /&gt;
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I watched The Vow last night, and I so wish that I could retract any traces of memory of him from my mind because I don't need the memories, and I wouldn't even miss them if I recalled them. If anything those memories will serve me well in recognizing the qualities of a man that I don't want and he seems to possess most of them, which outweigh the good ones. The movie really stood out to me in the end because she felt she needed to find herself, instead of going right into another relationship (since in her mind she had just broken up with her fiancee, but really that was years ago) and then stay with her husband which would be a rebound relationship. With time though, she was able to find what she sought after {her own journey}, and her husband and her were able to still be together because LOVE CONQUERS ALL.&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel like I need to take my time to just be "me", and not seek after that special someone, but in time he will come to me when I least expect it. I took off my Match membership for good, and after being on it for 3 months, I only went on one lunch date. I'm not lying either, sad but true. The rest were hits and misses of emails that had momentum for a week, but came to a halt after the following week. No harm done because I wasn't really hoping for anything, just going by the motions, and I shouldn't feel like I have to force anything with anyone. &lt;br /&gt;
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Cheers to another chapter of my dateless life! Some say I shouldn't call myself dateless because I'm jinxing myself, but the reality is, I've already been dateless for a few years so if I'm dateless for another five to ten years then bring it! &lt;b&gt;My happiness does not depend on a man&lt;/b&gt;, and if it did I would be in a looney bin or in a deep state of depression, and that's just not a good look for Miss Bella :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;"Are we still on for tomorrow?"&lt;/b&gt;, which by the way I hate to have to do this because he's the one who's supposed to be doing the planning, etc, and who asked me out in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;
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He replies, &lt;b&gt;"I'm not sure, I'm trying to get off because I am most likely scheduled to work in Houston"&lt;/b&gt;. So I asked him to let me know asap what's going on and he said he'll find out within the hour. Four hours later he texts me: &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;"They're sending me to Houston, I fly out tomorrow at 8, I'll be back on Sunday"&lt;/b&gt;. REALLY?! Not even an apology for not coming through on a first date, which is really your first impression?!??!?!?! UGHHHHH!!! What a fucking jerk!!! Why even ask me out if you're just gonna bail? I found it very awkward that he all of a sudden had to go out of town, when jobs normally tell you in advance, so I'm thinking this dude has a girl, wife or fiancee.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CQ7ZUF99Zok/T7HO851r8JI/AAAAAAAAB8k/r98MXAfFIYw/s1600/121034308705744688_csVofHuA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CQ7ZUF99Zok/T7HO851r8JI/AAAAAAAAB8k/r98MXAfFIYw/s400/121034308705744688_csVofHuA.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my girlfriends told me that I should give him the benefit of the doubt. I'm sorry but this is a first date, and so far that does not give me a good impression and leaves a really bad taste in my mouth. Not to mention, I'm totally turned off by him not sticking to his word, and lying when he knows he could've just told me the truth. Or if that's not the case, he could've said "I'm sorry I can't, but I do wanna see you, how about we meet up on Monday night when I'm settled". Give me something you know? but because he did not, and instead was a complete jerk, I'm not giving him no damn benefit of the doubt! There's no doubt in my mind that he's a jerk, who has no consideration for someone else and can't even communicate. If you can't communicate, not only are you wasting my time, but it's such a turn off!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Sigh.. &lt;/b&gt;I'm just not going to have any more expectations from guys because when things like this happen (when trying to go on a first date), which never actually happens, I get really disheartened and start to think that there's something wrong with me. I admit it, I was sad that this guy cancelled on me. I had been looking forward to our date, and from his last text he seemed so genuine, but after not hearing from him I started to get antsy. But nope, it's not me.. he's just another jerk, and I wish I could just stop being a magnet for these idiots. So no more expectations, which equal no more disappointments. I do not give a rat's ass anymore! and it feels good to stand by that.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Word to the wise:&lt;/b&gt; Do not ask me out if you are in a relationship, and later come to your senses and realize you can't go through with whatever you were thinking you were gonna do against your relationship because for a split second you thought the &lt;i&gt;grass was greener&lt;/i&gt;. It's not! and I would appreciate it if you leave me the hell alone!&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Friday everyone! It's been a hectic week but I am excited for Mother's Day and I just thought of where I wanna take my mom on Mother's Day. I think she's going to love it, and I'll be sure to take pictures. I won't divulge where I'm taking her because sometimes she reads my blog, haha. Also, I have a date with this guy I met last weekend, and I'm excited because we're going to watch the Avengers! I am a loser I know! I haven't seen it yet but I have heard it's really good. It's been awhile since I've gone on a date, I can't even remember the last time actually.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I finally found out late last week that I made it to the second round of the Latina show casting! My friend I met through Twitter told me that within a week they'll send us info about going to LA for casting week where they meet with you, and after they decide who will be casted on the show officially. Eek! I'm so pumped up to be able to meet the other girls, and especially my new friend who also made it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was invited to get an inside look at Make Up Forever's boutique they're opening up at North Park mall in Dallas. I couldn't be more elated and honored that I got this opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel like life is just getting better and I'm beyond ecstatic of all the things that are coming my way, just blessings galore! So, so, so thankful!&lt;/div&gt;
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It's been a month and a half since I last heard from the guy I met at Starbucks, and he decides to contact me, and sends me the longest text message about how he's had some recent health problems, and that's why he's been out of touch. I'm sorry, I'm glad you're better now but honestly, let's be real here. For one, although I'm not sure which health condition he is speaking of, it really raises an eyebrow that he's having health issues already. Hopefully for his sake he'll change his lifestyle to better suit his health, and this is a wake up call for him. As for me, my wake up call is that you're using excuses as to why you dropped out of the face of the earth. Now, I'm not trying to be heartless, I understand if there's health complications then that's a valid reason, but I wasn't born yesterday mijo!&lt;br /&gt;
