<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:26:37.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The DOG (formally known as The JOG)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-7443836445029922831</id><published>2011-10-22T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T05:18:55.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Fishing</title><content type='html'>I know I've severely neglected the DOG.  Some of it is due to frustration while another part is due to travel and then there's another part that is due to somethin' cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very cryptic, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is reading this and I'm sure YOU are just know that my life is boring and very interesting all at the same time.  Now....everyone go back to not reading this and enjoying your weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;date me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-7443836445029922831?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/7443836445029922831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/10/gone-fishing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7443836445029922831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7443836445029922831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/10/gone-fishing.html' title='Gone Fishing'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-3077940316939003353</id><published>2011-09-19T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T20:39:16.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes It's Just Exhausting</title><content type='html'>I just had an interesting convo with a fella.  He basically told me he doesn't know what he wants.  Fair enough.  I'd rather know that now than a year into it.  But I guess my question is: Is there ANY guy out there that does know what he wants?  Anyone out there (who's attractive and smart/witty) that wants to have a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then started opening up a bit too much: I'd like someone....you know.....to come over at 9pm and make out with me (who SAYS this??).  Not sleep with me....well, maybe foreplay....but you know....just someone to sleep over.  I don't have it in me to date.  I like routine.  I work.  I go to the gym.  I have dinner.  And then I watch TV.  I want someone to fit into this routine but I don't think I want a serious relationship.  I wouldn't greet a girl at the door with my pants down.  Actually, I don't know what I want.  I could change tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.....again....this is what's out there ladies.  Those of you who are in relationships.....jealous?  I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-3077940316939003353?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/3077940316939003353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/09/sometimes-its-just-exhausting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/3077940316939003353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/3077940316939003353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/09/sometimes-its-just-exhausting.html' title='Sometimes It&apos;s Just Exhausting'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-5893816086363027505</id><published>2011-09-14T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T07:52:06.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have All The Good Men Gone?</title><content type='html'>Last night I was on a real high from a performance that I did.  I did a reading of a story I wrote (yes, it was dating themed, hello?!).  And then I came home, did some work and realized......I have no dating prospects.  The high was gone.  I seriously feel the well is dry.  I still get contacted by guys but they're all lame.  Seriously lame like guys either only looking for a good time, or ones that write "Hi" and even if I did respond with a "Hi, yourself" I'd never hear from them again.  (And is "hi" all you men have in your arsenal?????  Obviously, the answer is "yes")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I dated my way through Chicago?????  Do I need to relocate to find fresh faces?  MAYBE.  I'm considering it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last guy I met (it was only a couple weeks ago but it seems like a lifetime) is fodder for a written/performed story and not necessarily for The DOG.  It deserves a bigger audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of concentrating on my lack of a love life I will focus on ME (which is cliche, but true) and how I can get my stories out to the masses.  After last night I feel that people can relate to my dating woes.  I'd like to be the older Carrie Bradshaw for the world.  I have the big flowers to wear on my lapel and the stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know a lot about dating as I've been doing it for a LONG time.  But I know nothing about men.  Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I have the best friends and family (sis and cousin) ever and in that respect I am a lucky, lucky girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-5893816086363027505?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/5893816086363027505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-have-all-good-men-goe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/5893816086363027505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/5893816086363027505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-have-all-good-men-goe.html' title='Where Have All The Good Men Gone?'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-3246901577862108971</id><published>2011-09-07T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T05:19:28.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Dating 101</title><content type='html'>Here are a few things that guys do on the dating sites that really irk me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Post pictures of scenery.  WHO CARES?&lt;br /&gt;2) Post pictures that are fuzzy.  You obviously have something to hide.&lt;br /&gt;3) Post 1 pic of multiple people/a group shot/two guys (obviously the more handsome fella is not you) and don't specify which one you are.  Come on!&lt;br /&gt;4) Don't fill out a profile or list minimal info but mentions: Ask me anything you want.  I'm an open book.  Then they also write that no one contacts them.  MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO INFORMATION ABOUT YOURSELF WRITTEN IN YOUR PROFILE.&lt;br /&gt;5) Guys who im me but never want to send me a proper email.  They're usually really slow typers and obviously have no intention to meet me or they'd follow up.  They never do.&lt;br /&gt;6) Guys that say they want to meet me without disclosing their name.  Wouldn't one want to know this up front?&lt;br /&gt;7) Guys that only post 1 picture of themselves and get angry if you ask to see another picture. Again.....you have something to hide if you don't post at least 2 visible pictures of yourself.  Not one profile shot and one of you hanggliding from a far away distance.&lt;br /&gt;8) Guys that send me an email and I respond and never hear back from them.  Could I have really written something that bad that would warrant nary a reply?&lt;br /&gt;9) Guys that write, "Hi" and that's it.  Um......do you really think that deserves a response?&lt;br /&gt;10) Guys that write in an im, "How are you?"  Isn't the response always going to be, "Good.  How are you?"  And then it's usually, "Good.  What are you up to?"  WRITING TO YOU, FELLA.  Ugh.  Gets me quite irritated.  Bring SOMETHING to the table.  It's the same old same old.  Not a lot of substance out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-3246901577862108971?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/3246901577862108971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/09/internet-dating-101.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/3246901577862108971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/3246901577862108971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/09/internet-dating-101.html' title='Internet Dating 101'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-2147955570326258261</id><published>2011-08-29T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T14:12:49.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does It Get Any Better Than This? No.</title><content type='html'>A guy on one of the dating sites asked me to help him find a job (no mention of wanting to date me AT ALL) and being the kind person that I am, gave him some advice and lo and behold here was his response.  I can not make this sh*t up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I went to LinkedIn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are mostly women on that site.  Women and gay men are "power users" of social media sites and being a  man I feel out of place and uncomfortable. I am just not the  "metrosexual trendy type" who uses these social media sites to find  employment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I do not want to have a 30-something year old former sorority sister with an MBA to recruit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a 43 year old man. It seems like women hold all the the careers in hotels and PR in 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to be F'ing kidding me, right?  THIS is what is out there ladies......grab it while the going's good.  Oy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-2147955570326258261?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/2147955570326258261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/08/does-it-get-any-better-than-this-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/2147955570326258261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/2147955570326258261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/08/does-it-get-any-better-than-this-no.html' title='Does It Get Any Better Than This? No.'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-3614691810746447672</id><published>2011-08-29T13:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T09:23:29.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do I Begin?</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend I received these nuggets from potential suitors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooljackie: &lt;span class="message-text"&gt;hello beutyful (love the spelling!  Upon further inspection into his profile, here's what he wrote......mind you, I am a grammar and spelling enthusiast.....but nothing about this can be comended): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;I realy do not have any hobbies I am dedicated to.  But I enjoy being out side in good wether. And I am open to doing a  veriety of things. I am perty easy going, and get along with people  well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE DO I SIGN UP?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you want to run right out and date him, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I got this one from MrYadidda: Do you date black men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh....and another one to mention from Pantywaste (REALLY?  THIS is your profile name????): Hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH and then "The Voice" who wants to be friends even though I told him I didn't feel a connection starts trying to tell me which pictures of mine are good and which are bad.  Um....who asked you?!  He also said I should use the "professional tester" on one of the sites as they work (they tell you what pictures work and which are not good).  They work??  Then why are you still single?  That's mean.  I take it back.  I do.  I'm just so friggin frustrated.  ARRGGGHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE INTERNET DATING!  I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-3614691810746447672?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/3614691810746447672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-do-i-begin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/3614691810746447672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/3614691810746447672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-do-i-begin.html' title='Where Do I Begin?'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-5644785500425003890</id><published>2011-08-24T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T14:40:30.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Thing Because I Feel Like I'm On A Roll.....</title><content type='html'>........When guys say, "My loss, I'm sure" they don't mean this at all.  They are THRILLED to be rid of you.  If they really felt you'd be a loss they would be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK......now I am going to get off my horse.  My high one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-5644785500425003890?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/5644785500425003890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-more-thing-because-i-feel-like-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/5644785500425003890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/5644785500425003890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-more-thing-because-i-feel-like-im.html' title='One More Thing Because I Feel Like I&apos;m On A Roll.....'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-1508631214809522799</id><published>2011-08-24T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T14:12:06.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laying It On The Line</title><content type='html'>I'm honestly sick and tired.  Ugh!  ANOTHER dude goes MIA on me.  But this one I confronted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you go out with someone a couple times and get a text that reads: "Guess what?  I like you." And barely hear from them again?????  HOW!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....I wanted some answers and so I asked.  The answer seemed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mamsy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pamsy&lt;/span&gt; but I *think* honest.  I won't go into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sitch&lt;/span&gt; as it's his business but I guess the moral of this tale is that from now on I do want to know the truth.  For so long I have been the girl that didn't want to know....shelter me from the truth because the truth hurts.  Well....not anymore.  With this dating crap I need to know.  And now I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the truth hurts but so does the ambiguity.  So now I know.  And now I hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: For all the dudes that do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;douchey&lt;/span&gt; things to girls: Don't tell them how fabulous they are while you're being a douche.  We don't need to be patronized.  We get it.  You're not into us.  Don't make it out to be that we're all that if you can't muster up the balls to tell us what's really going on.  OK.....I think I am now finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-1508631214809522799?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/1508631214809522799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/08/laying-it-on-line.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/1508631214809522799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/1508631214809522799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/08/laying-it-on-line.html' title='Laying It On The Line'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-1707191316158048523</id><published>2011-08-22T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T14:14:22.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am The Pale Man</title><content type='html'>A dude I met while speed dating awhile ago found me on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; and has been sending me messages.  They're mean messages.  I think he holds a grudge because I wasn't interested in going out with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doozies&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/10: wow what a pic, you are so white&lt;br /&gt;And today: you are so white, so old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY???!!!!  Why be such a dick?!  Maybe it's his jack-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;assedness&lt;/span&gt; Andrew Dice Clay humor (though he's Indian so is there an Indian Andrew Dice Clay?) that's a turn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it plausible for me to be a Jewish nun?  Just checking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-1707191316158048523?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/1707191316158048523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-pale-man.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/1707191316158048523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/1707191316158048523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-pale-man.html' title='I Am The Pale Man'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-9192752565240415467</id><published>2011-08-17T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T12:22:23.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Voice</title><content type='html'>A million years ago I was contacted by a fella that seemed "good on paper".  Good job.  Relatively attractive (from his posted pics).  Seemed active.  Tall.  We set up a time to talk and Holy Balls.....it was like I was talking to a muppet (the tone was like a cross between Kermit and Fozzy Bear).  It was so bothersome that I had to get off the phone and hence I told him that I wasn't interested in meeting (though I did not mention The Voice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast Forward to present day and who am I contacted by the other day, but him.  I thought, hey....give it another shot.  Maybe he had a cold?  It's like 6 years later.  We chatted last night and BAM.  There it was.  It's like I was talking to Herman Munster in a cave.  (are we getting an audio now?)  I just am so torn.  I think I have to meet him in person but how will I handle it?  Is it possible that he may sound better in person than he does over the phone?  I could only muster a few minutes with him last night and told him I'd follow up today.  I'm thinking of making a quick call to set up a time/place to meet for coffee and just go from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this visual that if we do meet he's going to show up in costume.  Honestly.  It's just some crazy feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-9192752565240415467?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/9192752565240415467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/08/voice.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/9192752565240415467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/9192752565240415467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/08/voice.html' title='The Voice'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-9063660701172791090</id><published>2011-08-03T14:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T14:38:25.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Around Again</title><content type='html'>I changed up my photos on my dating profiles (gotta stir it up very once in awhile) and it's generated some buzz but what I find really amazing is that the interest is coming from guys I talked to YEARS ago (let's not sugar coat it....I've been doing the Online dating thing off and on for a bajillion years.....I've always been more comfortable trying to meet guys this way as it's a more controlled environment.  I'm very shy and get nervous in group party settings so I always felt more comfortable meeting someone this way or through a set up where I know the guy is there to meet me.  Now, I have dated guys I met other ways: work, improv/theater, walking down the street (I'm rad like that), etc but the Internet has always been a good resource for me).  I, however, never met these particular dudes in person.  I think it's because I wasn't that interested or I met someone else that I went out with and liked.  But this go-round I'm going to meet them....just for a quick coffee or drink but I shall engage.  What do I have to lose, right?  Summer is going by quickly and I may need a hiatus from my hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....I'm trying to get back in the game.  We shall see if anything comes from it but I am officially back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-9063660701172791090?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/9063660701172791090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/08/coming-around-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/9063660701172791090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/9063660701172791090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/08/coming-around-again.html' title='Coming Around Again'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-4223421709300313247</id><published>2011-07-27T12:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T12:14:36.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Jeez</title><content type='html'>How can you take someone seriously when they write in their profile that (and it's literally in all caps) they're looking for an INTIMATE BOSOM FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what's still out there, huh?  Hiatus, I maintain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-4223421709300313247?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/4223421709300313247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-jeez.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/4223421709300313247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/4223421709300313247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-jeez.html' title='Oh Jeez'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-5402004394257168294</id><published>2011-07-26T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T10:32:37.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bling Bling</title><content type='html'>Last night I met a fellow that my friend (God bless her!) fixed me up with.  She met him at a last call at a bar in Wicker Park.  Solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really wasn't my physical type but I'm more open nowadays and of course agreed to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the meet and greet was actually uncomfortable.  He didn't really talk a lot or expound on any of his answers so I found myself trying to carry the convo much more than I had hoped.  He also seemed really disinterested in what I was saying.  He has more of a stoic personality.  Seemed like a tough nut to crack.  Didn't really give much to go on in terms of conversation.  There were long pauses and finally I found myself saying, "So....what else?" (which I hate!)  He also mentioned that he doesn't date a lot (works a ton!) and my questions to him were some that he never got before and had a very hard time answering as he doesn't think about those things.  Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the bat I knew it wasn't a match: He was wearing a fancy light colored silk wide pinstripe suit with a pocket square, (um....not me at all) cuff links and 2 GINORMOUS blinged out rings that he got from back in his college days.  Of course I was fixated on the rings and wondered why one would choose to wear not just one but TWO upon meeting me.  He told me they're conversation starters and that he gets in lots of places by wearing them.  I knew he sensed that I wasn't into them (I have a hard time hiding any dismay) and I think he checked out right after meeting me.  I thought his face was attractive but the rest of him (he told me he didn't have to work for years if need be - he's well off - again....nice, but not important to me) just wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was good for me to go out.  Being on a Summer hiatus has proven good and bad for me.  Good: I don't feel as stressed or disappointed because I feel like there's no one out there for me BAD: I feel that because I'm not really looking that I probably won't find anyone as they don't just fall in my lap.....men, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also kept picturing my former neighbor while talking to this guy.  He was the spitting image of him.  That was a prob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.....I gave it a shot.  A shot in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-5402004394257168294?