You've enterered the Twilight Zone

As if my life is not weird enough, Friendster Guy, High School Guy, and X may all be meeting each other next week. And it's my own fault. And I'm kind of looking forward to it. Sick? Perhaps. I'm not sure why I'm excited. Maybe because they all know about each other already so this will just make it more solid and stable and everyone can just get along and move forward.

I'm not sure if it is a compliment to them, to my taste, or to me that I think they will get along. Probably a combination of the three. If you're a cocky asshole, I wouldn't want to be your friend and I certainly wouldn't want to introduce you to my other friends. None of them are cocky assholes. They are all nice guys with a common thread - some sort of interest in me. Maybe that's why I'm excited, it's sort of a bizarre twisted harem. I can't help wanting to be the center of attention. I'm a Leo after all.

Anyway, X and High School Guy have both requested help tapping into the single girl (and young professional people) network here in the Upper Valley and I am happy to oblige. I'm also happy that Friendster Guy is planning to be there as well so I have a non-single gal base. It's much more fun to help people connect when you are already connected yourself, and can prove it.

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Gone by the wayside

I have no idea if anyone is reading this anymore. If you have been loyally checking back now and again I applaud you. At one point this blog was a therapeutic outlet for me. I'm glad to have a chronicle of my experiences during this time of my life. Now, however, instead of a creative outlet it's more of a nagging reminder that I should be posting and this girl does not need one more thing on her "To Do" list. I'd love for you to explore the archives if you so chose. If you have already done so, here's a brief update: Friendster Guy and I are still together and co-habitating. We are in domestic, but still unwedded, bliss (that status could be a post or two in and of itself, but, as I've just said, I'm done with that.) We're so domesticated we're in the market for granite countertops. We also just returned from an Aussie/New Zealand vacation and if 8 days in a tiny RV won't solidify (or destroy) a relationship nothing will. We're stronge

Making Eye Babies

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Everything old is new again...

It's been 10 years since last I posted here. Ten. Years. I guess it is true that things on the internet never disappear. I'm honestly shocked I was able to log in. A quick update: Friendster Guy and I split up, amicably, 2 years ago. Since then I've dated 3 gentlemen, the most recent of which lasted a year but once again, ended. Amicably. I'm excellent at breakups apparently. I have just reentered the world of on-line dating and was thinking how I used to chronicle my exploits here. A lot of things have changed in the interim - texting, Facebook being open to all, the ubiquity of camera phones, a new generation of dating sites/apps. But, a lot of things haven't. Men are still...men. The technology may have changed, but the people behind the scenes are still the same. The main difference is that I'm now 15 years older. Maybe, just maybe, I'm also wiser. And maybe, if I cross my fingers really hard, so are the gentlemen I end up meeting.

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