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It's still an excuse, and for only having met him twice, it just seems to be too complicated than what it's worth. I think it would be one thing if he had been keeping in touch with me prior to his complications, but actually he would only contact me once or maybe once every other week when things were normal. Also, it's not like he would ask me out on the weekend, or contact me on the weekends, which is odd because most of the time that's when you normally hear from someone you want to potentially date.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I hope this helps you to see why I'm skeptical about his excuse, and am not willing to eat that up just like that. With experience, and life lessons I know better than to believe an excuse, and can't help but feel that if this is how it is now, I have no indication to feel that it's going to be more, or more of what I desire because of what's happened in the past.&lt;br /&gt;
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There's a ticking clock from when you first meet someone you may be interested in, and that clock expires at least by the first two, or three weeks tops. Any more time after that, and I may be scratching my head, blankly staring at my iPhone wondering who the hell is calling me cuz I most likely already deleted their number. Even if you meet after the expired time, it doesn't feel exciting anymore because you just feel like you were the last resort, or the girl he calls when he breaks up with his main girl.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, sometimes we're attracted to someone who is the opposite of us. I think that's a good sign that he's reserved, and you're not because that way if you end up dating, then you both can balance each other out. I do think it's a little strange that he hasn't asked you out and you've been friends for 3 years, but then again that could be due to the fact that he's reserved like you said, and he hasn't had the nerve to just ask you out. So I say go for it! You never know unless you just ask, and this way you'll know where things are between you.. and like you said if he doesn't like you then you're okay with it. Hope that helps! Fill me in on what happens, and tell me how your date went, I'm sure he'll say yes.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I decided I'm going to do a Jerk of the Week series every week! Whether it be a real life jerk I cross paths with, or someone out there who made the jerk news, or if you lovely readers want to message my inbox on my FB page, or email me your jerk of the week stories {at} &lt;a href="mailto:bella@datelessndallas.com" target="_blank"&gt;bella@datelessndallas.com&lt;/a&gt;. I'm looking forward to blasting some jerks who very well deserve it!&lt;/div&gt;
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This week's Jerk of the Week is none other than &lt;b&gt;Backstreet Boy&lt;/b&gt;. About two weeks ago I went by the same bar where I met him at since he works there, and I didn't even pay him any attention or make any eye contact. One of my friends who works there told my guy friend that Backstreet Boy is actually seeing someone, hence why he never called me or texted me again after that next day where he texted back to me. I even asked him the night we met if he was seeing anyone, and he straight up told me he wasn't. Why lie? and not just that, give me your number, all so you can just not ever talk to me again, and make yourself look like a total jerk! Well, that's because he IS a jerk, haha.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tell me why he dogged my guy friend who was with me as he walked by us? He has no reason to be dogging anyone, especially when he's the one who lies about who he's seeing, and he has no dibs on me! I was flattered though, and also found it quite humorous.&lt;br /&gt;
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Often times men see with their eyes and they really have to learn the trick behind looking beyond what's visible to the eye. It's inevitable that there has to be some type of attraction towards a woman, and then when getting to know her etc, and what she can bring to the relationship. I think this is key to really be able to already know on your own what you want to bring to the table when you're in a relationship. So many people just focus on the wrong thing. For example, just wanting to be with someone for the sake of not being alone, but what happens after you've taken that step to be a couple, what then? The speaker talked about how we as individuals need to work on our internal being, how we want to better ourselves so that when in the future when we have children, we can pass the wisdom onto them, so that they won't be hindered by the things that we overlooked in our own lives. A good example he used was how in the Bible, Boaz asked about Ruth, whereas in another passage David saw Bathsheba and sent his messengers to take her and bring her to him. He said that David showed disrespect towards women when he did that, and on the other hand Boaz was a wise man by asking about Ruth, wanting to know more information about her and was respectful in how he handled his attraction towards her. In David's life, he overlooked the fact that his son raped his daughter, and did not do a thing about it. Also his son Solomon ended up with a thousand women, 700 wives and 300 concubines, so the disrespect got passed on from generation to generation.&lt;br /&gt;
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To me this was a HUGE eye opener because a lot of times men are not just lazy when it comes to pursuing women, they are also very disrespectful and inconsiderate. They don't stop to think how their behavior may affect a woman, and if they don't have that self analysis then they're going to be single for a long time until the day they change that integral part of their character.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pGVWRlzUPe0/T6NGtZ93j4I/AAAAAAAAB5o/kW0JAtGCMVc/s1600/163114817723711897_tGktharQ_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pGVWRlzUPe0/T6NGtZ93j4I/AAAAAAAAB5o/kW0JAtGCMVc/s320/163114817723711897_tGktharQ_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As far as Mr. Big, he is a lost soul. I can't believe I recently put myself in a situation with him where things really could've turned out for the worse. I'm not going to bore you with details, but I will say that he is an unstable human being. He kept trying to find my hot button, and when he found it &lt;b&gt;all hell broke loose&lt;/b&gt;. I'm not saying what I did or what he did, but we were both in the wrong. In the heat of the moment where two people who are passionate and are angry, it's bound to be a bad combo. He tried to control me, like he always loves to do. Since I've grown stronger the past three months that we weren't talking, I was showing him that I don't care what he does, and I kept my guard up. When this blew up the way it did, it confirmed to me why I should've kept my guard up and why I need to walk away this time for good. I can't even cry because a similar scenario played out a year ago {some of you know what happened.. may post about it later, not sure}, and here we are a year later and things are the same, if not worse. &lt;br /&gt;