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/5402004394257168294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/07/bling-bling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/5402004394257168294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/5402004394257168294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/07/bling-bling.html' title='Bling Bling'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-6606591620483023272</id><published>2011-07-21T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T15:45:38.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't You Judge Me</title><content type='html'>So...last night I ran into a fella that I had "relations with" back in the day and as we were making small talk he asks, "So, you married?"  I was thrown for a loop.  I don't get asked this a lot and definitely not the 2nd or 3rd question of a convo.  A wave&lt;br /&gt;of: OhmygodnoI'mnotbutIshouldbemarriednoonehasaskedmewhydidyouaskmethisamIabigloser? came over me.  I simply answered, "No.  Are you married?" and he answered, "No.  I thought I heard you were."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this affect me so much?  I honestly haven't stopped thinking about this all day.  And it honestly makes me feel bad about myself.  Now here's the thing: I don't care about marriage.  I really don't.  It's not the marriage thing.  It's the not having anyone to share my life.  But he doesn't know this.  And he was asking just to make conversation but for some reason I thought I was being judged.  I'm so hard on myself.  I don't know why this is.  I need to give myself a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note: a friend told me that a woman we were sitting with said I was attractive.  Nice of her, of course but how come the dudes don't say this?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.  I'm just being a moron.  I am Dori and I am a moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-6606591620483023272?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/6606591620483023272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/07/dont-you-judge-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/6606591620483023272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/6606591620483023272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/07/dont-you-judge-me.html' title='Don&apos;t You Judge Me'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-5585098546075363557</id><published>2011-07-13T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T19:51:39.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get The Hint!</title><content type='html'>How is it that the 29 year old stalker DOES NOT GET THE HINT?  He just struck AGAIN a few minutes ago.  This kid must have some balls.  BIG balls.  Why?  Well.....when he called me a month or so ago 3 times consecutively (of course, I did not pick up as it was after midnight and he's a nutjob) I was at my wits end.  I called my sister to ask for her advice.  My initial instinct was to tell him that if he doesn't leave me alone I'm going to contact the police.  But this made me worried as I don't quite know what I'm dealing with (obviously since I never return his texts or voice mails and he STILL contacts me makes me think he's a lunatic) and don't want to be murdered, SO.....my sis suggested she'd get her friend (he's a total bad ass and gets a kick out of "scaring people"......but in the nicest way possible) to call him and *lightly* threaten him that if he didn't leave me alone that he'd *kindly* kick his ass.  Well, obviously the guy is insane because he just text messaged me: "Hey its (not it's.....what a smarty) rick. Remember me?"  Um.....how could I forget you, you PSYCHO????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....here's my question: What the Hell do I do now?  He's not threatening me or harming me in any way but it's SOOO annoying.  I just want him to leave me alone.  Do you think this will ever happen or is this guy going to contact me forever?!  Ugh!  I'm open to suggestions if anyone has any ideas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-5585098546075363557?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/5585098546075363557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/07/get-hint.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/5585098546075363557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/5585098546075363557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/07/get-hint.html' title='Get The Hint!'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-4451716183432316034</id><published>2011-07-06T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T09:36:41.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr Neil Clark Who?</title><content type='html'>Not that I believe anything Dr. Neil Clark Warren says since I've spent a year on eHarmony and RARELY get matched with anyone of significance and then if I do I never hear from them (nor do they even check out my profile which makes me think they don't exist)........BUT I do think he has a valid point with marriage.  I think a committed relationship is what we (meaning I) should strive for.  Where I used to think marriage is the prize (back in my 20's and early 30's) I now absolutely think it's finding a compatible partner.  Whether that leads to marriage is not the goal.  The goal (for me) is finding a great guy to spend my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.yourtango.com/201180435/eharmony-founder-says-dont-get-married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-4451716183432316034?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/4451716183432316034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/07/dr-neil-clark-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/4451716183432316034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/4451716183432316034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/07/dr-neil-clark-who.html' title='Dr Neil Clark Who?'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-9156543274783646625</id><published>2011-07-01T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T08:03:04.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Ahead Of The Times</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my friend Brigid for sending this to me!  Makes my dating hiatus decision seem validated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yourtango.com/201179341/why-you-should-take-break-dating-summer" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.yourtango.com/201179341/why-you-should-take-break-dating-summer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-9156543274783646625?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/9156543274783646625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-so-ahead-of-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/9156543274783646625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/9156543274783646625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-so-ahead-of-times.html' title='I&apos;m So Ahead Of The Times'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-7674648566776194410</id><published>2011-06-28T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T11:38:24.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Smile</title><content type='html'>Today I am walking around with a smile on my face and a spring in my step.  I'm trying to make it seem like I'm happy and in a good mood (which I am not).  Most of the time (from my own perception) I walk around oblivious with *maybe* a scowl on my puss (that's FACE gutter people).  I almost want it to seem like I've got myself a secret.  Fancy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not caught up on the Bachelorette but I just watched the Bently leaving episode.  It was great TV but SO planned.  Like the Producers didn't know this would happen when they cast him?!  It's so contrived but I still love it.  And that Ashley.  Oy.  She's annoying.  If I were a dude she would so not be my type (It's probably good to know what my lady type would be, right?).  I'd be more into an Angelie Jolie type - independent and not needy.  (To be honest: Never have I thought about the type of lady I'd be interested in until this writing but now that I know I'm all set.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like the fact that Ashley told JP that she just wanted to relax and came out looking like a JR High girl with her pj's and glasses.  Did she purposely mess up her hair to look disheveled when she came back?  Wasn't a change of clothes enough?  All she needed was a retainer and I'm sure JP was good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...so.....that's all I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-7674648566776194410?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/7674648566776194410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/06/mystery-smile.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7674648566776194410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7674648566776194410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/06/mystery-smile.html' title='Mystery Smile'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-6579988233807553570</id><published>2011-06-16T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T15:04:03.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Quick How Do Ya Do</title><content type='html'>Really have no news.  Taking a dating break.  Still on hiatus folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have  a couple stragglers still texting or calling but I don't consider them real playas.  I am enjoying not stressing about dating.  I still think about it....a lot....but I'm not stressing.  I'm actually really enjoying myself and have a crazy, jam packed calendar already for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite have it all....but I have enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me (maybe....maybe not....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-6579988233807553570?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/6579988233807553570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-quick-how-do-ya-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/6579988233807553570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/6579988233807553570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-quick-how-do-ya-do.html' title='Just A Quick How Do Ya Do'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-5313042516999269932</id><published>2011-06-06T15:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T04:51:25.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exactly!</title><content type='html'>This is what I've been talking about, People!  It may be Onionized but it be true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/06/05/national-dating-standards-lowered_n_871471.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-5313042516999269932?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/5313042516999269932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/06/hilariousand-so-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/5313042516999269932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/5313042516999269932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/06/hilariousand-so-true.html' title='Exactly!'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-8996609034480691747</id><published>2011-06-05T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T08:18:12.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If....</title><content type='html'>What if you meet a guy and you kind of click with him?&lt;br /&gt;What if you think he's cute?&lt;br /&gt;What if you think he's caring?&lt;br /&gt;What if you think he has a great personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF he wants you to go dutch on every date? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't paid for anything for me.  Not even a drink.  He's not asking me to pay for him, mind you.  He doesn't make a ton of money.  But I remember that Sex and The City where Steve took Miranda out for a slice of pizza because that's what he could afford.  Be HE paid.....for the BOTH of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I let something like this stand in the way of getting to know a (from what I can tell) good guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-8996609034480691747?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/8996609034480691747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-if.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/8996609034480691747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/8996609034480691747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-if.html' title='What If....'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-6995008277240933884</id><published>2011-05-30T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T09:18:26.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, there was a death in my family yesterday.  It was a long time coming but extremely sad, nonetheless.  It was someone I loved....adored!  Growing up she was the coolest person in the world to me and I LOVED visiting and would cry when I had to leave.  She was the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....I now feel like I have an angel watching over me (growing up people would say I resembled her and I took it as a compliment.....like when someone told me years ago that I resembled Lucille Ball - the YOUNG Lucille).  I know this sounds nuts but I believe it to be true.  How else would I have been walking my dog yesterday and a fella approached me, struck up a conversation and asked for my phone number?  This NEVER happens to me (unless you remember Danny Cologne - alias - oh so many years ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....we all mourn and grieve in our own way.  I'm not a big talker about my emotions until some time has passed and then all I want to do is talk.  But for now I just keep it close to the heart.  But when I have my secret chats and inner dialogues I now know she'll be watching over me from above while trying to push the hair out of my eyes and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh....and if this doesn't get me married within a year or two then nothing else will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raise this pork rind to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-6995008277240933884?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/6995008277240933884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/05/gone.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/6995008277240933884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/6995008277240933884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/05/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-7569600511188425317</id><published>2011-05-24T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T19:30:33.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blech!</title><content type='html'>A gentleman (and I use this term VERY loosely) text messaged me the other night.  No, this is not the 29 yr old but another dude that I mistakenly gave my number to (they all start out so promising what with their sincere written word and cute pics).  We have never met.  Well, I hadn't heard from him in months and then the other day I get a "Heyhowareyouwhat'sgoingon?" text.  I respond back kind of giddy that he contacted me.  We exchange some casual back and forth texts and when I mention that we should set up a time to meet I don't hear back.  Then the next night....or should I say MORNING I get the first text at 12:42am: Hi.  I don't answer as I don't keep my phones in my boudoir.  Then he sends another text at 1:27am: Hi there sexxxy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this is a dude from E-Harmony that is supposed to be a more respectable site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gross.  I mean COME ON!  Who are these idiots??  I guess I have to give him credit for the triple x in sexy, right?  But really.....are any guys looking for a real relationship?  Any cute dudes or are they all fine with random hook ups because they can probably get them?  What happened to courtship and relationships?  I know they still exist because a lot of my friends have them.  But I also think they're becoming few and far between because there's so much candy being manufactured.  Well....I'm no Twix, fellas.  I'm a LADY.  I want a relationship.  I don't need your XXX.....just 1 X will do just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date me....or don't.....whatever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-7569600511188425317?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/7569600511188425317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/05/blech.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7569600511188425317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7569600511188425317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/05/blech.html' title='Blech!'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-352562061396259069</id><published>2011-05-18T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T20:01:15.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking A Break</title><content type='html'>Went out on a coffee date last week and it just about did me in.  I think I'm done looking.  I'm sure I'll get the itch again but for now I'm done.  DONE.  I may have 1-2 residual meet and greets from a couple dudes I've been corresponding with but won't be shocked if neither of them follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole process has been draining.  I just want to enjoy my summer.  I'm busy with work.  I ran a half marathon (holla!).  I'm getting new headshots and hope to pursue some on-camera work and I'm planning a trip to Italy.  That's all I can handle for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, if one more guy that I've met/gone out with re-connects with me to tell me how great I am and that I'll find the one soon initiates this convo I'm gonna lose it.  If I was/am so great then why didn't you want to be with me?  Yeah....I'm fantastic and you're an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say once you stop looking is when you'll find the person.  Hmm....we'll see if this is the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Oprah I'm done.  Unlike Oprah I will not be holding a big party for myself with Beyonce and Madonna at the United Center.  Though something I'll keep in my back pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Not Date Me!  (there!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-352562061396259069?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/352562061396259069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/05/taking-break.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/352562061396259069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/352562061396259069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/05/taking-break.html' title='Taking A Break'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-7368355078721153457</id><published>2011-05-10T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T19:58:52.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Got To Be Shitting Me!</title><content type='html'>The 29 yr old Texter has struck again!  2 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!  How r u doing tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW AM I DOING TONIGHT???  FINE A-Hole.  STOP TEXTING ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually.....I'm just not responding.  But the aforementioned is what I'd like to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...the dude that asked me to visit his family for his birthday is no longer.  No, he's not dead but I know he's done with me.  No response to my 2 texts.  I get it.  Donezo.  And honestly.....I'm totally fine about it.  But I'll still never understand how last week he was asking me to celebrate his b-day with his family in Wisconsin and then he goes MIA.  In a way I'm glad that I can't understand it because I never want to be like that.  Good luck to ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually in a great mood.  Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;date me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-7368355078721153457?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/7368355078721153457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/05/youve-got-to-be-shitting-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7368355078721153457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7368355078721153457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/05/youve-got-to-be-shitting-me.html' title='You&apos;ve Got To Be Shitting Me!'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-6933960204817595371</id><published>2011-05-06T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T14:11:13.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Meet The Parents?</title><content type='html'>I have been asked to accompany the dude I've been seeing to visit his parents for his birthday.  I am unsure if I am ready for this step.  As it happens, I have a prior engagement so couldn't sleep over (Yes!  He wants me to spend the night at his P's....um.....huh?!) but may be driving up the next day for a family brunch (they don't live in IL).  Now mind you....we are not yet Boyfriend/Girlfriend.  We are both still seeing (or trying to, in my case) other people.  I honestly don't know how I feel about this step as I'm not sure if this is "the one" for me.  Do I still go?  Does it matter?  I'm perplexed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;date me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-6933960204817595371?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/6933960204817595371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/05/time-to-meet-parents.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/6933960204817595371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/6933960204817595371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/05/time-to-meet-parents.html' title='Time To Meet The Parents?'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-2737602128674022219</id><published>2011-05-02T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T22:11:25.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Made A Mistake And Now I Have To Live With It Forever</title><content type='html'>Last year I made the mistake in agreeing to go out with a guy....because he was young.  28 or 29....can't remember.  I was flattered that he was interested.  He was/is a filmmaker and production assistant.  Worked on some reality tv shows in LA and moved back to IL.  Sounds right up my alley, right?  WRONG.  The dude is a mess!  A MESS!  He's socially very awkward.  We met for coffee and after that I received numerous text messages from him.  I made it perfectly clear that I wasn't interested (10/20/2010 Sent this to him: You are a really nice guy but unfortunately are not the right guy for me.  I wish you all the best!).  To this day he is STILL contacting me.  We met October 18th 2010.  It is now 5/2/2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get random texts like these:&lt;br /&gt;10/25/2010 4:26pm: Hey yo!  How are you doin? (My response: Good.  Hope you are well.)  Crazy Dude: Yeah, I'm OK.  Tired and sick. (My response:  Oh no.  Fell better soon.)  Crazy Dude: Thanks.  And again, if you ever need anything from me please let me know. (My response: Will do.  Thanks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/25/2010 5:54pm: You good tonight?  (My response: NOTHING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFTER THE WHOLE TEXT EXCHANGE AN HOUR BEFORE HE SENDS ANOTHER TEXT.  IS HE DERANGED????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10/25/2010&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;6:35pm&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How r u doing tonight? (My response: Good, thanks)  Crazy Dude: Ok.  Please contact me in the future.  (My response: NOTHING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/6/2010 10:14pm: Hey!  It's Rick.  How r u doin' tonight?  (My response: NOTHING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/10/2010 8:17pm: Hey!  What r u up to tonight?  Wanna hang out?  (My response: Sorry I can't....already out with friends.  Have a nice night.)  Crazy Dude: U 2.  If you wanna hang out later tonight, let me know.  :-)  (My response: NOTHING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/30/2011 6:12pm: Hey u.  How's it going?  (My response:  NOTHING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/2/2011 10:44pm:  Hey Hey!  What you doing right now?  (My response:  You really need to stop texting me.  You seem like a nice guy but I'm not interested in hanging out.  I'm sorry)  Crazy Dude: I understand.  Just wondering if u need anything tonight?  (My response: NOTHING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF would I need at 11pm????  &lt;/span&gt;And honestly, I don't think this is sexual in nature.  I think he means like if I need a bowl of soup.....or a hammer.  The guy is deranged.  Am I reading this wrong?  Who contacts someone every 1-2 months to see if someone needs something from them?  We met for 30 minutes last year.  THAT IS ALL.  I'm honestly perplexed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;date me!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-2737602128674022219?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/2737602128674022219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-made-mistake-and-now-i-have-to-live.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/2737602128674022219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/2737602128674022219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-made-mistake-and-now-i-have-to-live.html' title='I Made A Mistake And Now I Have To Live With It Forever'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-5120576767349975000</id><published>2011-04-29T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T21:57:20.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put A Fork In The Comedian, I'm Done</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been out with a guy (or a dame, for that matter) that made (or tried to) a joke about EVERYTHING?  Like everything had a funny voice attached to it or a joke comment?  Well folks....tonight was my night.  It was like I was at the guy's stand up routine.  Nothing....and I repeat NOTHING he said was matter of fact.  It all had a little punch line or "funny" comment attached.  The worst was when he busted out his British accent (due to the Royal wedding) and everything was said in said accent.....throughout the whole night.  This is the second time (if you'll remember) that a fake accent was busted out during a first date.  Irish was a couple months ago.  So I guess I was due for another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the "waka waka" he also kept looking at, what I thought was, my left boob.  But it's not like it was out.  He would say something and then casually peak down to my chest and then catch me staring at him and look back up.  Hey bub, keep the peepers at eye level!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the kicker was he lied about his height and his one "good picture" must have been taken at least 7-8 yrs ago.  The other pics he had on his profile were "far away" shots.  He said he was 5'8" but I'm guessing he was 5'6".  The height compounded with the personality was a total deal breaker.  I was dying to go home.  But then he ordered another drink.  Ugh.  I hate that.  You're driving and we've just met (we both said this would be a quick meet and greet).  Isn't one beer enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly....this whole dating thing is EXHAUSTING!  I think I'm done for awhile.  If the dude that I've been out with 5 times returns from his vacay and wants to seriously date me, I'm all in.  If he's not interested I'm just gonna take a break.  I've got running/training on my brain anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I complete me.  Take that Jerry McGuire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;date me (I'm over it!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-5120576767349975000?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/5120576767349975000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/04/put-fork-in-comedian-im-done.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/5120576767349975000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/5120576767349975000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/04/put-fork-in-comedian-im-done.html' title='Put A Fork In The Comedian, I&apos;m Done'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-972291777252068327</id><published>2011-04-26T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T13:25:00.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again With The Old Men</title><content type='html'>Today I met an old (er) dude for coffee.  I knew I wasn't going to like him (I could tell from his pics and profile) but he's in the advertising field and we knew some of the same people.  His skin was like dark worn leather.  Literally, he was a black white man.  It was odd.  Again, sitting down and talking with a 50 yr old makes me think I'm dating my father....or Uncle John.  It's just....not my gig.  He seemed to be trying really hard.  Too hard.  But he was pleasant.  I'm referring my cleaning woman to him.  She's da bomb.  Never hurts to get her some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He already asked me to get together again.  What am I going to say, "no"?  He then asked me what I like to do (this was as I was putting my coat on). "So, do you like to go to concerts?  Like, listen to music?"  Again.....I felt weird.  I didn't feel like sharing too much with him.  I answered, "No, more like theater.  OK then.....have a great day and thanks for meeting me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a lost cause?  I think I answered my own question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-972291777252068327?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/972291777252068327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/04/again-with-old-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/972291777252068327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/972291777252068327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/04/again-with-old-men.html' title='Again With The Old Men'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-8864613934414471990</id><published>2011-04-19T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T21:34:15.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Lord</title><content type='html'>I think I just had the best IM exchange with a guy who kept insisting that I was a man and that the site we are both on is not a gay site.  It was HILARIOUS.  (As I have mentioned before: I am not a fan of the IM but this was like a car accident.....I could not look away)  I kept saying to him that if he's a guy insisting that I'm a guy and he contacted me then he's obviously gay.  If I were a guy I could do so much better than his lame ass.  Our convo went on for 5 or so mins and then I got really bored with it.  But it was amusing while it lasted.  I think I'd be a great guy.....and if I were a gay guy?!  Well, watch out dudes cuz I'd be unstoppable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Make or Break date tonight actually showed promise.  He leaves for vacation on Saturday but we *might* have something.....still unsure because a lot of what he does and says bothers me to no end.....but the good thing about tonight was that I got a couple drinks in me and told him what bothered me and that seemed to help immensely.  And I think he may be the type of guy who will work on those things, so......we could have a winner, folks.  But again....I won't see him for 2 weeks or so......so this could be over before you know it BUT he seems eager to have me as his GF.  AND he said I challenge him.  And that, my friends.......is a pretty big plus in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day has been NUTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-8864613934414471990?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/8864613934414471990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-lord.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/8864613934414471990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/8864613934414471990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-lord.html' title='Oh Lord'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-784492167706275367</id><published>2011-04-19T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T14:17:04.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Pretty Lady</title><content type='html'>I don't get it.  Why would a guy like this (in Hobart, IN):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a Christian man seeking a romantic minded Christian woman to start out as  friends and hopefully build a meaningful relationship... walk together  in life and be best friends. Quality time in relationships is important  to me. I listen to Christian radio to inrich my soul&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello pretty lady,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You described me in your profile and  you possess qualities I am looking for in a woman.  On this huge planet  we live in, do you think our two worlds could collide?  I am interested  in you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Jewish lady is not a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-784492167706275367?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/784492167706275367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-pretty-lady.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/784492167706275367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/784492167706275367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-pretty-lady.html' title='Hello Pretty Lady'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-9045628804633067174</id><published>2011-04-19T11:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T12:10:14.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>A few things on my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate when I don't get a proper hand massage when getting a manicure.  Just applying lotion does not cut it in my book.  Work the hands, ladies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been talking to a lot of "grass is always greener" friends.  They're married.  And they think my grass is green.  Huh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a 5th and crucial date this eve.  It's definitely a make or break.  I have a feeling it'll be break but he may surprise me.  I *hope* he'll surprise me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last night my dog slept right between my face and chest area.  It was a total spooning situation going on and it made me very pleased.  Seriously....men are overrated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been seeing a lot of shows (friends' plays and such) lately.  So far they average out to a C-.  Who's doing really excellent work in Chicago?  Seeing another one on Thursday.  I have high hopes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've got to get motivated to run farther distances.  I wonder when this motivation will set in.  1/2 marathon is only a few weeks away.  OY!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A dude on E-Harm went all the way to level 4 with me (the final level before open communication....oooh...) and then I sent him a brief email and he closed me.  What up with that?!  Why go through all the trouble of "getting to know me" to then close me....within a day from the email?  I must have written something really offensive....like "Hi - It's been nice getting to know you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not looking for a job but a good one was forwarded to me by my friend so I applied.  Just like the E-Harm guy I was rejected.....rejected within 30 minutes of submittal.  Huh.  Lots of "We're not interested" going on this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And so it goes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-9045628804633067174?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/9045628804633067174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/04/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/9045628804633067174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/9045628804633067174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/04/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-4437272408799538694</id><published>2011-04-12T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T10:45:07.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Dating Authority</title><content type='html'>This evening I'm getting interviewed about online dating.  A subject near and dear to my heart (maybe too near and too dear).  Maybe I'll become the go to authority on the subject?  I've certainly been at it off and on for many a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my 3rd date with the relationship guy last night and all seems to be going well.  We were actually supposed to meet today for lunch but my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sched&lt;/span&gt; just didn't allow it.  Next date is Thursday eve.  I like him.  But I'm very guarded.  I told him as much.  He seemed to be cool with this.  He's going away on a family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vacay&lt;/span&gt; next Saturday so that could change everything.  Out of site out of mind?  After this Thursday I can only see him again next Tuesday and then not again for 2 weeks so who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wears a lot of cologne.  But I'm trying not to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's cute....in a thinner John Belushi kind of way.  I don't think he'd be too pleased with this assessment.  If he's reading this he may dump me but I don't think he knows about it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy my time with him but I still don't have that, "I want to see you all the time" feeling.  Maybe I'll never have that again?  Not sure.  I find fault in every dude I go out with.  I'm a tough customer.  But I'm *trying* to just go with it.  I want to have a boyfriend again.  I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than him I'm lining up a couple other things.  Gotta keep those eggs in the basket as if the basket only has one egg and it breaks then we have a situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-4437272408799538694?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/4437272408799538694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/04/online-dating-authority.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/4437272408799538694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/4437272408799538694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/04/online-dating-authority.html' title='Online Dating Authority'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-8677595222901544457</id><published>2011-04-08T23:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T23:13:14.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My How Time Has Flown</title><content type='html'>A few updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a couple of guys I had gone out on multiple dates with and both of these dudes are HIStory.  I don't think any of us felt a true connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been out a couple of times with a guy that I *sense* wants me to be his lady.  We shall see.  In a way it's kinda scary to think someone who SEEMS normal could want me as his gal pal.  We've only been out a couple of times but have another date planned and if it were up to him we would be spending weekends together.  I don't know if I feel it with him but I guess only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been single for a year now.  It's crazy for me to think that so much time has passed.  But when I think back to where and how I was a year ago to where/how I am now....I am pleased.  I'm still not 100% happy but I'm getting there.  I've been focusing a lot on ME and doing things that are out of my comfort zone and I think I'm changing into a better person.  I still find it tough to open up to fellas.....I'm working on this....being open and free, ya know?  Past experiences have really put the kibosh on this.  But I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....2011 has truly been the year of DORI. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else out there celebrating my year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-8677595222901544457?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/8677595222901544457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-how-time-has-flown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/8677595222901544457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/8677595222901544457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-how-time-has-flown.html' title='My How Time Has Flown'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-165680507383696810</id><published>2011-04-02T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T23:13:34.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Gonna Get The Quiche?!</title><content type='html'>Over the past couple of days I've been out with a couple of fellas and both are not right for me but one in particular stood out....for the wrong reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is an ENERGETIC guy.  I knew it when talking to him on the phone that we probably shouldn't have met.  He was way too much.  It's a shame because he's decent looking....a few years older than me....and is a gentleman.  But he's too.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;salesy&lt;/span&gt;.  Kind of awkward, ya know?  He was loud.  Really talkative.  Loved to quote movies: Like everything he brought up related back to a movie quote.  He also couldn't get off the fact that I was meeting my HS girlfriends at Bakers Square to relive the magic of our youth.  "Bakers Square?!  Why?!  Are you gonna get the quiche?!"  He said this 4 times.  He thought it was funny.  Finally I said, "No.  And I have no clue what you're talking about." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be nice.  I did.  And I think I was.  I was with him an hour and a half but I wanted to leave right when we both stepped in the elevator and he screamed, "Well this is a coincidence.  I was just in the bathroom."  And then he broke into a very bad Gaelic accent as he was trying to recreate a gathering he was just at.  Everyone there was Irish.  This went on for 10 or so minutes....him speaking in a bad Irish accent.  At the end of the night he asked me to go out again.  What do you say?  No?  I said yes.  But I won't see him again.  I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So two guys are crossed off my list but I'm trying to keep the faith that my fella is out there.  I am.  I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-165680507383696810?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/165680507383696810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/04/are-you-gonna-get-quiche.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/165680507383696810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/165680507383696810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/04/are-you-gonna-get-quiche.html' title='Are You Gonna Get The Quiche?!'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-9179831018044151099</id><published>2011-04-02T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T23:05:01.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have No Clue What This Means...</title><content type='html'>...but I received this message today from a 50 yr old gentleman...and I liked it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wow...you are a something girl....meaning you are asking a lot  for a guy and I am not half of what you want, I even forgot all those  things.......... I am just myself and I will enjoy meeting you whenever  you might come to Schaumburg- Woodfield mall. I lived in Chicago for  many years and I loved it. Take care of yourself and let me know when  you want to meet.                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-9179831018044151099?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/9179831018044151099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-have-no-clue-what-this-means.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/9179831018044151099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/9179831018044151099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-have-no-clue-what-this-means.html' title='I Have No Clue What This Means...'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-1556126529121241545</id><published>2011-03-29T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T21:56:29.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dems And Dose</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a conversation with a "dems and dose" guy.  Or is it Dems and does?  Dems and doze?  Dems and doe's?  Huh.  Anyway....it was an accident.  As we all know, the bar is lowered.  But I don't think I realized where he lived and *maybe* disregarded some poorly worded text messages and lo and behold I'm talking to a guy who is extremely inarticulate....not only that but he lives really far from me (by Oak Lawn) and has no time to even date anyone.  He co-owns a restaurant (has a HS degree - no college classes at all - was in construction for years) and he lived in Greece for a year  (where his family is from) but after talking to him (you can tell a lot from a "phone interview") on the horn I couldn't wait to be done.  Oh...he also hates the Bears and roots against most Chicago teams even though he's been living here for many years.  He also didn't ask me any questions.  I honestly couldn't wait to get off the phone with him.  AND his name is Jimmy.  Does that bring up a red flag for anyone else?  Jimmy?  Not Jim or James.....but JIMMY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple dates lined up for this week and next (some I've been out with a couple times before) but as I've been saying: personality and intelligence (sarcastic wit) are key for me.  Having a hard time finding this!  There's one guy I've been out with a few times who's a looker but he's SO boring!  No personality.  But he's easy on the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still out there looking for "the one".  Is he out there?  I'm honestly not sure he is.  But I do know he's not one of youse guys.  Use guys?  You's guys?  Eh.  fugetaboutit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-1556126529121241545?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/1556126529121241545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/03/dems-and-dose.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/1556126529121241545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/1556126529121241545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/03/dems-and-dose.html' title='Dems And Dose'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-4476668815006090099</id><published>2011-03-23T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:39:11.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone Have One Of These?</title><content type='html'>Did you ever have a guy email you off and on for about 8 or so months but won't call you?  He won't return the calls I've placed to him (even though he told me to call him) and hasn't asked me out but keeps telling me we should meet and how he can't believe we haven't thus far?  Is he married?  Mentally derranged?  What?  He also found my Linkedin profile and was checking me out there.  I never gave him my last name but coincidently enough he contacted me in 2008 while I was at my former company to discuss meeting me for a job opportunity, however he really didn't bring the kind of skills we needed for any of our positions.  Could he be nuts.....slow.....I just don't know.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The really weird thing is he follows up with me via text or email every couple of weeks when I've kind of given up on him to rekindle the dialogue.  I'm just not going to answer him the next time he contacts me.  If he wants a piece of this he's going to have to call and ask me out.  Enough of these dumb games.  Ovah it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-4476668815006090099?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/4476668815006090099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/03/anyone-have-one-of-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/4476668815006090099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/4476668815006090099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/03/anyone-have-one-of-these.html' title='Anyone Have One Of These?'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-4955535830184531466</id><published>2011-03-18T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:45:04.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Non-Dating Entitlement Issue</title><content type='html'>One more thing that is bothering me....since I'm in "a mood".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been getting quite a few emails from folks on Linkedin and Facebook &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;telling&lt;/span&gt; me "I need to help them find a job."  This is from people I know and don't know.  Um.....are you paying me?  That'd be a big NO.  I love helping people.  I do.  