NPSC...those who know me should know that i'd be there and to be there free was amazing.... Tonight, two men.
And I remain unavailably available. best reading tonight: "...and I don't even speak spanish but thats what you do to me,"
Followed by, "blow me a kiss...throw me a glance...just wave at someone and let me think it's me."
This is me waving. :)...i just miss you...this is me kissing you. xoxo's.

quotes

"Do not go where the path may lead,
go instead where there is no path and leave a trail."<o:p></o:p>

-- Ralph Waldo Emerson
(1803-1882)

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."

-- Robert Frost
(1874-1963)
 

AN EMAIL I HAVEN'T EVEN READ...BUT WANT TO...TELL ME IF IT'S GOOD...

This story was sent to you by: blanca torres
>
> --------------------
> In search for Mr. Right, she found herself
> --------------------
>
> By Dan Thanh Dang
> Sun Staff
>
> August 11, 2005
> Looking for love online? Or, like us, simply hooked
> on Hooking Up, ABC's documentary series about online
> dating that, alas, ends tonight? This is the last in
> a series of tales, as told to us by a reader, about
> the good, the bad and the ugly of online dating.
>
> Pamela Silberman considers herself a child of the
> Disney generation.
>
> In other words, the 33-year-old Abingdon counselor
> was raised on stories that someday her prince would
> sweep her off her feet and they would ride off
> together to live Happily Ever After.
>
> Everyone, she was told, would discover The One. Once
> found, it would be Love At First Sight. A Big
> Wedding would follow, then Babies and after that,
> Marital Bliss.
>
> "I fed right into that story," Silberman says. "I
> never believed a guy was supposed to fulfill my
> dreams or complete me, but I took it for granted
> that one day, I'd have a good relationship with a
> guy."
>
> In her quest for True Love in her teens, she kissed
> many frogs, but no Prince Charming. In her early
> 20s, she tried happy hours, blind dates and dating
> services to no avail. Was Prince Charming stuck in
> some speed dating purgatory, forcing that glass
> slipper on some other girl's foot in six minutes
> flat before a ringing bell pushed him on to somebody
> else?
>
> Five years ago, Silberman moved her quest online.
> Surely, Prince Charming had Internet access by now,
> right? Which online service would he use? Match.com,
> eHarmony.com, lavalife.com "where singles click" or
> datemypet.com for animal lovers (he's supposed to
> gallop into her life on that lovely white steed,
> isn't he?).
>
> Silberman chose Jdate.com, a service for Jewish
> singles. Is Charming Jewish?
>
> But perusing photo after photo of eligible bachelors
> proved difficult. What does Prince Charming look
> like? Silberman believes strongly that he's funny,
> educated and a professional, but if she was lucky,
> he would also be a tall, blue-eyed redhead. Would
> Prince Charming e-mail her and say, "Your picture is
> really hot?" Would he ask for an "emotionally free"
> or "open" relationship?
>
> "Can real relationships be formed from pigeon-holed
> responses?" Silberman says. "I wonder how people in
> the cyberworld would judge me based on the limited
> information I could post in this tiny little box.
> Are successful relationships built from menu-style
> descriptions? Can a true understanding be relayed in
> an eye-catching title, 1,000 words or less of text
> and a 1-inch photograph?
>
> "I think online dating sets you up to be
> judgmental," Silberman says. "You try not to be, but
> it's a slippery slope."
>
> What if she ruled out her intended Prince Charming
> because he was shorter than 5-foot-7? What if she
> nixed him because his name was Sven, B.J., Yogi,
> Chip, Skip or Moe? What if she vetoed a meeting with
> him simply because he misspelled words and wrote
> grammatically incorrect sentences?
>
> "People are seeking a lot more perfection now,"
> Silberman says. "It's so easy to cross someone off
> because they're missing something from your list."
>
> Alas, there is no Fairy Tale Ending. Prince Charming
> has not been found.
>
> But in an ending that's more true to the real world
> and represents a new attitude of dating in the 21st
> century, Silberman says that, "In searching for Mr.
> Right, I found myself."
>
> What does that mean? Silberman has discovered that
> the woman who was searching, searching, searching is
> smart, successful, witty and realistic. She knows
> happiness comes from within. She knows that unlike
> that Jerry Maguire movie trifle, "No man can
> complete me." She knows there is no Perfect Love.
> She knows fulfilling your own life dreams is more
> important than waiting for someone else to do it for
> you.
>
> With that said, Silberman is still out there
> exploring online. Still hopeful. But she's got a
> whole new attitude these days. She no longer
> believes that someday her prince will come, but that
> someday her prince might come - and if he does,
> he'll find a really wonderful person to share his
> life with.
>
> In other words, unlike Cinderella, Silberman needs
> no rescuing.
>
>
>
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>
> Link to the article:
>
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>
> Visit http://www.baltimoresun.com

no make up, no effort, 4 guys, not bad
quote of the night: "You really are fabulous"
Thank god for the housemate who forces me to have a life.
rule of the night: "No talking about boys if they are not here"
Good rule...good night universe... wait.

Never let a girl meet a boy who's headed to war, then have her watch black hawk down, listen to country music, or watch the news.
On a complete aside, the Ex wrote me. Has jewelery of mine. It's funny, me and C were just talking about being over him, and low and behold he sends an email. good thing i'm over him right. lol
Wow. i'm exhausted. maybe sometime this week mr.boots will tell me to stop worrying. Perhaps them i may visit with someone
who enjoys my company ;-)
Until then, some rest.