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I'm thankful to baby Jesus that I'm alive, and feel wiser after what I went through. I'm not seeking sympathy from anyone, I am a responsible woman who understands that I reaped what I sowed. So I'm handling it as best as I can from here on out.&lt;br /&gt;
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On a different note, I haven't heard back from the TV casting people, and I'm dying of anxiety! Ugh! I wish they would call me to let me know they watched my second video, and are working on it, or what the next step is. They did say last week when I spoke to them that the second video I send, they'll edit it and submit it to the network. Which network? I have no idea. Hopefully I will get a call tomorrow so that I don't have to think about it incessantly over the weekend, but either way.. if it's meant to be, it will be. Honestly though, after what I went through the other night.. I need to have cameras around because what went down with Big, should've been filmed.. just DRAMA!!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/41271712"&gt;Bella Living Latina Loca - Part II&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/bellaramos"&gt;Bella Ramos&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Thursday friends! It's so weird that I had this topic in my mind this morning, and as I'm searching online, I found out that today, April 26th it's Pay It Forward Day! Check out this YouTube video that briefly shows some cool scenes of people paying it forward. {&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0B8fjlRMYOI" target="_blank"&gt;Pay It Forward&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;
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About a week and a half ago, I paid it forward while I was at the gas station filling up. I overheard this man at the pump next to me talking on the phone to someone that he thinks he left his wallet on his desk at work, and whoever was on the other line confirmed it. He was like "&lt;b&gt;Oh man, this is not good! I have to drive out to Fort Worth, and I'm over here in Plano, and I have no way to pay for gas&lt;/b&gt;".. and for those of you who don't know Dallas area, that's about an hour drive. I couldn't just walk away and keep going about my day when I was a witness to this poor guy's situation. So I went up to him and asked him how much does he need to get back to the office. He got off the phone, and smiled and kept saying how embarrassed he is. I told him not to worry, it happens to the best of us. So I gave him $12 so he could get back on his way. It was so funny because he asked me, "&lt;b&gt;Was I that loud?&lt;/b&gt;" haha.. yeah a little.&lt;br /&gt;
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He said he was very thankful for me helping him out, and that he'll pay it forward. I mentioned to him that a few months ago, a guy in a truck in front of me paid for my dinner at the Jack in the Box drive thru, haha! So it felt good to pay it forward, especially when he was in a pickle there for a sec.&lt;br /&gt;
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So be sure to pay it forward guys! if not today, definitely do it when the opportunity presents itself. You never know how much you may have helped someone, and bring a smile to their face.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. The casting people asked me to submit another audition video! I'm glad that they are giving me another chance to showcase myself because I felt stiff in my last video, and it seems they're interested in me! yay! So stay tuned for another video, and this one is gonna be GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hey dear wonderful readers! I hope you all had a good week, and thankfully tomorrow is Friday so you can let your hair down. I've been thinking about the whole dating scene, and I have some experiences that I can share with you, and you can let me know if you've been there, or if I'm way off about keeping your options open. Few years ago I read in Stephanie Klein's memoir &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Straight-Up-Dirty-A-Memoir/dp/0060843276" target="_blank"&gt;"Straight Up and Dirty"&lt;/a&gt;, that you should always have &lt;b&gt;a pair and a spare&lt;/b&gt;. Basically, always have a minimum of three guys that you're dating. &lt;b&gt;Well, what do you do when you can't even find one?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The main idea behind having three eligible bachelors is that you will not be as available and will keep them guessing if you're going to choose them {albeit you don't let them know there are other guys, you keep that to yourself}. My experience with having just one guy has backfired, and I do blame myself in the fact that I showed him too much emotion, showed him I was too into him when really I should've just behaved like I didn't give a shit if a TV hit him on the head from a five story building. Ok, that's cruel, but you get my meaning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I also found that if you're on a date, guys swarm on you like bees, and I'm like "Oh honey no!" When they see that you're not available, visually, like on a date, they want you like white on rice. Maybe I should get a fake engagement ring, or sign up for some date escort who can accompany me to get attention. Geez! It's sad but very true. &lt;/div&gt;
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So you know what a girl like me ends up doing? Just doing me, and not worrying about that anymore. So far if no prospect has made it to the second date, &lt;i&gt;or these days&lt;/i&gt;, not even to the first date, then there's all the more reason why I need to keep them at bay. They don't know what I know, and don't need to be in my wonderful life. It kinda makes me sad because dating should be a fun experience, and be treated good by a few guys, but I have to say that nowadays, those experiences are few and far in between. Hardly any guys go the extra mile anymore.. they don't even pick up the phone to call you. They are flat out lazy, and I don't blame them entirely, society and social media has crippled them. I'm wanting a guy who will say "Screw that!.. I want you for myself". Of course they won't say it like that, but I'm just in my movie romantic comedy type of mood right now.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;What do you think about the dating scene these days? Have you, or your friends/family been through a similar situation like mine?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Guys are a joke to me these days. The things they say, and do just make me into a stronger human being, and in turn I'm snooty with them and tell them the truth like it is. I guess you can say I've now become a &lt;b&gt;bitch&lt;/b&gt;. Who cares though right? That's how they seem to like for women to be. I'm not saying I'm being downright mean for no reason, but I'm just brutally honest. For example, while I was out dancing this weekend, some guy comes up to me who had been standing by looking at me, and asks me if I can teach him to dance salsa. I flat out told him &lt;b&gt;"No"&lt;/b&gt;. Seriously though, how is that even appealing that you don't know how to dance, let alone salsa? There's instructors for that and majority of the times the classes are free. It gets even more amusing when I'm walking around the bar, and some dude starts talking to me in Spanish in his Anglo accent, and I appreciate the guy for trying but I just smiled and answered his question and kept on walking. I speak English, and just because I'm in a Latin restaurant does not mean I don't, and can possibly find it cute that you are speaking in Spanish out of the blue. Be yourself! Honestly though, I was not attracted to either one of these guys so it's not so much what they do or say, I'm just not feelin' them.&lt;br /&gt;