And I always try to do it.  But I've been getting really frustrated lately because I think people are way too entitled (and folks don't realize that my time is valuable and I have quite a few things going on).  Don't expect my assistance.  Ask for it.  I don't *need* to help anyone.  And I can't help everyone (though I'd like to try).   For some reason I feel like everyone needs my help....needs me to run the show....wants me to take the lead in a relationship......but when is it my turn to be taken care of?  When is someone going to help me?!  I don't ask for it.  Maybe that's my prob.  I think people should ask if they can help me just like they ask what I can do for them.  I always offer my assistance to people.  Always.  But I think a lot of folks just feel that entitlement like they're owed assistance without working for something or paying it forward.  Well, to you I say "bullocks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-4955535830184531466?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/4955535830184531466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/03/non-dating-entitlement-issue.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/4955535830184531466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/4955535830184531466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/03/non-dating-entitlement-issue.html' title='A Non-Dating Entitlement Issue'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-7053481672497413415</id><published>2011-03-18T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:22:41.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impersonal Misters</title><content type='html'>I am currently carrying on text relationships with 5 guys.  FIVE!  I have gone out with a couple of them and some I haven't met as of yet.  I don't consider any of these real relationships because none of them (well....not none but almost none) use the phone anymore.  What happened to getting to know someone by a phone call and in person?  Are dudes just lazy nowadays?  Do they really have no desire to go out but rather *think* that they're actively pursuing someone by texting?  I have no clue but I have to say it's really annoying.  I am not a phone person.  Not at all.  But I'll tell you.....I appreciate it.  I now really desire talking to someone as most of these guys don't want to use the phone.  How do you get to know someone without talking to them and meeting them in person?  I've been out with one of these dudes twice (no chemistry as I don't even KNOW him as all we do is text and meet for coffee (where he only drones on about himself and asks me no questions and/or follow-up questions about me) and text some more).  He text messaged me today and in a roundabout way told me he wasn't doing anything tonight.  When I told him I was "laying low" tonight he texts, "Oh...I should have texted you earlier to see what you were up to."  TEXTED ME EARLIER??  WHY?  TO NOT ASK ME OUT?  TO NOT HAVE TO PICK UP THE PHONE AND GET TO KNOW ME?  SO ANNOYING!  Now, don't get me wrong...once I know someone and like them (or for family members and friends when you just want to ask a quick question or say "hello") texting is fine but when I've either never met you or gone out once??  PICK UP THE DARN PHONE AND GIVE ME A CALL!  How is anyone building a relationship nowadays?  I have no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another guy asked for my digits yesterday and then said, "Do you enjoy texting?"  I didn't answer him (In my profile it plainly states I am not looking for an email and/or text buddy.  If you're interested pick up the phone, let's have a quick chat and ASK A GIRL OUT).  Today I received numerous texts from him with no mention of him giving me a call.  Over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dating world is in the crapper.  In the crapper, I tell you.  Hrumph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-7053481672497413415?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/7053481672497413415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/03/impersonal-misters.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7053481672497413415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7053481672497413415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/03/impersonal-misters.html' title='Impersonal Misters'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-6201172341088166369</id><published>2011-03-11T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T18:43:05.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe The Lunatic Is Right?</title><content type='html'>What is it with guys pursuing me....telling me they want to talk to me/meet me and then going MIA?  Why even go after me?  Why take the lead and say you want to get to know me and then never follow up?  I know the Lunatic was/is a lunatic but in a way I understand that he's frustrated.  I'm frustrated too.  Or going out with a guy and then him sending text after text after the date but never picking up the phone to call or ask me out again.  Why continue to text me?  Why say you're interested if you're obviously not?  Who cares?  Just don't send me a text after we meet.  Don't ask for my number if you never intend to call.  I mean....come on.  Maybe this is the way dudes are doing it in 2011?  Is this the future of dating?  Are guys just lazy?  Are they all disinterested?  If this is the future, I want no part of it.  I'd rather go out with my friends.  The prob is, I can't decipher who's a good guy and who's a chain yanker anymore.  They all start out with potential and then after a couple of days they turn into total douche bags....or cheese dicks as the Lunatic had mentioned.  It's very disheartening to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had to get this off my chest....my flat, flat chest.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-6201172341088166369?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/6201172341088166369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/03/maybe-lunatic-guy-is-right.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/6201172341088166369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/6201172341088166369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/03/maybe-lunatic-guy-is-right.html' title='Maybe The Lunatic Is Right?'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-740347207789769288</id><published>2011-03-09T14:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T14:31:52.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lunatic</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to have a date last night with a dude that just moved to Chicago a couple months ago.  He sent me an email and I responded and he admitted to sending a lot of emails out and not getting a huge ROI.  I guess this should have been my first clue that he was gonna be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know the city well and made mention that he'd take a cab to me as long as it wasn't "too far".  I told him I'd just take the bus to him as it'd be easier.  He came back and sent numerous text messages clarifying that he felt bad and would come to me.  I told him it was no big deal....three times.  I had asked him to call me and he never did but I was gonna meet him anyway (for 1 hr as I made mention - a "meet and greet") as my bar is lowered and I gotta take what I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was at work and before I left I checked the site to re-read his profile and another guy who I had talked to months ago sent me an email so we were corresponding.  I logged off and got on the el.  I checked my phone and saw he had sent me an email through the site (which I don't access through my phone) so I didn't think much of it.  Thought it was a "See you later" email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get off the el and get in my car to pick up my dog at daycare and get home at 6:20pm or so.  I notice that I have 3 consecutive text messages from him (sent at 5:24pm).  Now, mind you, we had already confirmed our plans for last night.  Basically they said "You're just like all the rest.  You're probably talking to 40 guys (I WISH I was talking to FOUR guys let alone FORTY)  I knew you wouldn't meet me." etc.  WTF??!!!  I was honestly floored.  I sent him a text saying I was very confused and I thought we were all set for 7:30pm and I'm just reading these texts now as I didn't have my phone on for awhile and blah, blah, blah.....Well, long story short, he felt like an ass and said he was sorry.  I told him I was sorry as well and after reading his texts decided not to meet him.  He said he understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I listened to a vm message he must have sent yesterday...not sure of the time...basically telling me that I'm a horrible person and that I probably wasn't going to meet him anyway (that I set it up but was going to bail...if he only knew) and that I probably wouldn't have liked him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I see he has updated his profile today with these words of wisdom.  I honestly think he could be a murderer.  He's for sure VERY angry at the ladies and I'm lucky I never met him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;None of this matters because none of you ladies will go any farther than  sifting thru your scores of messages from cheese-dick, douche bag guys  without shirts; standing in front of the mirror. I know it pumps up your  ego's...you probably desperately need it since you're coming off a  recently shattered relationship. Im coming off one too, but I don't do  any of that shit. Some normal time with a woman doing some normal, fun  activities is fine with me. I'd settle for 1 woman at a time too. I  don't feel the need to juggle several women at once, lying and saying I  can't go out this night or that night so I can squeeze in other dates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pisses  me off when you all think I'm dumb enough to believe that shit. You  tell me you have to change our date to another night on the phone and  then I see that your online chatting with someone else. Then I send you a  P.O.F. message to you while you're online chatting w/ someone  else...you stop chatting, never answer my message and quickly log off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's  friggin' lame. If you meet someone on here that you're interested in,  then you shouldn't be screwing around making plans with other people  until you decide wether you really are interested or not. Until then,  cut the crap! Just cuz you get 50 messages a day from cheese-dick guys  that are juggling as many women as they can anyway...you can't decide  who you like better, so you can't help but chat w/ the ***holes, b/c  you're ego is so "thrilled" with all the messages you're getting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're  all doing it. Every woman I've met on here was doing it. I could tell.  I'm not retarded. SO F.U., Show me that you have a little integrity and  that you look good enough for a guy at my "level". I know Im not  physically perfect, or even close to it. However, I know I'm a fairly  decent looking guy, so I'm not going to date a woman who's not a fairly  decent looking girl. Plus she should have the moral standards I just  described.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I KNOW I'm a great catch. I'm smart. Have a good  career. Great future. You can actually talk to me and I'll actually talk  back. I'm certainly not vain...yet moderately refined and polite.  There's no reason why I'd have to ask out over 100 women before I get a  yes...Which is the case. I'd love for one of you to tell me why I'm not  (outside of the fact that I'm writing negative in my my profile.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get  your heads outta yer asses and realize that some perfect 10 guy with  intelligence, humor and even money isn't gonna appear in your inbox! A  decent 7 guy with the above qualities most likely already HAS appeared  in the inbox of every woman that is a 7 or better in the greater  Chicago, Buffalo, NY and Rochester, NY areas over the last year. However  you all wouldn't date me...prob. cuz you're waiting for someone out of  your league or b/c ur ego is inflated etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;None of what Im writing  here even matters cuz none of you gals will lift a finger to do a search  and write a guy. Yet, chances are, I probably wouldn't want to be w/ a  person like you anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a catch, right?  RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-740347207789769288?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/740347207789769288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/03/lunatic.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/740347207789769288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/740347207789769288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/03/lunatic.html' title='The Lunatic'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-5935374237109740065</id><published>2011-03-07T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T19:53:33.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chesty</title><content type='html'>I am not a fan of the Online Dating IM feature.  Rarely do I IM anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I got this very special IM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi60613: Hi H&lt;br /&gt;Chi60613: Hi Hun (HUN?!  Attila the Hun???)&lt;br /&gt;**SILENCE......did not respond - had no pic**&lt;br /&gt;Chi60613: Never mind.  You're flat chested anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?????  If he only knew!  I've got a major rack.  Totally made me laugh so I had to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tough out there.  Please wear protective gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-5935374237109740065?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/5935374237109740065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/03/chesty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/5935374237109740065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/5935374237109740065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/03/chesty.html' title='Chesty'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-3650483899387352955</id><published>2011-03-05T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T05:10:20.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Lucky</title><content type='html'>.....I'm lucky because I was "favorited" by a 51 yr old Anglican (Anglican????)  with the profile name of WienerProf.  So....he's a wiener professor....specializing in hot dogs or penises?  Either way, WHY ARE THESE THE GUYS THAT ARE INTERESTED IN ME?  Am I giving off a wiener prof vibe in my profile?  Do my pictures say WIENER?  I'm very perplexed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will ponder this all day and if I come across any answers I will let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh....and in his profile there is no mention to his odd name.  I guess some girls are attracted to and by the wiener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-3650483899387352955?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/3650483899387352955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-lucky.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/3650483899387352955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/3650483899387352955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-lucky.html' title='I&apos;m Lucky'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-1913986728229615270</id><published>2011-03-02T20:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T09:17:15.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Guy</title><content type='html'>Well, it happened.  Tonight I met a man that was old.....er....and like I imagined, I was not into it.  As soon as he walked in I could only think, "I am about to have coffee with my father.  Oh Lord help me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was nice enough....interesting....but there was just zero attraction/chemistry on my end.  I'm not meant to be with someone 8-10 yrs older than me.  I'm just not.  I know I only tried it once but I think it was all I needed to confirm my theory.  Now, check in with me in another 5 yrs and I may be singing a different tune but for this stage in my life I'm sticking with what I like and that's guys that don't have to *act* young and cool because they are young and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, he kept leaning into me like he wanted to tell me secrets and that just made me retract and lean back farther.  I didn't need to know his secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Also, his hair may or may not have been a toupee but if it wasn't it should have been because no man should be rocking that mop top.  In addition, there was definitely a dye job going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus begins my slow demise.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-1913986728229615270?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/1913986728229615270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/03/old-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/1913986728229615270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/1913986728229615270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/03/old-guy.html' title='The Old Guy'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-7876951776249202493</id><published>2011-03-01T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T11:31:50.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting My Chain Yanked</title><content type='html'>So....the MIA dude emails me at 11am today and apologizes as his week has been crazy but he's free to go out tonight.  Tonight?!  This is after I told him twice that I am not available tonight.  Oh...and he started off the email "Hi Sweetie" (I envisioned Kim from the Real Housewives of Atlanta greeting me as "Sweetie!").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chain Yanker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-7876951776249202493?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/7876951776249202493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/03/getting-my-chain-yanked.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7876951776249202493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7876951776249202493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/03/getting-my-chain-yanked.html' title='Getting My Chain Yanked'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-6255683148662890550</id><published>2011-02-28T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T08:21:20.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>I'll never understand.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go out with someone...twice.....they send you an email the next day about what a nice time they had.....and then they go MIA.  MIA!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?!  So disappointing.  I have to admit that my hopes got a bit raised after the email.  I thought this one kinda liked me and then....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nuthin&lt;/span&gt;'.  I'm beyond frustrated.  I hate dating. HATE IT!  This is why people stay in crappy relationships because the alternative is dealing with this nonsense.  Ugh.  I have a few dates lined up this week but I really thought I could have canceled at least one of them.  Now I need to go on all three.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Blech&lt;/span&gt;.  Yes, this is like a job hunt for me.  One day I'll find the right job.  Until then......I'll continue to set up interviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-6255683148662890550?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/6255683148662890550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/02/mia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/6255683148662890550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/6255683148662890550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/02/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-756196354885663779</id><published>2011-02-27T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T21:15:41.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bieber Fever</title><content type='html'>Justin Bieber's parents are 34 and 35 yrs old respectively.  OK....I officially feel like I'm a hundred.  I'm closer to being the Bieb's grandmother than mother.  Oy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!  (I know this post is pretty attractive to prospective dates)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-756196354885663779?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/756196354885663779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/02/bieber-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/756196354885663779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/756196354885663779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/02/bieber-fever.html' title='Bieber Fever'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-7414825426452649827</id><published>2011-02-25T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T11:21:09.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question - Dating Etiquitte</title><content type='html'>If a guy contacts you first and he lives in the suburbs and you live in Chicago, do you think for a first meeting he should offer to come to you?  What if he wants to meet 1/2 way and that half way happens to be 45 mins away?  Do you think this would ever work? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your input!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-7414825426452649827?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/7414825426452649827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/02/question-dating-etiquitte.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7414825426452649827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7414825426452649827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/02/question-dating-etiquitte.html' title='Question - Dating Etiquitte'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-1409725076163166425</id><published>2011-02-23T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T12:02:59.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Aren't You Cute?</title><content type='html'>I went out with a fella the other night (it was actually a second date) and he made mention to the fact that he is looking for a "cute girl - she doesn't have to be beautiful - just cute"......and then he reiterated it, "You know.....like I said....I'm looking for cute - not gorgeous".  Quite obviously he was referring to me.  Should I be offended?  I wasn't at the time but the more time that goes by I am kind of hurt.  I know I'm no Elizabeth Hurley (guys still dig her, right?.....um.....maybe Megan Fox....or Penelope Cruz?) but do I have to be reminded of this?  I really don't think he set out to hurt me.  And I too like a "cute" guy.  I love the boyish look....but I wouldn't tell the person I'm sitting across from at dinner *twice* that I am only interested in cute as opposed to devilishly handsome (however, if Rob Lowe walked into my life today I would be ever so pleased.....people, I have a thing...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....this is my dilemma.  I enjoy this guy's company quite a bit but I don't want to be anyone's second banana.  Actually, most guys that I've dated have never called me "beautiful" or "pretty" so I don't know why this is bothering me so much.  And it's no pity party....I know what I look like - it is what it is (a phrase that I used on my date and he in turn told me that he really dislikes the phrase so I will use it in my DOG as a form of protest) but I can still be affected, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-1409725076163166425?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/1409725076163166425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-arent-you-cute.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/1409725076163166425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/1409725076163166425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-arent-you-cute.html' title='Well, Aren&apos;t You Cute?'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-1505715500439677674</id><published>2011-02-18T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T05:28:45.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, I Know You. I Know You. I Know You.</title><content type='html'>Today it happened.  I was contacted by a guy I worked with at Midway Games.  