It's 5:05 am. and after dinner and two movies, I'm good, I'm Home. or as close to home as it gets.
Pleasant convo with T via IM, reveals he is still my favorite ex fiance. :)
C finds new ways to impresses me, revealing he is still my favorite friend, and away messages from Mr. Someone, reveal that
he is still my favorite mystery. :)
Lastly, and most surprisingly an online sighting of Mr. Boots reveals he is my favorite ...well something. lol

Whiskey tango foxtrot, over?
why hello little universe.
Well. i've enjoyed a pseudo vacation
I'm on my way back to enjoy the drudgery that is work. but alas, such is life.
Lol. actually. It's perfect timing. just enough face time to see family, not enough to go nuts.
In synopsis, here's my vacation. saturday arrive. catch a movie. find a coffee shop that has internet work. work on sorority
Business. sunday. baby sisters birthday. wake up give her 10 bucks. proceed to coffee shop. work on sorority business.
Have a great convo via IM with Someone. in actuality, It's the best conversation i've had with any one for three weeks.
Continue to work on sorority business. til 3am. wake up 3 hours later. go to computer pod. work on sorority business. It's
Monday. i've missed my baby sisters 15Th birthday. and i go back to the coffee shop. the owner knows me now. he buys me
my last round of coffee, and keeps the shop open for an hour part closing. He rubs my shoulders and ask that I stay and relax.
It's 11:32 when I send my last piece of business out. I smile at the owner, and leave a five dollar tip, and tell him i'll be
around. i get to my car and after crying just a little in relief, i promise myself not to go back for the rest of the week.
Tuesday. I sleep till 1pm and almost cuss out a soror for waking me. I begin post op procedures and begin the routine of eye
drops. no one is home. i check my email.113 messages. i get through 80 when my baby sister calls saying she wants to shop.
Sister doesn't get home till 8pm. i guess It's bitter sweet payback. we shop. i buy her a gift. markers and a purse. sure
Why not. j calls. he got the night off. ofcourse i want ice cream with him.
We go to grab a scoop. mr. boots calls. he says he'll call back. he doesn't. great catching up with j.
Good ice cream. he takes me to dad's. wednesday. i wake up at 7. we cross the border. i'm tired. i'm nervous. the nurse takes
My clothes. gives me scrubs, cleans my eyes, and gives me half a valium. i go inside the operating room. i lay down. i feel
the first two minutes and cry and shake in pain. the doctor scolds me to stay still and explains i shouldn't be feeling
"a thing." and puts more anesthic in my eyes. i stumble out of surgery and cling to my dad feeling helpless and hurt.
and while my vision is mn clearer than when i entered, i'm glad i am able to see and am not blinded entirely.
My dad drives me home unsure how to handle my tears. he asks if i was given drugs and then smiles sadly when i tell him about
about my half valium: explaining, we've always had a hard time with anestigia, and how if i was only given half I was bound to
be a nervous wreck. he feeds me and puts me to bed. i wake in fear-as my vision remains blurred and all light hurts my
shielded eyes. everything is blurry. my eyes ache. and i'm all alone. after numerous tries i succeed in turning on the radio.
I listen in darkness for two hours. my step mom arrives. after being through the surgery herself, feeds me, and hands me two
Pills for the pain. i get drowsy within the hour. tylenol pm. extra strength. lol. i'm out till the next morning.10am Thursday
No pain. but with a deep desire to wash my face. i remove my protective goggles. put drops in. after blinking i realize for
the first time in my life, I can see. no contacts. no glasses. just my eyes. blinking focussing.
1pm were back at the doctors. 20/20 vision he says. perfect. i ask if i can go to the club later that night. he smiles and
says no makeup, no smoke, but to have a good time.
I force J out. and almost regretably leave him at a bar when a guy offers to take me home should i want to stay later. i did.
J knew it, and let me go. I had net the guy once before with J so felt safe and was. He was a perfect gentlemen and tried
nothing. well. tried but very politely apologized. he was from NMSU. he kissed me goodnight after asking permission, and got
my number. he'll never call and i'm okay and even happy about that.
Friday comes and i watch my step sister play her first varsity game of the season. exhausted from the night before, J and I
decide to stay in. I go to bed suprisingly early, sad after watching "Black hawk down". I message Mr boots, and hold back
Half I want to say. how I'm sorry i let another guy kiss me. how i'm sure he could care less. how i wish i could not care
about him at all. but i say nothing. i just write. "I miss you" and hope that the sentiment if not the message is returned.
And now It's saturday. and i'm on my way home.
I tell myself Mr. Boots isn't my concern. Not a boyfriend. barely a friend. and yet i'm completely scared. Missing him.
Scared he was sent off, called, and I missed it. scared even more so that he could care less. understanding now how scary it
might be to love someone than face death. i pretended for 5 seconds he didn't have to deal with that, but after that movie, i
Realised that "that" is reality. death is just another monday. another week. until you go home. i really wished for 5 seconds
I never met him. that some girl some where else will cry for him. but even as i write now i realize neither of us asked for
this. he leaves "in august." could be tomorrow, could have been yesterday. and deep down, i hope if i'm on his mind at all,
That i don't worry him...I fight the urge to outsour to him, so that he doesn't worry. i tell myself he's gone, and I should
be glad. I think of how cute ÑMSU boy was. how happy i am with mr.someone and his consistant inconsistant pressence in my
life. i think i'm happy with where me and C are and am finally happy to see him with his ex. I think how respected i've become
How many trips there are to make. how many adventures to live. and how i'm almost done. going back doesn't sadden me,
it excites me. i have a new chapter emerging, and i finally feel like i'm the author. i love all the players in this game.
and i'm winning. i know and undertand all thats happening and yet, i guess the hopeless romantic in me still wants to believe
Make no mistake. i'm happy. happier than i've ever been even with a guy, i think. but yeah. the jaded me is starting to fade.
And that makes me happy too
only one thing is dominating my world. and that's the need to smile :-)