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As far as the guys who I'm attracted to, they act like they are God's gift to women and it's hilarious to watch the turn of events that have transpired. JR, for example, happened to be at the Latin club I was at this weekend, and if you may have read in my previous post "&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datelessndallas.com/2012/04/kissing-all-frogs.html" target="_blank"&gt;Kissing All the Frogs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;", he had contacted me two weeks ago to see what I was up to and invited himself only to later turn me down by saying he wasn't going to make it. This past weekend, as I noticed him dancing with a girl I waited until he was done, made sure he was alone and not on a date before I approached him. We started chit-chatting and he gave me a hug, complimenting me on how &lt;i&gt;sexy&lt;/i&gt; I looked, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;
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During our conversation he tells me, &lt;b&gt;"Kiss me on the cheek"&lt;/b&gt;, and I frowned and asked "&lt;b&gt;Why should I?&lt;/b&gt;", he goes "&lt;b&gt;It would make you even more awesome&lt;/b&gt;", I go, "&lt;b&gt;but why?&lt;/b&gt;", "&lt;b&gt;because it would be cool, come on&lt;/b&gt;" as he points to his cheek in anticipation. I told him "&lt;b&gt;No, I don't want to kiss you on the cheek...&lt;/b&gt;" and he immediately started laughing, wide eyed. Then I said "&lt;b&gt;.. I want to kiss you on the lips&lt;/b&gt;" and as I said this I touched my lip with my index finger. He had wide eyes again, and said "&lt;b&gt;Oh ok!&lt;/b&gt;", and I said "&lt;b&gt;But you gotta earn it&lt;/b&gt;".. to that he responds "&lt;b&gt;Of course, that's how it should be&lt;/b&gt;". Whatever dude! He introduces me to his guy friend, and then he starts dancing again with the girl I previously saw him dancing with, so I started dancing with his friend. After the song was over, he comes up to me and says him and his boy are going to walk around and that he'll be back. I just thought it was weird that he was telling me this because I don't really care, maybe he didn't want to seem rude. Well, he never came back, and I think that was rude either way. &lt;br /&gt;
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Believe me, I now have no reservations about being a bitch to a guy because this is the kind of stunts they keep pulling left and right. For one, I don't deserve him treating me the way he did.. and second, instead of him asking me out on a date he just shows up to the place he knows I'll probably be at, since he did mention during our talk that he had a feeling I was going to be there. Third, he had the audacity to ask me to give him a kiss on the cheek? what the hell for? he doesn't even deserve it by how he's been acting towards me and who knows if he was trying to make that one girl jealous. Oh and BTW, he brought up the fact that girls have been coming onto him all night, to which I responded, "&lt;b&gt;It happens&lt;/b&gt;". What do you want, a medal or something? Guys hit on me all the time, you don't see me advertising it and bringing that up like word vomit. He's just way too immature for my liking and that's the end of his chapter in my book.&lt;br /&gt;
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I still haven't heard back from Backstreet Boy {&lt;a href="http://www.datelessndallas.com/2012/04/thinking-thursday-i-fell-in-lust.html" target="_blank"&gt;I Fell in Lust&lt;/a&gt;}, and I'm not throwing my hands in the air just yet, but if a week goes by and still no word from him then he's adios amigos! The other fella I had on my radar has been incognito as well, and I'm starting to think he's already taken or married. When they don't ask you out on the weekend {especially Saturday}, and only call you during the day, it screams "He's married!". Just saying. I can never date someone who is married or in a relationship because I want their full attention, and another woman in the mix is not my cup of tea. By nature, being a Scorpio, we are very possessive of the apple of our eye. So that's a big no-no for Miss Bella. Like they say, once a cheater, always a cheater.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope y'all had a great Easter weekend! I don't have any kiddos or nephews/nieces so no egg hunting for me. I did find a $20 bill on the ground at the iHop restroom, woo-hoo! Stay fabulous my friends!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;Hello lovelies! I hope y'all are having a fabulous week. So far I am, and I couldn't be happier tomorrow is Friday {Good Friday}. For this Thinking Thursday, I want to share with you a chance encounter I had last night. It's when you least expect it, someone walks into your life and can ignite the flame from deep inside of you that you didn't think could be lit up again. I love how you recall every minute detail when you met that person who can change your world in an instant. Of course, we always hope for the better, but if it ends up for the worst, then we know from experience not to let history repeat itself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Someone lit my fire last night.. he's a fire sign {Leo} and I'm a water sign {Scorpio}. We're complete opposite signs but they say opposites attract right? When I saw him last night while I was out with friends right away I was attracted to him. He's so handsome, GQ style, boyish smile, 5 o'clock shadow but not too much, brown hair, brown eyes, tall.. he seriously could be in a Backstreet Boy video. What can I say, I'm a sucker for pretty boys haha. He looks like he could be mixed with Italian or something. When he talks he has an adorable Texan accent, I didn't know how much I loved it until I kept listening to him talk. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;So I had asked the waitress at the bar I met him at, if he's single because he was working in the front. She said he is, and I was thinking "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Game on!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;". My friends nudged me to go talk to him and I said what the hell, I ain't got nothing to lose. So I approached him and as I was making small talk with him he goes, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"So what's up? you're making me nervous"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. By this time, I was cheezin' and being giddy, I don't know what came over me. I told him, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I think you're cute"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. He smiles and says, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Really? I don't think I'm that cute?