I knew this would happen eventually and I have to say.....it made me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was single during my time at Midway I believe I would have dated a lot.  There were tons of dudes that I worked with....tons.  I always had the ladies bathroom to myself (and let me tell you.....it was delightful).  Most of these guys are game nerds but come on....they're quirky cute....a lot of them....and then a lot were just nerds....but nerds with a heart of gold....and C++ code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....at first I was a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; but then I realized that Internet dating is so commonplace nowadays that I just need to let my freak flag fly.  Let these dudes find me.  What do I care?  My goal is to find a life long partner and get off of there so if that means someone that I know wants to hang out....then bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, we'll actually go on a date &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; he's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a guy I went out with earlier this week to ask me out again.  He's also cute and we get along well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got it.....the Spring Fever....and it's not even Spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-1505715500439677674?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/1505715500439677674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/02/hey-i-know-you-i-know-you-i-know-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/1505715500439677674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/1505715500439677674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/02/hey-i-know-you-i-know-you-i-know-you.html' title='Hey, I Know You. I Know You. I Know You.'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-7110078462545250188</id><published>2011-02-16T10:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T11:24:54.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Fix Ups</title><content type='html'>Mentioning the sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stache&lt;/span&gt; fix up made me remember that all of my immediate family have fixed me up.  These fix ups were one-offs and have not happened again since my early 20's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Fix Up: I was a Sophomore at Illinois State University and home for Winter break and for a year or so I had heard about how great "Dan Simon" was (please note that although I quote "Dan Simon" there is no doubt that his name is and was Dan Simon.  This is not an alias.) from my father.  Finally, I agreed to go out on a date with this "Dan Simon".  He arrived at my home and I remember my mother's reaction, "He looks like he could be her uncle".  I was 20-21 at the time.  Not only could "Dan Simon" have been my uncle (he was probably only 28 at the time but looked a bit older) but he had a tail......not a butt tail but a hair tail.  I think at one time tails were popular but they were never my gig and this tail he was sporting was definitely not in the "it's cool to sport a tail" era.  We went to the Hob Nob for dinner.  I remember being miserable.  I just wasn't attracted to him at all so to punish myself even more I ordered a spinach salad with no dressing because if I was going to be miserable I was going to be really miserable (one wonders why I need therapy).  After dinner we went to see a movie.  I believe it was "Naked Gun" or some other Leslie Nielsen movie.  After the movie was over we were walking out and who do I see but this guy who I went to HS and College with and actually had made out with, Mike Archibald.  I was mortified.  How would I explain being with this guy who looked like my uncle with the tail?  So....I pretended he wasn't with me.  I AM AWFUL!  I just talked to Mike like I was alone.  Needless to say, I couldn't wait to get home.  Me being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beeaatch&lt;/span&gt; to "Dan Simon" didn't stop him from telling my father that he really liked me.  I think my father had visions of walking me down the aisle to meet "Dan Simon" but alas, I just couldn't see him again.  Ironically, I got mono a few days after my date so I had a good excuse to not have to talk to him again but every time I was sad about not having a boyfriend my father would say to me, "Well, 'Dan Simon" is still available".  I wonder what "Dan Simon" is up to these days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Fix Up: I had transferred to Columbia College and my roommate Darlene and I decided to have a party our senior year.  We invited a lot of people and a lot of people showed up.  It was actually a ton of fun!  I threw one other party later that year and it wasn't nearly as good.  I was excited because a guy who I worked with at Summer Camp (Scottie Paul) was going to be there.  I liked Scottie (Is it Scottie or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt;?  I forget.) a lot and had done so for a full year and a half.  I couldn't believe he was going to be at my abode.  Now, during this time my mother worked at Office Max or Office Depot or some Office store.  I think she did this for a year or two.  Us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Goldmans&lt;/span&gt; love us some office and school supplies.  She told me that there's this really "sexy guy" (Everyone should run for the hills when their mother makes note that some dude is "sexy") who she works with that she wants to fix me up with.  I told her to tell him to come to my party.  Well, it's the night of the party and there I am in the kitchen with Scottie Paul professing my "like" for him when all of a sudden this tall "jean on jean" (jean jacket with a pair of jeans) guy with long hair walks in.  Please note that my mother loves the old Jon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jovi&lt;/span&gt; look so I can see where this guy was sexy to her.  I was not attracted in the least but I was nice to him and showed him around.  I really just wanted to get back to Scottie Paul.  Well, I broke loose from Jean on Jean and maybe 20 minutes later or so he finds me and asks me to go to my back sun room with him.  He wanted to chat so I felt obligated to do so since he was a guest who knew no one.  After about 2 minutes the guy was trying to make the moves on me.  He was ALL HANDS.  I literally had to push him off me.  We were both a little boozy but I remember being a bit frightened.  Needless to say my mother calls right around this time to see how things are going.  "How are things going?" I say to her.  "I'll tell you how things are going.....your 'sexy' fix up just tried to rape me in the back room."  Of course my mother was mortified.  And "rape" was a little harsh....but he definitely tried to paw me down.  I never heard from the dude again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-7110078462545250188?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/7110078462545250188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/02/family-fix-ups.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7110078462545250188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7110078462545250188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/02/family-fix-ups.html' title='Family Fix Ups'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-4632937431677900827</id><published>2011-02-16T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T09:35:13.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Flowers</title><content type='html'>You know what's great when you're not in a serious relationship over Valentine's Day?  Working from home.  I was not at all affected by the Hallmark holiday.  It came and went.  A lot of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; friends posted photos of various flower bouquets that their sweeties gave them and I thought they all looked pretty.  Even though I have been in long-term relationships over Valentine's Day I have only once received (was sent) flowers on this day....from a dude, that is.  I used to get flowers from a gal pal of mine delivered to my place of employment and that was always awkward because everyone would ask if they were from my boyfriend and I'd have to say "no -  they're from my lady friend".  I'm sure a few folks had some serious questions about my "status".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been out on a couple dates over the last few days and both actually went well but I'm not sure what will come of them.  One was with a guy I met quite a few months ago.  This date went much better than the first but I still don't know if there's that spark.  The other date was with a guy that could be right up my alley.  Still too soon to tell.  I'm hoping we'll go out again.  He made mention to the fact but you never know until you have something scheduled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than this I have quite a few people mentioning they have some fix ups for me.  Now....I have not been fixed up in a really long time (one time about 17 yrs ago my sister fixed me up with an older guy who had a mustache and a special mustache comb....and I was 24) .  I often fix a lot of my friends up (or try to) but not a lot of people return the favor.  Maybe I'm not fix-up-able?  In any case, at least my name is being brought up in discussion.  Who knows if I'll ever actually meet these fellas but it's always nice to be thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying the warmer weather (40 feels like a heat wave) and it'll make my running much more enjoyable.  Did I mention I signed up for a half marathon?  Well, I did.  Lord help me, but I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking A-OK.....for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-4632937431677900827?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/4632937431677900827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/02/lady-flowers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/4632937431677900827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/4632937431677900827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/02/lady-flowers.html' title='Lady Flowers'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-1334569284571225713</id><published>2011-02-14T05:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T05:52:51.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VD</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day to all the LOVAHS out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-1334569284571225713?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/1334569284571225713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/02/vd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/1334569284571225713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/1334569284571225713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/02/vd.html' title='VD'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-8891131846239117740</id><published>2011-02-10T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T16:06:48.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sincere Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 id="message_heading"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This is a good read sent to me today by a suave gentleman.  I'm telling you....the bar is set LOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 id="message_heading"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sincere Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="timestamp"  &gt;Feb 10, 2011 – 8:17pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Please  be patient this is so awkward for me. It was your sincere profile that  moved me to message and I completely understand if you don’t respond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some  of my thoughts…. Kids are our garden to cultivate and watch grow..   I  want my next relationship to be so good, so full of love, with deep  understanding and nothing but sincerity for each other…. It is amazing  how far out in the ocean San Francisco is….How good our domestic animals  are for us they are a blessing…..unbelievable that Mick Jaeger still  doing it….Poor Cubs still have no World Series how is that possible?…all  those people in New York City… God Bless America  is one of my favorite  songs now….It cost $15 to cross the Sanibel Island Bridge….when did  corrupt politics become the in thing to do?….without God we couldn’t  make it another day…all I ever really needed to know I learned from my  friends at 10...forget the Moon a cure for Cancer now there is a space  program to fund!      Sincere lady can you tell me your thoughts?  It is  scary and makes you vulnerable too. I understand the risk but I would  be thrilled if you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-8891131846239117740?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/8891131846239117740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/02/sincere-lady.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/8891131846239117740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/8891131846239117740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/02/sincere-lady.html' title='Sincere Lady'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-5047849951294785263</id><published>2011-02-06T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T12:45:37.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Couple Of Dori Nuggets</title><content type='html'>1) I was asked by a gentleman (sight unseen) if I'd like to marry him and he added (I'm not kidding).  He's CUTE: 29, from Turkey and studying in Milwaukee (international biz since 2006).  I'm sure this is a green card deal but honestly.....I'm not ruling it out.  And I may call him a Jive Turkey just to see what his reaction will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Someone I went out with months and months ago (Romanian....and Hungarian....and CUTE) recontacted me to see if I'd like to go out again.  Even though I find him really adorable I don't think we connect on a communication level....but I'm totally gonna see him again....cuz that's how I roll.  He's 34.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Someone who loves the Lord....like, LOVES the Lord sent me a "Hi" message.  When I went to read his profile, it's all about Jesus.  I'm sure he saw I was Jewish (as I make no bones about it in my profile) and thinks I'm destined for Hell so he contacted me wanting me to read his words of "wisdom" to save me.  I emailed him to ask if he meets a lot of girls that share his view of the Lord and wanted to reiterate that I'm Jewish and not religious.  Thus far I have not heard back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I was told I look like Debra Messing (who I love!).....by a broad.  Why can't guys make this comment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) A guy that contacted me months ago but started dating another girl got back in touch with me to go out....but he hasn't set a date.  I think he's yanking my chain and I don't like my chain yanked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Talking to one other fella (small change) who in one of his pics is with a guy that asked me out years ago.  I won't bring it up until we meet (IF we meet).  I just find it a little off-putting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're watching the Super Bowl today I hope your team wins.....you know which team I'm talking about.....right!  (Please note that I am not referring to any team as I could care less who wins: Go Bears!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-5047849951294785263?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/5047849951294785263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/02/couple-of-dori-nuggets.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/5047849951294785263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/5047849951294785263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/02/couple-of-dori-nuggets.html' title='A Couple Of Dori Nuggets'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-1155004001511834880</id><published>2011-02-04T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T15:43:28.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want No Part Of Your Two And A Half Man</title><content type='html'>Every time I get a little down that I haven't found the right guy, I think "I could have wound up with Charlie Sheen" and that makes me feel a lot better.  Now mind you, I have never met Charlie Sheen nor do I care to but my heart goes out to the women who have.  This guy is a piece of work.  Who could put up with him?!  I think I'm hard to deal with....try dealing with a narcissistic drug fueled porn star doer as the father of your children.  This guy is 45 years old.  FORTY-FIVE and he acts like a 25 yr old.  In fact, most 25 yr olds don't even act like that.  This guy is a millionaire a million times over and what does he do with all his earnings?  Spends it on coke, booze and prostitutes.  And women find this attractive????  Why????!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a dream that an ex-boyfriend asked me to marry him....with a ring that had 2 small rhinestone balls on a silver band.  THIS IS WHAT I DREAM?!  I don't even get a good ring in my dream.  I'm a mess, people...a mess....but at least I'm not dating Charlie Sheen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-1155004001511834880?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/1155004001511834880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-want-no-part-of-your-two-and-half-men.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/1155004001511834880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/1155004001511834880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-want-no-part-of-your-two-and-half-men.html' title='I Want No Part Of Your Two And A Half Man'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-9035120522940320634</id><published>2011-01-30T11:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T11:25:28.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Made Eyes At a Homeless Man (Not A Joke)</title><content type='html'>This morning I was walking my dog and around the corner a gentleman approached.  From a distance he seemed handsome....longish hair, tan and a bit rugged.  I looked up and kind of gave him my "sparkle eyes".  As he approached I got a good look: skin was really dark like he spent a lot of time outside....you know...like shoe leather rough...and the hair was tangled.....he also had a dirty beige coat and a look about him that screamed "I may kill you".  I *think* he was homeless.....or down on his luck.  But he was kinda cute.  I'm telling you...my standards are LOW these days.  L-O-W.  If he would have asked, I may have bought him a coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-9035120522940320634?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/9035120522940320634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-think-i-made-eyes-at-homeless-man-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/9035120522940320634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/9035120522940320634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-think-i-made-eyes-at-homeless-man-not.html' title='I Think I Made Eyes At a Homeless Man (Not A Joke)'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-8721940501728924672</id><published>2011-01-26T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T19:56:14.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ad Hominem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A guy contacts me and it says he's 44.  He tells me he's really 48.  When I inquire as to why he didn't list his true age in his profile and telling him that I have a friend that met someone that was 8 yrs older than what he was and subsequently wasn't truthful about a few other things (I also inquired as to if his pictures are recent) he tells me he thinks I'm rude and doesn't want to continue having a conversation with me.  Huh.  Was I stepping over the line?  Should I have just accepted that he's older than what he states and not question it?  I think he has something to hide and I called him out....but maybe I'm TOO suspicious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He also taught me a new word: ad hominem - An &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ad hominem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latin" title="Latin"&gt;Latin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: "to the man"), also known as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;argumentum ad hominem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, is an attempt to link the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Validity" title="Validity"&gt;validity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Premise" title="Premise"&gt;premise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to a characteristic or belief of the person advocating the premise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: arial;" id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ad_hominem#cite_note-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The ad hominem is a classic logical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fallacy" title="Fallacy"&gt;fallacy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: arial;" id="cite_ref-one_1-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ad_hominem#cite_note-one-1"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;2&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  but it is not always fallacious; in some instances, questions of  personal conduct, character, motives, etc., are legitimate and relevant  to the issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-2" class="reference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ad_hominem#cite_note-2"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But he wrote "a ad hominem" as opposed to "an ad hominem" but I knew bringing that up would really be too much.  See....I'm not that bad.  Am I????  Don't answer that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Date Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-8721940501728924672?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/8721940501728924672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/01/ad-hominem.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/8721940501728924672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/8721940501728924672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/01/ad-hominem.html' title='Ad Hominem'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-4653274116508928782</id><published>2011-01-25T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T09:26:54.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Fathers</title><content type='html'>I think I'd be a great step-mom.  Problem is, I rarely get contacted by guys with kids.  Should I list in my actual profile the fact that I'm open to divorced fellas with rug rats (and I'd totally use this exact wording...I mean, why not, right?)?  I actually would like a guy who has younger children but if he had teenagers I think I'd be OK....I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I'm putting it out there in the universe.....dudes with kids are A-OK with me.  Bring it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh...also, more and more I feel that professional guys are the way to go for me.  I used to think that I'd be OK with ANYONE....a tradesman.....but the more I think about it I do believe that I'm better with a white collar.  But what the Hell do I know??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys Boys Boys Boys Boys.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-4653274116508928782?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/4653274116508928782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-fathers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/4653274116508928782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/4653274116508928782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-fathers.html' title='Hello Fathers'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-3723555977318334477</id><published>2011-01-20T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T14:33:53.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right On</title><content type='html'>Last night I had one of those painful, roll my eyes, I can't wait for this conversation to end calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dude I had given my number to gave me a "shout out" and the convo went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude:  Hi.  I'm sorry that I can't really talk but I didn't want you to think that I'm an ass so I'm calling but I'm on my way to the gym but I just don't have a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's OK.  