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, I go, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You're humble too, I like that in a guy"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Honestly, I was a little surprised because him being so gorgeous, yet modest? that isn't very common to find in Dallas. A lot of times guys I meet are too cocky and so full of themselves, it's sickening. To me though, this was a breath of fresh air how different he is already.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I cut to the chase and I told him &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"We should hang out sometime"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.. and he asked me &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"We should hang out sometime?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; {smiling}, and I say &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Yeah"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.. so he jots down his name and number on a piece of paper, hands it to me. I told him I would text him when I got back to my table. I went back to my friends and they were excited that I got the guy's number and worked my magic, haha. I still couldn't believe I approached him because it's been a long time since I've approached a guy. It's a hit or miss sometimes I think, but I lean more towards waiting on the guy to take the lead, but you never know like in instances like this.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;So later I go back to talk to him because he casually would look my way and smile.. how can I turn down that invitation? I started talking to him again, and he reveals that he was a Marine. Not sure why all of a sudden I'm meeting all these soldiers, but man it's quite interesting. He doesn't have any tattoos though! which I really like that fact because I'm not too much of a tattoo fan. I don't have any tattoos, and don't care for them. As we're talking, he asks me &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hey you haven't texted me"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, and I said &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Oh I know, I got distracted when I went back to my table"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Mmmm hmmm. That's what I'm talking about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;When I first went back to my table, the waitress I was previously talking to about him, told me that he went up to her in the back {since they work together} and told her &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"She's so pretty"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I asked her wide eyed, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"He said that?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and she was smiling big, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Yes!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Awesome! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Right when I was leaving, he asked me if I was going to text him that night and I told him I'll text him tomorrow.. which is today. I went home in a state of ecstacy that I came across a guy who seems genuine, smart and seems to be into me, like I am into him. Like I said in my previous post, time will tell. The way I feel about him really is not something I've felt in about two years when I first met Mr. Big. That's why I think he really ignited a spark within me because I felt something different, and when that happens, you can't help but notice it's there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I texted him today and he texted me back right away. Turns out not only does he live close to where I live, but he also works really close to where I work! That's insane. He said he was glad that we work close to each other. Who knows maybe we'll have lunch or something. I'll keep you guys posted! xoxo&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I have someone on my radar... not sure if it's going to go anywhere but time will tell.. especially if he's got something to hide I'm really good at uncovering the truth. Maybe I should've been a detective, since my Scorpio sign says that most Scorpios head in that direction among other careers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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As far as JR, he's non existant in my life since I had to put a lid on him. A week ago I was out with my girlfriend, and he calls me to see what I was up to and I told him I was out. He said he might stop by and bring his homegirl. I told him yeah to come, sounds good. His whole demeanor changed when I could hear his tone go from upbeat to down. I asked him if he was ok, and he said yeah he's not sure if he'll stop by.. he said he'll let me know. So I texted him after we hung up that it would be cool if he comes, we could use more company. He replied, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not gonna make it tonight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;". OK?! WTF. This is why I don't date younger guys like him {he's 24}. He's acting like a little baby, it's ridiculous. I am not going to baby him and he needs to grow up. I haven't seen him in two months now since our first date and I just reached my patience's expiration date. Why even bother to call me and then back out? Was he trying to make me jealous or something? So immature of him, because why would I be jealous that he's bringing a "homegirl", when he hasn't even shown me that he's interested in dating me. He has just given me the friend vibe so he's totally confused.&lt;/div&gt;
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This past weekend he texted me, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Party girl!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" but I didn't respond because that text didn't deserve a response. Plus, he knows how I feel about texting, and also I don't like how he contacts me last minute on a Friday and Saturday when he should be contacting me during the week like he did a few weeks ago. He's not being consistent, I'm not feeling that and I'm losing interest, so he's a done deal.&lt;/div&gt;
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I've reached a turning point where I am royally pissed off at guys. I'm not going to waste a minute of my day on someone, if I don't feel like I'm getting the same in return. How can they expect you to stay interested if they haven't gotten off their ass to ask you out? Two months have gone by and I have not seen you? or in another guy's case, we met online, and a whole month went by and he hadn't even asked me out, and calls me last minute. I'M NOT A LAST MINUTE GIRL! That is a big red flag waving in the air of caution to let me know that you had plan A fall through, so now I'm your plan B. No thank you! I'm number one! I deserve to be number one, your number one choice because I'm the best choice. Nothing more, nothing less. For now, I guess I'll keep kissing all the frogs until I get to my prince.&lt;br /&gt;
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I made salmon wrapped in ricotta cheese and spinach, as well as some grilled asparagus, tomatoes, and cheesy mashed potatoes. Of course, we opened a bottle of red wine, and had some girl time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's nights like these that I cherish being a single gal, and get to really appreciate my time with my friends instead of thinking of that special someone and wondering what they're up to. There's no special someone yet, but I know I'm on the right path to where he'll find me. For dessert, I'm having some yummy chocolate ice cream and watching The Walking Dead on Netflix. Life is so good!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Monday lovelies! So you know how people have said time and time again that Facebook can make or break a relationship? Well, I stand by that and from experience I can tell you that it has revealed the truth to me when dating someone, and it even raises a flag when he won't add me on Facebook. This hasn't happened to me when I've been in a relationship, but all the while it still stings you just a little.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I will say, however, that when I was in a relationship, MySpace was still popular and even though my boyfriend had me as a friend, he wouldn't have me listed as one of his top friends! It's silly now when I look back because MySpace is so extinct, but that stuff did matter back then. Not only that, I would have albums of our pictures together, and when I would go to his profile he only had ONE picture of us together. I would ask him "How come you only have one picture of us, when I have tons?" and he said something like "I don't care much for pictures". Right, you don't care for my feelings, just your own. Wake up fellas! This is not right, especially if you're in a long term relationship with your significant other, you need to look at how their feelings could be hurt because you're not acknowledging them in your "online" life.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have a few girlfriends who are in a relationship with a guy who has either blocked them from viewing their profile, or just hasn't added them back on their Facebook. I tell them that's trash, and they need to do something about it. If it were me, I would send that sucker straight to hell, hahaha. I'm serious though, that's just shady on so many levels. Like, what are you trying to hide? We're in a relationship, so you should be an open book to me, and that includes your online profile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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If a guy is not that into you, then you should be able to really tell if he hasn't added you back on Facebook. It's definitely one of the flags to look out for, and who knew that social media would become the new jerk alert? Certainly I didn't see this one coming, but alas, it's here and it's here to stay. Thank you social media, you are saving heartaches one click at a time.&lt;/div&gt;
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TGIF! I found this via Pinterest and I just had to share it because I think it's pretty funny. My thoughts exactly.. haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Anywho, in the past few weeks I've met so many new people at birthday parties, or just being out and about and it's been amazing getting to know people who I wouldn't have met otherwise. While meeting these new people, two of them have told me they have heard of my blog Dateless in Dallas. I couldn't believe it! It seems my blog has hit success, and the word is spreading out. It has been 8 months since the launch, and it has been my avenue to vent, have a sense of community with fellow bloggers and readers alike, having guest bloggers, being on a online radio show, and soon will be doing product reviews! Now it's not going to be too commercialized to where you feel you're reading an ad, I'll put my honest opinion about the product and you may or may not like it. I'm leaning more towards you liking it though, haha.&lt;/div&gt;
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In the coming weeks, I'm going to have a guest blogger who is a &lt;b&gt;guy&lt;/b&gt;, and I am eager to hear his male perspective on dating and such. My friend D'Anna is working on posting another post soon so stay tuned for that. As far as what's going on with me, you'll just have to keep coming back because not even I know what's next, my life really is like a movie. Hoping one day I can have a TV show or a movie made about me and my dateless life.. and of course my dream of writing a book one day.&lt;/div&gt;
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When you're dating someone, especially during the first two weeks or so, you shouldn't even be arguing. If you are arguing, then you should already know that it's not meant to go anywhere, and should just walk away. Sometimes however, women tend to still drag on seeing someone they know they shouldn't, because they have hope that it will get better, and nine times out of ten it never does, it only gets worse. After going through so many dating situations, I can easily spot when this occurs and I have become more of an expert to just cut the guy off once and for all.&lt;/div&gt;
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I even told a friend of mine who was in a similar situation that it shouldn't be this hard. Dating should be easy where you're getting to know each other and he constantly comes through on what he says, and keeps you smiling from ear to ear. But again, sometimes women give excuses why a guy behaved a certain way and they blame themselves for what went wrong, but the truth of the matter is, is that he's not the one! Trust me when I say that I have done this many times, especially with Mr. Big.&lt;/div&gt;
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I remember when my boyfriend and I started dating, we were friends first and it grew into more the more time we spent together. When he asked me to be his girlfriend, things were easy. I made him happy, he made me happy, we were best friends. I really miss that part of the past, but I know that when it comes easy with someone in the near future, I'll cherish it and not take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lots of times people rush the dating process by getting physical first, and they don't realize that there's more gratification when you actually know more about the person and your desire for them increases all the more. If you already slept together, you already know how they look under the sheets, so there's nothing left to the imagination. The guy will lose interest, and move on to someone who will be a challenge. Plus, I don't know about you, but if I don't have an emotional connection with that person and I'm sleeping with them, it feels unnatural, and I don't feel good emotionally afterwards, even if I got mine. We're emotional beings, and we shouldn't treat sex like we're animals trying to get off.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dating shouldn't be arguments, and drama everywhere you turn. Leave that for the birds because life is already complicated enough as it is, why make your dating life hell on earth? Honestly, I think that's why I've been single for as long as I have. I just refuse to put up with any of that, and I find myself much happier being on my own. Albeit, last night's post I was having a low moment, but it has passed and I feel much better today.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aAui2oB0vbs/T2qY_Rv60KI/AAAAAAAABzg/XVweARY3JWM/s1600/262053272037118095_u287Asda_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aAui2oB0vbs/T2qY_Rv60KI/AAAAAAAABzg/XVweARY3JWM/s320/262053272037118095_u287Asda_c.