You can call me over the weekend or another time if that works better.&lt;br /&gt;Dude: Right on.  It's just that I've been bombarded by girls recently.  I just joined on Saturday and I feel obligated to talk to everyone.  I'm not one of those post a shirtless pic kind of guys.  I'm educated and a good person.  Don't get me wrong.  I'm not a boyscout but I'm also not an ass.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um....you contacted me.&lt;br /&gt;Dude:  Right on.  Let me ask you a question....there's this woman who's 10 yrs older than me and has a kid.  I told her that she can come to my open mic night and within one hour she has a sitter.  Well, I decide not to go because I'm so tired.  Do you think I owe her anything?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um...well, a phone call would be nice to let her know that you aren't going to make it but other than that it's her choice to book a babysitter.  It's probably a disappointment to her but you guys haven't met so it's not like you owe her anything.   Maybe she can plan a night out with her friends?&lt;br /&gt;Dude: Right on.  It's just that all these women keep writing to me.  I really just want to get into my jacuzzi and have a soak because it's too much.&lt;br /&gt;Me: So, listen....drive safe and when you have some time give me a call.....&lt;br /&gt;Dude.  Right on.  Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone number will be screened from here on out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating. Is. Tough.  Online Dating. Is. Really. Tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-3723555977318334477?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/3723555977318334477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/01/right-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/3723555977318334477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/3723555977318334477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/01/right-on.html' title='Right On'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-4027620784653658556</id><published>2011-01-18T09:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T09:26:57.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I See You</title><content type='html'>I have a home date coming up.  Not mine but his.  So would that technically be considered an away game?  In any case....I'm nervous.  I think this is a big step.  Is it make or break?  Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dating someone new, is seeing them once a week good or bad?  I'm used to spending a lot of time with my paramour but as I've gotten older I haven't sweated more sporadic get togethers.  Is this bad?  Does this mean I don't like him?  I fear that we can't build the kind of momentum that we need by only seeing each other once in awhile.  But so far it hasn't hindered my feelings....well, maybe it has as I still haven't made up my mind if he's a keeper....and I'm going to venture a guess that he feels the same way.  When do you turn the switch to see each other more often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....Saturday is going to be a big day for us.  I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating is scary.  Not fun.  This much I know is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-4027620784653658556?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/4027620784653658556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-see-you.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/4027620784653658556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/4027620784653658556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-see-you.html' title='I See You'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-3129390426922314629</id><published>2011-01-16T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T11:03:06.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Or Not</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been out with someone that you were confused by?  Confused in the way that you weren't sure how attractive they are?  A profile can really make or break a face.  Turn to the left and you're pretty good looking but when you turn right it's a whole other story.   I believe Seinfeld did an episode on this.  I feel like I might be living a Seinfeld episode.  Head on we are all good but if I catch you looking to the right then we might have a situation.  I say, let's just keep all our interaction looking at each other straight on.  Then we may have a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonder I'm even allowed to meet potential suitors to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-3129390426922314629?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/3129390426922314629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/01/hot-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/3129390426922314629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/3129390426922314629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/01/hot-or-not.html' title='Hot Or Not'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-1687454120057584900</id><published>2011-01-07T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T22:44:30.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is Nothing Like A Dame</title><content type='html'>You know what I enjoyed tonight?  The ladies.  Not like I "enjoyed" the ladies but I had some great conversations with some awesome women and it really made me happy.  Good gal pals will listen, commiserate, offer advice and call you on your sh*t.  Yes, Deanna....I am "jaded" but I'm HONESTLY trying not to be.  In a way it gave me hope.  Hope that I will find my guy.  I know he's out there.  I may have already met him.  You never know.  Tonight made up for the below email I got last night from a class act:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lol omg, if there were less superfical ppl like you, this world would be  such a better place... and word of advice... lose some weight, then you  wont get guys just looking to get laid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF???!!!!  At first I thought he was complimenting me on not being superficial (or superFICAL as he likes to spell it).  But then he made mention of my weight (What a special guy, huh?!) so I was thrown.  Complimentor or A-Hole?......Complimentor or A-Hole?.....Hmmmmm.....A-HOLE.  Yes.  I've made up my mind.  He's an ASS............and I'm meeting him for a drink on Tuesday.  I KID!!!!  I KIDD!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, guys like this make me jaded....but then a night like tonight makes me a little less....a teensy eensy bit less but less nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-1687454120057584900?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/1687454120057584900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/01/there-is-nothing-like-dame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/1687454120057584900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/1687454120057584900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/01/there-is-nothing-like-dame.html' title='There Is Nothing Like A Dame'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-8023077907601713750</id><published>2011-01-04T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T21:24:09.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Ladies Listen Up</title><content type='html'>Please let this DOG be a warning to all you young ladies out there.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT STAY WITH A GUY IF HE TELLS YOU HE DOES NOT SEE/MIGHT NOT SEE A FUTURE WITH YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me reiterate: DO NOT STAY!  He won't change his mind.....He won't marry you and/or see a future with you "eventually".  He is just not that into you.  Don't waste years of your lives on guys like this like I did.  I'm 41 and SINGLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been running into a lot of dames (like myself) lately that are "women of a certain age" and either divorced or never married.  Why?  Because they chose the wrong guy.  My life has been a huge learning experience.  I'm finally realizing that I deserve more (as do all of you....all of you 2-3 readers out there).  When I fall in love I fall hard....but my mistake has been blindness...and deafness.  I see/saw the warning signs.  I heard the declarations of "yeah....you're nice" when I proclaimed love.  The avoidance when trying to discuss the future.  The self proclaimed "I like being alone and will probably be a nomad for the rest of my life."  And you know what happens to these guys?  As soon as they break up with you they find someone else and form a lasting bond with them leaving you to feel sorry for yourself.  Well....I claim ENOUGH!  I'm here to teach the next generation of women that you deserve more!  Stop only looking for a guy who's easy on the eyes and an unemotional imbecile and start looking for depth.....honesty, kindness.....someone that ADORES you and will always put you first.  Heed my warning as I can't reiterate this enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK....just had to get this off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now....back to your regularly scheduled program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-8023077907601713750?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/8023077907601713750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/01/young-dames-listen-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/8023077907601713750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/8023077907601713750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/01/young-dames-listen-up.html' title='Young Ladies Listen Up'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-3548333182434945981</id><published>2011-01-04T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T12:41:53.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not The Size Of The Boat It's The Motion Of The Ocean</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I take a quick moment to check my online dating sites while working if I see I received a message(s).  I usually only stay on for a minute (at most) and then log right off.  During this time I more than likely get an instant message from some whack job saying "hi" to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's doozy went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot: Hi.  Did you get my message?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um no.  I'm only checking in for a minute as I'm at work and can't IM.&lt;br /&gt;Idiot:  Oh, because I wanted to know if you'd consider a friend with benefits situation. (Oh, we got a situation alright)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh no.  But thanks for asking.&lt;br /&gt;Idiot: Really?  Not even an attractive 26 year old hung guy like myself&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ha!  No thank you but all the best to you. (I'm sure he thought the "hung" tidbit would really perk my interest and I'm not gonna lie....for a second it did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.....still seeing one fella that is of quite a bit of interest to me so as of this writing I'm happy.  Tomorrow?  Could be a whole other story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-3548333182434945981?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/3548333182434945981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-not-size-of-boat-its-motion-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/3548333182434945981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/3548333182434945981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-not-size-of-boat-its-motion-of.html' title='It&apos;s Not The Size Of The Boat It&apos;s The Motion Of The Ocean'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-6734641348210574725</id><published>2011-01-02T20:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:27:14.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year Of Contradictions</title><content type='html'>So it's 2011.  I have a good feeling about this year.  (I actually don't but I thought I'd try and fake positivity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cleaning house and also trying to build on potential possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irons are in the fire and I hope to have some updates soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New decade = new attitude (Actually it's the same piss poor attitude but again....I'm a faker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-6734641348210574725?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/6734641348210574725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-of-contradictions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/6734641348210574725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/6734641348210574725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-of-contradictions.html' title='A New Year Of Contradictions'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-7235100602327130072</id><published>2010-12-23T15:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T15:11:02.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>I thought this was funny so wanted to share - please keep in mind there was a picture of 2 wine glasses attached to the message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  How are you 2nite? Are you ready 4 Xmas? lol..                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes sirree.....I'm ready for Christmas - LOL LOL LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad the question of my readiness for the holiday made him "laugh out loud" and I hope it does you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my DOG to your DOG (anyone else who reads this write a dating blog???) HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!  LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!  (I heard from the fella the other night and we're going out again...yay!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-7235100602327130072?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/7235100602327130072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/12/lol.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7235100602327130072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7235100602327130072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/12/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-4303477430743584856</id><published>2010-12-22T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T21:12:06.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience Is An M-F'in Virtue</title><content type='html'>You go out with someone and have a good time.  You say goodbye and then.....you wait.  You wait to see if that person will contact you again.  You run every detail of the date over and over in your mind.  You start second....third guessing yourself.  Should I have said that?.....Not said that?.....Said more?  You wait  How long do you wait?  How long do you wait before you move on?  Should you call?....email?....text?.....or just wait?......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating is fun!  Oy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-4303477430743584856?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/4303477430743584856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/12/patience-is-m-fin-virtue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/4303477430743584856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/4303477430743584856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/12/patience-is-m-fin-virtue.html' title='Patience Is An M-F&apos;in Virtue'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-5995428733400411637</id><published>2010-12-17T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T13:32:04.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>William6969</title><content type='html'>William6969....what is your deal?  You contact me on 2 different dating sites but don't remember us emailing?  You use words like "Kisses" and "thinking of you............wish you were here next to me."......"counting the minutes to see you............ I will be your man."....You title your email "Us".  But you don't remember emailing me?!  Do you remember me telling you that I don't feel comfortable hearing those things HAVING NEVER MET YOU?!  Do you remember me emailing that I'm not interested continuing to email?  Maybe the next site you contact me on you'll remember.  Or maybe not and I'll get another stunner of correspondence from you.  Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice holiday, William6969.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-5995428733400411637?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/5995428733400411637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/12/william6969.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/5995428733400411637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/5995428733400411637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/12/william6969.html' title='William6969'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-676789372044185681</id><published>2010-12-08T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T09:16:47.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Gotta Be Fast To Date</title><content type='html'>Ah speed dating.....it's been awhile.  And now I know why.  It's painful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went last night with my friend.  Thought it was good that we didn't sit right next to each other otherwise I think we would have been cracking jokes and rolling our eyes at each other all night.  At least this way the fellas had a fighting chance....well, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just put it this way: When one of the most unattractive guys in the room claims that the girls are way better than the men, you know you have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGHLIGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;Ruben: Oh Ruben......nice, short (about 5'4"), talkative.....sold Sony tv's to corporations (had my mother been the one speed dating I think we would have found our match!)....and just an awkward guy.  Nice enough though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk Guy: (Don't remember his name but I think he was wearing a rug) 'nuff said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Was wearing a one piece outdoor jumpsuit like he just came in from working streets and sanitation.  The guy was all jokes.  Said he worked for the Gambino family.....you know....the syndicate.....(Ugh, yeah....I know)....Ah, I'm just kidding (Yep...really funny).  Said he travels....well, I want to go to Miami....then the Caribbean....So, you've never traveled?....No, but in a few months.  Said he lives in Chicago....Oh, where in Chicago?.....Well, I'm moving to Chicago.....in a few months.  Said he likes dogs....Do you own a dog.....No, but I will in a few months....a doberman.  Huh.  A lot is going to happen to Chris...IN A FEW MONTHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observation: I sat on my hands almost the whole night.  Not sure why I did this but it felt comfortable.  Then I put on gloves.  One part of me did it because my hands were cold.  Another because I was afraid of getting germs from the dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I got 2 matches and these honestly were stretch matches (meaning I stretched it to find a couple guys I would want to see again).  My friend also got 2 matches and lo and behold we both chose the same guy.  We'll see how it all plays out but at this writing I'm not worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be speed dating again....at least not this year (only 3 more weeks left in 2010?...well, you know......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-676789372044185681?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/676789372044185681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-gotta-be-fast-to-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/676789372044185681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/676789372044185681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-gotta-be-fast-to-date.html' title='You Gotta Be Fast To Date'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-362879366326615438</id><published>2010-11-22T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T19:41:22.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Price Of Love</title><content type='html'>Today a dude asked me if I like being taken care of?  Do I like purses and shoes?  If so, he'd like to "take care of me".  I told him I had a good job and that he probably could find someone else who'd appreciate his gifts more than I.  He's 31 and looking for casual sex but will make it worth your while by buying you a nice pair of shoes.  I'm sure at least one of my loyal readers will find this arrangement to be fabulous, but I just don't.  Not only does someone asking me this not appeal to me but it totally turns me off.  Now....if he asked me if he could buy me unlimited sushi then we may have had a deal.  But a pair of Manolos?  Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-362879366326615438?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/362879366326615438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/11/price-of-love.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/362879366326615438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/362879366326615438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/11/price-of-love.html' title='The Price Of Love'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-7647262052426501849</id><published>2010-11-13T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T22:47:19.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Missed You, My DOG!</title><content type='html'>I keep forgetting about my DOG.  I'm sorry.  I'll try and be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATES:&lt;br /&gt;I went out with a 27 yr old dork.  Nice but I think he's a little short of a full house.  I told him I wouldn't be interested in a second date.  (He asked)  I continue to get text messages from him asking how I am and wanting to know if I ever want to meet up again.  Um....the answer is "no" but he just doesn't get it.  I'm being text stalked by a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fella that I never met but emailed a lot with told me he was going to Indonesia so could only meet me on a Sunday (I was out of town at the time) and today I get an email from him telling me he has started seeing someone.  SHOCKING.  This is a fella that is recently divorced.  He had RED FLAG written all over him so in a way it's a relief I don't have to deal with him but I thought the Indonesia line was complete BS and my theory was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a potential fella.  I like him.  It's shocking because I don't like a a lot of guys (well, I should rephrase that....I don't CLICK with a lot of them).  Anyway, he has this infectious/kind of boisterous personality (and since I'm pretty tightly wound, this could be a good thing for me).  He's upbeat and has ambition.  He seems to be a hard worker.  His type is very different than I usually go for: Blue collar, a little bigger/stockier and he doesn't live in Chicago.  But I really think I could like him.  He's a good guy.  He seems to like me.  He makes me laugh.  He "gets me".  All along I've been saying that I want to find a guy who gets me....who I can really be myself with.  I think that's the most important thing for me.  Am I attracted to him?  I think so.  I am.  Just not like some of the other guys I've dated.  I've been hot for them.  Maybe I'll become hot for this one.  I hope so.  It's new but it seems like we both want to see where it goes.  I will continue to meet other guys until I know for sure but at least there's potential.  Haven't had potential in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Me!  (No more caps....at least for now)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-7647262052426501849?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/7647262052426501849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-missed-you-my-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7647262052426501849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7647262052426501849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-missed-you-my-dog.html' title='I Missed You, My DOG!'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-8808333554835404859</id><published>2010-10-29T12:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T12:36:49.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Non-Dating Tidbit Of Info</title><content type='html'>I have large calves.  