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'd like to think I'm okay, but some days it hits me like someone I despise just slapped me in the face. Crazy to think I would despise someone right? But trust me there's at least one person or two who I just can't stand so I stay away from them. This post is not about that, and I actually am not sure where I'm going with this but bear with me. I just don't get why I can't have at least one guy who would show interest in me, and take me out and want to get to know me. I was still talking with JR, who I met back in February and we only went on that one group date but I haven't seen him since then, and last week he called me twice, but that's it? I called him the other day and he hasn't even bothered to contact me back. I don't want to force things, so I'm not planning on contacting him again. If he calls me, I may or may not answer. So far he's giving me the friend vibe, and that's fine but at least I would like to get to see him in person again. I don't think that's too much to ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Forget about the Match.com deal. The other day this guy messaged me and literally wrote out his phone number, "four six nine..." Really dude? really?! Ugh. I find it amusing no doubt, but at the same time I feel like bashing my head against the wall. I guess I just want a distraction, someone who will keep me entertained and keep me busy with their company to where I enjoy their company and vice versa. It doesn't have to be anything serious, but also I'm not going to be one of those girls who will come over to your place to hang out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I begin to question whether I should just not stick to any of my rules because if it's meant to be with someone, no matter what you do, it will work out, it's fate, right? Then I get scared to not go by my rules because I get taken back to a time when I did certain things that just didn't go the way I had desired, and to avoid that mistake, I stick to my rules in dating. Then again, maybe it wasn't so much what I didn't do, or what I should've done, maybe it was just the wrong person in my life who was just that, the wrong one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--C1VpmR-DSc/T2qdzwmIlxI/AAAAAAAABzo/_eXzb8Jmk_c/s1600/208432288973733461_nW0IUJz4_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--C1VpmR-DSc/T2qdzwmIlxI/AAAAAAAABzo/_eXzb8Jmk_c/s400/208432288973733461_nW0IUJz4_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The reason why I think I feel so low right now is because I'm starting to miss him.. Mr. Big. I would love to take a love potion like the one in that show, Once Upon a Time, to help me forget about him. It just hurts a lot right now, and I know that time will take care of that, but it just sucks. I don't even have one eligible bachelor who can distract me, to pass the time, to enjoy someone else's company besides my girlfriends. NONE. Yet he has girls left and right, keeping him distracted so if and when he thinks about me, it's only for a split second and he contacts me. Last I heard from him was exactly a month ago. I think it's easier for guys to be indifferent, while us girls are more vulnerable and emotional so it's harder for us to cope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well my wine and chocolates are waiting to be devoured by yours truly so I will not keep them waiting! and don't fret, I won't do any drunk texting/dialing tonight! Been there, done that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was the girl who always waited to see what my boyfriend was going to do, before I would make plans of my own. If he would make his own plans to do his own thing, I would get mad because I wanted him all the time, and was glued to him for the sake of not wanting to be by myself. Right now I look at how I was then, and I can't believe that I was once like that because I hate that girl. When I see a friend who does what I used to do, I take pity on them because they have no idea how it looks from the outside looking in. It looks bad, because what is your life going to look like if he's not there? or if he goes out of town for a month? or if he moves away for whatever reason? You'll not only be alone, you'll have no friends, and no life to get back to because you made him your life.&lt;/div&gt;
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Not only is this unhealthy, it puts a lot of pressure on him to keep you entertained and he won't be able to breathe because you're always there, always available. If you're always available, not only will he lose all respect for you, he will start losing interest in you as well. This is what happened to me in my relationship. He ended up drifting further away from me by a few factors, one of them being not putting as much effort in our relationship and in turn I was the one trying to fix it. It was one sided, and we all know that never works. It got so bad that one time he went to a wedding in Austin, and didn't think to let me know ahead of time so that I could accompany him. Our friends would ask him where I was, and he would tell them I couldn't make it. I was so furious and hurt that he did this, but honestly I was part of the equation too by being too dependent on him for my happiness.&lt;/div&gt;
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Being single has definitely taught me that it's crucial to have my own plans, my own time, and my own life to live. If someone stands me up, I already have plan B to do something else, and I brush the chip off my shoulder. If he hasn't gotten off his ass to ask me out by Wednesday, I already have made plans to hang out with my girls that Friday or Saturday night. You see, I wait on no one and it's such an invigorating feeling as well as powerful. I no longer need someone there to keep me company, or be my crutch so that I won't be alone.. I'm okay with being alone.&lt;/div&gt;
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I go to the movies by myself, I go out to the club to dance by myself, hell, I even&lt;b&gt; flew to Vegas&lt;/b&gt; last year by myself! Now, I won't do that again because Vegas is more for like a party town and company is always your best accessory.. but I was there for my singing audition. But you get my point.. I don't wait around for someone I'm dating, I just get up and &lt;i&gt;go&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;
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Don't make someone your whole entire planet, to where you lose sight of who you are as an individual, of what you want out of life, and the circle of friends you should always have around whether or not you're taken or single. We're all in charge of our lives, it's time we take control and take steps towards the direction we need to be headed, don't be codependent.. &lt;b&gt;be independent&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had a wonderful girls' night out Saturday night, we started off having dinner at Mi Cocina then headed over to the block party they host at Ringo's Pub, one of my main hang out places. They had a live band playing, and when we got there they were pretty much done performing so we only listened to two songs that they played.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went inside the bar, and this Miller Lite girl was passing out ribbon headbands so me and my friend participated and took the picture you see above. It was getting too crowded indoors so we went outside to the patio to get some fresh air. We sit down and as we're talking to the people around us, I glance across the patio and low and behold I see him.. &lt;b&gt;Big&lt;/b&gt;. First of all, he knows that's usually the place I hang out at, so why is he there in the first place? Seems like even when I avoid the places I know he'll be at, he finds a way to show up in mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He was with a guy friend and both were looking straight in my direction. I told my girlfriend and she said she noticed them as soon as we walked out there and they were both looking at us. Oh gosh.. whatever. I just kept on about my business and he left after awhile, and there wasn't much to do there so me and my friend called it a night as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I told my mom everything the next day, and she said for me to just stop going to the bar scene. She said that I know damn well that he's always in that scene and he'll be there no matter what, so now I need to be the one to make the change and not go to those places. Part of me gets what she's saying, but then another part of me is like, no I'm not gonna stop doing what I do for his sake, it would be as if he won.. again! Not sure what I'll do about that but I admit she's right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just know that whenever he feels shut down and ignored by whoever he's seeing now, he'll come looking for me to boost his ego. Boy is he going to be surprised because I'm not going along with it like I have in the past. I'm glad that I've had this time away from him to finally see the bigger picture and come to terms that he was really using me. He never showed that he cared for me, he only would say it to make me think he did, but deep down he doesn't care. So now, I'm the one that could give a rat's ass, and I'm so thankful I'm not in that messy situation anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the past, I went on trips with my boyfriend, we would go to El Paso, San Antonio, South Padre Island, Austin, Amarillo, Okhaloma City, Houston and the furthest we traveled was to South Beach Miami, and Orlando. He would pay for us, and for the hotel, and it was great! At the time, my oldest brother worked at Disney World so he got us free tickets to go to the theme parks, amazing experience for being our first time at Disney World. I had been to Disneyland, but Disney World is a whole 'nother ball game. I was a college student back then so there's no way I could afford to pay my half if he ever asked me to, so he would pay for both of us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later as the years went on, we stopped going on trips together because his excuse was that I need to come up with my own money so that we could go. I didn't understand why he was being that way when he never brought that up before. Now that I'm single, I think that maybe I should've pitched in in some ways, but at the same time I'm very traditional and can't help but think that the guy should be the one to pay for it all. Especially if he invites you! Mr. Big invited me one time to travel with him somewhere, and he expected me to pay my half. Also, it depends if you're a couple or not, when you're not a couple I could see how you can go dutch, but if you are a couple, he should pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had a girlfriend of mine once tell me that she was going to take a trip for her birthday, and her boyfriend was going with her, but she still had to pay her way. That absolutely boggled my mind because they're a couple, and it's her birthday! If the guy wants to lead the relationship, and wear the pants, he needs to also put that wallet to use.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you guys think? Help me out here because I'm dying to know your thoughts. Should the guy pay? or should it be a go dutch thing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i818.photobucket.com/albums/zz107/i-mami/sigbellaesque.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1888772268974388131-6569043733070847928?l=www.datelessndallas.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's unfortunate when someone you like and have made plans to go on a date with just dismisses you and doesn't even have the courtesy to contact you to fill you in on what's going on, yet days later they come to you seeking if you'll be a fool again to give them another chance. Just who do you think you are? You think that all girls should and will take that type of behavior, especially on a first date? Blaming the weather and the time change is just an absolute bullshit excuse of why you can't keep your word, and I'll tell you that it's a major turn off. Not only that, if I give you another chance, who's to say you're not laughing at me for going along with your game, and now you feel like the man because you have the upper hand. You are nothing but a boy, and definitely not a man.&lt;br /&gt;
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You see my dear readers, if guys pull a stunt like this, they are automatically written off and should not be given a second chance. On Saturday, when I didn't hear from him until about 4 o'clock, I was already ticked, but I wasn't going to let him know that I was. Instead I hesitantly gave him a second chance to reschedule our date for the next day, and because I gave him that second chance, he completely blew me off on Sunday. No word from him at all, no text, nothing. He contacts me yesterday, and texts me some lame ass stuff that I don't even care to hear, but for entertainment blogging purposes I shall post what he said:&lt;br /&gt;
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By now, his word means shit, it means nothing, it is worthless. I can assure him it's not going to be a recurring thing because I'm not going to be the fool again to give him another chance to possibly do this again. There has to be consequences, and this is one of them. He may be used to pulling this on a lot of girls, but I may be the first one to tell him no, that he can't do that and think it's okay. He's not only not making a good first impression, he is being inconsiderate of my time because I had other things I needed to do, but I set time aside for him. Just because he's a good looking guy, does not give him a free pass to just act as he pleases without having regard for the other person. &lt;br /&gt;
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When a guy stands us up on a date, according to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ultimate-Relationship-Texting-Millennium-ebook/dp/B004VB8RW2" target="_blank"&gt;Text. Love. Power. by Vanessa Taylor&lt;/a&gt;, it means that he does not view us as a potential future girlfriend or wife. Honestly, I'm not looking to be either one of those at this point in my life, but I'm certainly not keen on being looked at as if I'm a joke, and someone that shouldn't be taken seriously.&lt;br /&gt;
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Marilyn Monroe couldn't have said it any better. All we really want is for a guy to show us that they are not all the same, because most of them do things like what this guy did to me. The silver lining is that now I know how strong I've grown because two months ago, I would've given this guy a third chance, and he would've taken advantage of that and kept on playing games with me. Now I'm proud of myself that I'm standing my ground and I'm not taking their excuses, and I know something better is coming my way.&lt;br /&gt;
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