I'm a large calved girl who likes high boots.  Pretty picture, I know.  Well, when I did some research I found that Zappos carries a nice selection of "large calved" boots.  I was quite pleased and bought myself a fancy pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to put them on and I noticed the tag said "wide shaft".  Yes, loyal readers (all 0 to 5 of you) I shall now refer to my calves as Wide Shafts.  Oy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!  (You know you want to!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-8808333554835404859?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/8808333554835404859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/10/non-dating-tidbit-of-info.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/8808333554835404859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/8808333554835404859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/10/non-dating-tidbit-of-info.html' title='A Non-Dating Tidbit Of Info'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-6954532096959987073</id><published>2010-10-13T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T21:04:55.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ex Husband</title><content type='html'>Well....today the inevitable happened.  I got a package for Don Goldman.  Ah, Don.....I remember you and your mustache well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receiving the package gave me a little tinge in my heart.  Brought back some memories both good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the rub: I was on the phone with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vontage&lt;/span&gt; (Didn't even know who they were....I guess it's a phone company??) for 30 minutes fixing a problem that Don got me involved in.  I guess he wanted to transfer my number to this provider and in the process I was sent a modem.  He used his own credit card but for some reason used my address and phone number.  Trying to get this resolved by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vontage&lt;/span&gt; (is it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vontage&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vonnage&lt;/span&gt;...or Vonage???  I have no clue and frankly have no desire to Google it) was a nightmare.  I talked to customer service &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;imbeciles&lt;/span&gt; who couldn't understand how I wasn't Don Goldman.  They kept asking me to verify my account.  The thing is, I never opened an account.  Don did.  Finally, the problem was resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Don and I still communicated I would tell him this but because we don't I'm forced to DOG about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; Don.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-6954532096959987073?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/6954532096959987073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-ex-husband.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/6954532096959987073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/6954532096959987073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-ex-husband.html' title='My Ex Husband'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-1710746042704315243</id><published>2010-09-28T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T11:02:18.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plasma TV?  Not This Time</title><content type='html'>Here's a story for ya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fella contacts me and seems decent.  A suburban fella.  We're around the same age (he's 1-2 yrs older) and his profile "reads well"....nice pics (though there appeared to be a stain on his shirt but I didn't let it get to me because while desperation dating we let a lot of those "little things" slide). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We email a bit and then exchange numbers.  It takes him awhile to call and when he does he sounds....boring (a lot of them are boring, lemme tell ya but these are DD times so again....I let it slide...)...and kind of depressing.  The guy is very self deprecating.  He was married and now divorced.  He has no money....the biz that he co-owns (kiln repair biz....um WHAT?!) is really slow as the school year just got back in session and that's where they make most of their coin....he lives with a friend of his (rents the basement from him....hello CATCH) and he donates his plasma (yes....you read this correctly) to A) give back to the community as there's no dog shelter by his house and he would normally give back by donating his time to the animals (a very admirable trait in my book!) and B) earn some extra cash ("It's been a slow summer" so he reminded me).  Did you know you can make $20-$25 each time you donate plasma? (He does it once a week)  A lot of drug addicts do it to earn crack money as they're not as stringent on drugs showing up in your plasma.  Huh.  I learn something new every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....I just couldn't stomach talking to him (after 3 times at 15-20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; a piece of these sad conversations I'd excuse myself to do laundry or work....just to get off the phone!  He never once made mention that he'd like to get together so I thought we were going to be phone pals....sad, plasma telling phone pals) and really didn't hear from him for 2 weeks.  Then yesterday, out of the blue I get an email telling me that the ball is in my court (I seem to get a lot of these).  I write back that I didn't feel that he was ever going to ask me out (I seriously don't like wasting time talking to dudes on the phone when I can be meeting them in person.  This is my don't fall in-like theory over email and phone before you meet the person!) so I lost interest.  Well, he writes back this long thing about how I work and do laundry way too much and in HIS opinion I shouldn't.  I write back, "hilarious" and leave it at that (I really was laughing).  He writes me back and I don't read it....just delete it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;That'll&lt;/span&gt; teach him.  Well, I get ANOTHER email today from him.  How he doesn't want any ill will exchanged between us.  Let's just chalk it up to us not being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;compatible&lt;/span&gt;.  Admirable?  Yes.  ANNOYING?  Hell ya.  I could have written back to him again but I just let it go.  And I blocked him.  I have a feeling that if I didn't I'd get another email.....one asking me for my plasma as he needs some more walking around money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK....I now know why I'm single.  I'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-1710746042704315243?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/1710746042704315243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/09/plasma-tv-not-this-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/1710746042704315243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/1710746042704315243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/09/plasma-tv-not-this-time.html' title='Plasma TV?  Not This Time'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-2923934592543948079</id><published>2010-09-18T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T18:56:12.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proposition</title><content type='html'>Some 28 yr old just asked me if I'm interested in a younger guy for "fun".  Not someone who will sleep around but a friend with benies.  Huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just keeps getting better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-2923934592543948079?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/2923934592543948079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/09/proposition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/2923934592543948079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/2923934592543948079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/09/proposition.html' title='Proposition'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-8628027174493211655</id><published>2010-09-10T21:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T22:02:56.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Iran</title><content type='html'>This year I have really gone out of my comfort zone and have been open to dating guys I would have never dated....even last year.  I'm open to short.  I'm open to less attractive.  I'm open to....a more "international" man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I met an Iranian fella.  Literally from Iran and moved here 3 yrs ago.  Yes....I am now a true foreign men dater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fella is quite nice....cute and young....a Doctor....at NORTHWESTERN.....but let me tell you....his fashion sense?  Um.....how shall I put this......very IRANIAN?!  I guess maybe it's how I pictured someone from Iran to dress: Guess polo (the logo was mentioned on the shirt and it was tan/black and splotchy), gold chain, skinny black jeans and light tan pointy shoes.  Plus there was some sort of tan barn jacket that he removed and then put back on as the air got cooler.  Very um......early 90's?  Iranian 90's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's already asked to see me again.  I find him very nice and am interested in his culture but I only see us as friends.  He has no family here and in a way I kind of feel bad for him.  He has one Iranian friend in Chicago and one Jewish doctor friend (wonder what he's all about????!!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did notice he kept looking at my hair....like really studying it.  Not sure what that was all about but maybe I'll ask if I see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice time talking culture and politics but I really felt that there was no click....no connection....at least from me.  This is what I am lacking.  Will I find it?  I hope so.  Now that I feel like I've gone through all the American men in Chicago and moving onto the foreign gents my odds keep getting slimmer and slimmer.....but I do remain hopeful.  At least for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he showed me pictures of his family back in Iran and they're truly lovely.  And Iran?!  Gorgeous!  Made me want to go there (but I know I never will).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh, and he also smelled.....a bit like Reza's or Andies.  He said he really likes to cook.  The scent was kind of off putting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh!  I'm going to be single forever.  I know.  I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-8628027174493211655?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/8628027174493211655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/09/hello-iran.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/8628027174493211655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/8628027174493211655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/09/hello-iran.html' title='Hello Iran'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-3765044102582103841</id><published>2010-09-04T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T17:06:54.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night = Date Night</title><content type='html'>The Ecuadorian.  The Ecuadorian.  The Ecuadorian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This date will either be three strikes you're out or good things come in three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.  My allergies suck and I'm kinda not in the mood.  Perfect for date night, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Help Me....and Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-3765044102582103841?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/3765044102582103841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/09/saturday-night-date-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/3765044102582103841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/3765044102582103841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/09/saturday-night-date-night.html' title='Saturday Night = Date Night'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-1450558237364657669</id><published>2010-08-23T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T10:04:54.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thought</title><content type='html'>You know that guy who married his cat (he may live in Asia, I do believe)?  He may be onto something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-1450558237364657669?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/1450558237364657669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/08/thought.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/1450558237364657669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/1450558237364657669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/08/thought.html' title='A Thought'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-5839407797782192293</id><published>2010-08-22T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T18:11:07.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-5839407797782192293?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/5839407797782192293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/08/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/5839407797782192293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/5839407797782192293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/08/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-3390311928176771009</id><published>2010-08-18T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T21:19:12.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Don Bailey?!</title><content type='html'>You know what's odd?  Getting contacted by someone on an Internet dating site and their first introduction to you has a first AND last name.  I sometimes don't want guys to know my first name let alone my last name.  Why?  Because these are Internet Dating sites and there are a bunch of creeps and crazies out there.  So when Don Bailey contacted me.....I was thrown for a loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past couple of days Don Bailey (B-a-i-l-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;-y - as he reminded me.....It's Bail&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;y) has really confused me.  He wrote me poetry (or some kind of majestic first email: Do I only see you when you walk in the room, are your eyes that engrossingly deep in person, your smile is radiant is it sincere, are you a great conversationalist?......What the F, right?!) upon his intro and then when I questioned if he was for real he replied: I do prefer the formal to the casual especially when courting a woman I hope is an amazing lady and I’ll have enormous respect for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Don Bailey.....really?!  Who writes this stuff??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, of course had my reservations but because I've not really been concentrating on the dating aspect of my life in lieu of work (convenient?  yes!....desperate MAYBE) I made an effort to make a date with Don Bailey.  But because I couldn't talk to him on the phone for longer than a couple of minutes (my phone is crap and Verizon had better give me a new one!) and didn't call him last night (I emailed him instead due to the fact my cell had one then no bars) he said he thought I wasn't interested and has thus not returned my last email.  WHAT?!  Am I in Crazytown????  Who are these guys?!  Because I emailed instead of called you think I'm not interested? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need a break.  I do.  I need a break from the Don Baileys of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any single NORMAL, cute, witty guys out there?  ANY?!  Or are they all Don Baileys???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-3390311928176771009?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/3390311928176771009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/08/really-don-bailey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/3390311928176771009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/3390311928176771009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/08/really-don-bailey.html' title='Really Don Bailey?!'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-4930020582510199072</id><published>2010-08-13T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T08:39:55.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl Is Anxious</title><content type='html'>Well....been a rather uneventful couple of weeks except for my drama packed Portugal trip.  I keep saying this but it's true: I need a vacation from the vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact that my work schedule has been so hectic, I haven't been able to really delve into dating.  I'm currently corresponding with a ton of fellas but it all seems....fake.  Like nothing will progress beyond email....maybe a phone call?  Unsure.  I really feel that guys are trigger shy.  Just ask me out!  I'm so sick of this emailing/texting nonsense.  ASK THE GIRL OUT.  I have told myself (promised myself?) this go-around that I need/want/seek a guy that is going to pursue me.  Enough of my being the 80% in the relationship.  I want 50/50.....maybe even 40/60.  I want the guy to like-love me more than I do him.  Isn't that the Jody Goldman way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully next week I'll have some more juice to bring to the table (Is that an old Baroque saying?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-4930020582510199072?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/4930020582510199072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/08/girl-is-anxious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/4930020582510199072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/4930020582510199072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/08/girl-is-anxious.html' title='The Girl Is Anxious'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-1084450413306198715</id><published>2010-07-29T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T17:29:57.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dose Of Reality</title><content type='html'>Haven't had a whole heck of a lot of time to date (or write the DOG for that matter) due to the influx of work.  But as I set forth on my vacation I'm looking upon my return as the start of something new.  It's been a lot of disappointment with the fellas: getting my hopes up only to have them squashed the next day.  I know this sounds bleak but honestly that's how it's been.  I keep replaying my motto in my head: It only takes one.  It only takes one.  It only takes one.  I'm so ready for a relationship: falling in love and committing myself to someone else.  Dating is daunting to me.  I really don't like it and haven't had a ton of fun in the process.  I'm a one man girl.  This has been a growing and strengthening (of my self will) experience for me.  I'm just going to remain hopeful that my man is out there.  The one I'm supposed to be with and make happy (and vice versa).  I look forward to this happening.  I just wish it would happen sooner rather than later but I've got patience...some patience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I set sail (well, really set flight) I bid you all adieu.  I wish you all happiness in your relationships and look forward to starting mine.....SOON, damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-1084450413306198715?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/1084450413306198715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/07/dose-of-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/1084450413306198715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/1084450413306198715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/07/dose-of-reality.html' title='A Dose Of Reality'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-177719798870940177</id><published>2010-07-24T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T09:41:58.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Analyzer</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's taken me so long to write a post (I'm sure my loyal 5-6 readers have been awaiting this post with baited breath) but I have been in a work haze!  I finally have a moment to gather some thoughts and write about something that may be a problem for me...The Analyzer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am set to embark on another date and while I have hope that it's going to go well, I also know that things bug me and it probably won't be all that great.  (I'm such an optimist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second time I have come up with a list of restaurants for my impending fella to choose from and like the last time, I got a full on analyzed email back as to why he's choosing the place that we'll be going to.  Why?!  Why do I need to know why this restaurant may be too heavy while this one too messy?  Just tell me which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FRIGGIN&lt;/span&gt; restaurant you want to meet me at come 8pm.  I don't need to know details.  Also, if my choices are not to your liking THEN COME UP WITH YOUR OWN!  I'm kind of tired of taking the reigns.  I've had to because some of the dudes that I've come across seem like Backseat Bobs (not to be confused with the Backstreet Boys) but these are the guys that are interested in me so I either go with it or don't go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life right now is not all that rosy.  With work being so crazy and not having the personal life in order, everything that is bad is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;magnetized&lt;/span&gt;.  Luckily, I'm getting out of Dodge for a week and this just may be the trick to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rejuvenating&lt;/span&gt; myself and my attitude.  I feel like these past 4 months have been a real struggle for me but I'm trying to stay positive and hope that the last part of 2010 will be better than the first part.  I'm TRYING to believe this.  TRYING, TRYING, TRYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a funny dame, I tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-177719798870940177?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/177719798870940177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/07/analyzer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/177719798870940177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/177719798870940177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/07/analyzer.html' title='The Analyzer'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-5296290857842504035</id><published>2010-07-17T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T08:43:35.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Gem</title><content type='html'>From the same fabulous fella that brought us this gem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Very pretty pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Different looks but when you doll yourself up and those cheekbones come out, watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Has struck again with this accolade:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I DO LOVE the lipstick!  So many women go without. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giddy with excitement as I truly think he could be the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-5296290857842504035?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/5296290857842504035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-gem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/5296290857842504035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/5296290857842504035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-gem.html' title='Another Gem'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-8704166652329510385</id><published>2010-07-10T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T12:53:57.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save The Drama For Yo Mama!</title><content type='html'>A trend I've been noticing on the Internet dating sites is men looking for women with "no drama".   I'm telling you....6 out of 10 (well, I kind of did my own mock research and the American Dental Association may have different figures) have written this phrase.  What the heck does this mean?!  I've thought and thought about it and as I read this request over and over I think they mean that they want an easy breezy relationship with a "yes girl" and don't want to have to work at the relationship at all.  WTF?!  Is this even possible? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this is why a lot of men stay single.  They're afraid of any sort of rumble in the jungle.  I've had friends of mine whose boyfriends had broken up with them in the past due to confrontation only to get right back together with them as, to me, this is an unrealistic request.  Now, if a dame comes to the table with a gun toting ex who's out to kill the new man in her life then yes...that would be construed as "drama".  But if a guy isn't looking for a girl to have an opinion on things or doesn't stand up for herself in the relationship then that's just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came from my mama and the Goldmans are all about the drama.  In reality, I've mellowed over the years and compromise (especially in a boyfriend relationship) has become a pseudo middle name of mine but there are definitely things I won't bend on and if this is considered drama then I may be single for a long time.  Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tons of these guys need to write it in their dating profile headers or you read it in the very first few sentences of their profile then I guess there is a lady drama problem in America.  Who knew?  And will the Chase Community Giving program also include this non for profit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-8704166652329510385?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/8704166652329510385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/07/save-drama-for-yo-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/8704166652329510385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/8704166652329510385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/07/save-drama-for-yo-mama.html' title='Save The Drama For Yo Mama!'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-5639561721945160331</id><published>2010-07-06T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T21:19:53.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quisieras salir conmigo?</title><content type='html'>You know who contacts me a lot on the Internet?  Foreigners.  Not like dudes direct from India but fellas who have moved here and are working Americans and are now looking for love.  You know what I like about the Foreign (Romania, Hungary, Ecuador, Iran) man?  He's not age discriminatory.  I get contacted by a lot of 28-36 year olds (American Americans who contact me are usually 50+ and are sporting a mustache).  What's not good about this group?  They have terrible grammar and spelling.  I will only correspond with a working professional Foreign American but sometimes it's tough.  And tougher?  Phone conversations.  Also, the ones I've come across are kind of egotistical and think you should talk and go out with them right away.  They don't understand that you may have plans....or other dates and have to see them 1-2 days out.  And a lot of them call you "Beautiful" and "Sweetie" without ever meeting/really knowing you.  That bothers me.  But again....I'm opening myself up to different people.  I'm an equal opportunity dater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one of them will be a good egg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the Foreign Exchange Student......18 years and up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-5639561721945160331?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/5639561721945160331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/07/quisieras-salir-conmigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/5639561721945160331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/5639561721945160331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/07/quisieras-salir-conmigo.html' title='quisieras salir conmigo?'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-684101609607344127</id><published>2010-07-04T17:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T17:25:26.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fourth Of July Treat</title><content type='html'>For the 4th of July I would like to leave you, my faithful readers with this email I received from an Internet dating site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Very pretty pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Different looks but when you doll yourself up and those cheekbones come out, watch out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are special, aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Independence day one and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-684101609607344127?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/684101609607344127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/07/fourth-of-july-treat.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/684101609607344127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/684101609607344127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/07/fourth-of-july-treat.html' title='A Fourth Of July Treat'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-7361267955514551790</id><published>2010-07-01T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T10:56:14.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matchmaker Matchmaker Make Me A Match...</title><content type='html'>The question is: Do I invest in a Matchmaker to help me with my love search?  I have reached out to one.  She's an old broad.  Been doing this type of biz for a long time.  She's been on TV and has a good rep.  But here's the rub (I hate that phrase FYI), she can't guarantee she's going to find me my mate.  I can invest a lot of dinero and come out of it with nothing.  She said she's another venue.  She recommends that I continue to do the Internet and network thang.  I see what she's saying.  The other thing I found HILARIOUS was that she has confirmed what I've been telling my friends for awhile: I'm old.  She confirmed it.  Guys don't want 40.  Guys 60 may want 40 but guys 40 don't want 40.  THIS is what I've been trying to explain to everyone.  It's not as easy for me as it was finding a dude 4-5 years ago.  40 is a curse.  41 is even tougher and so on and so on and so on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't want to get too down about this whole process but it actually was a relief for someone to confirm what I've been saying and thinking all along.  The older we get the harder it is to meet someone.  The pool that I'm swimming in now is smaller than a kiddie pool....it's like a puddle.  So I need to act and act fast if I'm ever really going to find someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing she told me is to have a goal.  I should have the goal of marriage.  When I told her that wasn't my main thing she told me to change that thinking and have it be.  She was really insistent.  Definitely like a pushy Jewish mother/grandmother.  Oh...and she thinks Patty Stanger (Millionaire Matchmaker) is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has had some good success fixing people up.  She told me that no matter what happens that once I meet her I'll be on her mind.  Even if she can't find me the one this year she'll keep me in mind in case she comes across someone for me in the future.  "Once a client always a client".  Not sure I believe any of this or if I'll even do it but this much I know: I like investing in myself.  I don't live an extravagant lifestyle (my biggest purchase is travel) and the number one goal of my life is to find a man that I click with and be happy so why wouldn't I try this?  It's just one other way (an expensive way true...) to try and fine The One.  And I only need One.  Right now I have NOptions and that doesn't sit too well with me.  So....I will think about it and let you know if I decide to make the plunge.  Right now I'm leaning towards 'yes' but tomorrow it could be a different story.  If there are any takers before I take the plunge let me know NOW.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-7361267955514551790?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/7361267955514551790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/07/matchmaker-matchmaker-make-me-match.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7361267955514551790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7361267955514551790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/07/matchmaker-matchmaker-make-me-match.html' title='Matchmaker Matchmaker Make Me A Match...'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-852564219280669732</id><published>2010-06-25T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T17:26:52.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DUDley Do Right</title><content type='html'>So today I had lunch with a Dud.  A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bonafide&lt;/span&gt; D-U-D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bucktown&lt;/span&gt; and as I'm walking up to him I notice not one but two earrings in his ears.  Now, they weren't hoops or any kind of Basketball Wife earrings (I'm sure none of you will get this reference but if you're like me - which I know most of you aren't - and you were a viewer of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;VH&lt;/span&gt;1-s Basketball Wives, you would note that those dames had some diamond hoops the size of.....well, basketball hoops) but they were studs....and there were two of them.  Not a bother to me, just a "huh".  He didn't highlight them on his profile pictures so they kind of threw me for a.....LOOP.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in for the hug because that's my usual M.O. and he kind of gave me the fish hand pat on the back.  BAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat down for lunch and after asking him some questions and kind of settling in I noticed that unless I would keep the conversation going that we were going to sit in complete silence!  AWKWARD.  So I had to really think and the fact that I was not feeling well (think I have yet another bought of food poisoning!) but had to really concentrate did not bode well for me.  We ordered and after the food arrived I could only eat half and then had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom.  Now, it wasn't a catastrophe or anything like that so I didn't take a long time.  I came back to the table (noticed he had finished his meal) and I again initiated conversation (not once did he ask me a follow up question or what my view was so I stopped divulging anymore about me and just kept it all about him).  He then excused himself to go to the bathroom when the waitress brought the check over.  I waited a minute or two and then just paid (I had used one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Groupons&lt;/span&gt; and then threw in an extra $5 bones for tax and tip which was cheap but still! and just wanted to be done with it).  I told him I paid and he took a beat and then nonchalantly said, "OK....thanks for lunch".  Needless to say I was DONE.  We got outside and I would have given him another hug but frankly, he didn't deserve it so we both just stared at each other and finally I said...."Take care" and turned around and went on my merry way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's 36.  Has a job (Music teacher) and seemed to be relatively intelligent.....but he had NO game and obviously no sense of humor.  It wasn't a waste of my time as I'm learning a lot about what I want and don't want on these dates but I can definitely chalk it up to one of the dullest and quickest dates of my life (though tea about 6 years ago with a life coach was the shortest: 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OakParkmusicguy&lt;/span&gt; is writing about me in his DOG?  Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-852564219280669732?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/852564219280669732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/06/dudley-do-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/852564219280669732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/852564219280669732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/06/dudley-do-right.html' title='DUDley Do Right'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-908622845471491754</id><published>2010-06-24T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T07:29:39.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Robyn Effect</title><content type='html'>I went out with a cute gentleman the other night and as we're conversing, I noticed that he kept bringing up his "friend".  "My FRIEND and I are looking to start our own company.  "That's funny because that's what my FRIEND tells me."  "I usually meet my FRIEND Wednesday nights after Boot Camp."  And then....my FRIEND became Robyn.  Robyn this and Robyn that.  He has a work wife.  (My friend KCos has a work husband so I kind of stole this from her but am giving her props for the usage)  But I often think that men who are that close to women (one woman) have to like them.  Don't they?  Now, supposedly she's engaged or getting engaged so she's probably not interested in him but who knows.  But I'll bet you anything that this fella is looking for someone (and probably won't stop until he finds her) just like his dear old friend Robyn.  He feels comfortable with her.  In his eyes she can probably do no wrong.  She makes him laugh. She's.....ROBYN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I or any girl compete with that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually date guys that have other guys as their besties.  I've been told by the guys that I date that they prefer that I am not as close with men as I am with women.  I have a few close guy friends...friends that I cherish and would never "go there" with but my best friends are women.  And I don't have one guy bestie that rules my universe so I'm curious about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if I'll see this guy again (hope I will but you never know) but if I do I will definitely be on heightened awareness every time R is mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-908622845471491754?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/908622845471491754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/06/robyn-effect.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/908622845471491754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/908622845471491754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/06/robyn-effect.html' title='The Robyn Effect'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-7386250789117295170</id><published>2010-06-16T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T20:37:46.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Is The Lonliest Number.....But Also The Target Number</title><content type='html'>It only takes one.  That's been my mantra and what I try to keep reminding myself as I go on this LONG journey to find love.  ONE.  Doesn't seem tough, right?  Well you know what??  It is!  It freaking is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could all just click with...everyone.  But we don't.  I sure don't.  So it's disappointing every time I think I've found a potential suitor to come to find that we are not a match.  It's oh so disappointing.  The pool keeps dwindling......maybe it's a puddle now?  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think the invention of Skype and iChat really help in the whole dating/wasting your time process.  Anyone that is on the fence about someone?  SKYPE EM!  You'll find out really quickly if they're right for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case....I have to keep finding joy in other aspects of my life to not become too jaded about the whole thing.  Luckily, I've been keeping really busy and feel like I have a much more social life than when I was in a relationship.  Some of it's forced socialization but a lot of it is me wanting to go out and be with different people.  I've met some really great new friends and still love all my old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days I'm gonna snag me a man....a good man...a good cute man....a good cute smart man....a good cute smart funny man.  And then my life will be complete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh...also, any dude (that you've never met before) that asks you to meet him at 10pm at the Jewel is not a catch.  Am I right, ladies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only takes one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-7386250789117295170?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/7386250789117295170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-is-lonliest-numberbut-also-target.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7386250789117295170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7386250789117295170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-is-lonliest-numberbut-also-target.html' title='One Is The Lonliest Number.....But Also The Target Number'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-138076546422786421</id><published>2010-06-11T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T13:25:41.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cutie Curse</title><content type='html'>You know what I hate?  The term "Cutie".  "Hey Cutie, what's up?"  "How are you doing today, Cutie?"  "I hate raccoons.  What about you, Cutie?"  WHY do men think this is so endearing??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 40.  It doesn't mean I want to be "ma'am-ed" all the time but Good Lord....enough with the CUTIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!  (And get me the Hell off the Internet before I'm cutied to death!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-138076546422786421?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/138076546422786421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/06/cutie-curse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/138076546422786421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/138076546422786421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/06/cutie-curse.html' title='The Cutie Curse'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-8365869221634548057</id><published>2010-06-09T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T08:34:25.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All The Single Ladies...All The Single Ladies....</title><content type='html'>As I've started hanging out with a new crop of single gal pals all in their early to mid 40's I've noticed a trend.....we're all very Sex and the City.  We are (I liken myself to be a cross betwixt all the gals as there's a little Carrie/Charlotte/Miranda and Samantha in me...equally divided, I'd say).  None of us are clamouring to get married in fact most don't think they ever want it.  We are all independent and set in our ways but would like a steady beau in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never thought of myself as very traditional.  I think there were a few years in my late 20's/early 30's that I was DYING to get married.  But why?  And thank God I didn't.  I just liked the idea of marriage but now I like the idea of being with someone that I love and if that comes with marriage or doesn't then I'm OK either way (and living together is another story - if we ever shack up, be prepared for my 3 flat screens and DVR's because they're a' comin with me).  It's nice to find ladies who agree with that since over the last few years I seem to have surrounded myself more and more with dames that long for the babies and marriage.  And there's nothing wrong with that but as I've grown older I long for the connection with a great guy and not the ceremony that surrounds it.  It'd be nice to have but not a requirement at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the by....that SATC2 movie blew!  Just blew.  But it is always nice to see the ladies together.  It's made such an impact on my life (the TV show) and I know has done the same for other women.  Now that 3 out of the 4 are settled down and married, to me....Samantha is the most engaging (Miranda being a close second) character.  But I digress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I think my summary is I'm open to anything.  I just want to find the dude.  The one dude that will be mine.....for a long, long time....anything else is icing on the cake....but I like my cake just plain as too much icing makes me nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-8365869221634548057?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/8365869221634548057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-single-ladiesall-single-ladies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/8365869221634548057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/8365869221634548057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-single-ladiesall-single-ladies.html' title='All The Single Ladies...All The Single Ladies....'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-7451392524854018963</id><published>2010-06-04T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T18:37:05.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling ABC!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish I could be the Bachelorette.  (I also think it's strange that every time I type BACHELORETTE it's underlined like it's spelled wrong.  Is it not a word?   I'm confused.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the reason why:  I don't think you can truly find love with someone in 6-8 weeks and then not see them a lot for 60-90 days.  But I definitely think you can fall in lust/like and see if a real relationship can develop.  The reason why I like the premise is that you're in a concentrated environment.  All those dudes are there for one reason....YOU.  Now I know there are usually some scammers but for the most part all the guys are there for you.  With that being said, I think you can really find someone that you like.  There are no other distractions and you can focus on getting to know the person that is right for you.  Most of the guys that are on the show are there because they fit your criteria.  Instead of having to fend for yourself on the Internet, fix ups, day to day chance encounters, speed dating and matchmakers, you're supplied with a bevy of gents who want to get to know you.  For that I wish they'd consider a 40 yr old gal who won't put on a bathing suit for national TV....won't go in the hot tub....and won't go on dates where I'd have to drive red sports cars.  What I would bring to the table is a sincerity to really try and find potential love,  a funny/sharp wit, and a self deprecating humor that maybe has not been on TV for awhile.  I know this is only a pipe dream but again....I think I'd really thrive in this environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what other environment I'd thrive in?  Arranged marriage.  Bring it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-7451392524854018963?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/7451392524854018963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/06/calling-abc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7451392524854018963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7451392524854018963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/06/calling-abc.html' title='Calling ABC!'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-3434159951689723310</id><published>2010-05-30T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T15:18:08.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Your Sticky Sweet...At Least For Now</title><content type='html'>Why is too nice too.....NOT COOL?  As I found out the other night, sometimes a guy who is OVERLY nice....Trying WAY too hard....is a big turn off.  We all SAY we want a "nice guy"....a "good guy"...but when that dude is standing right in front of you, do you really want him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my theory on this: Yes.  I do want a nice guy.  I want someone who thinks about me and wants to see me and spend time with me and say nice things about my appearance.  Someone who considers me in decisions and makes me a part of his life.  BUT when that person doesn't know me?  Has only met me for an hour and is basically "in like" with me?  That is scary and unappealing.  I have recently come upon this situation and frankly it turned me way off.  At the beginning of a relationship....especially if you don't know the person and you're meeting them for the first time, don't go overboard.  I don't want someone planning our future....getting paranoid if I like them or not.  HELLO!  I'M the one who's supposed to be like that.  Not the guy.  Maybe it's just me?  Ladies...any thoughts?  A little chase never hurt anyone.  But once you both know that you like one another then I don't want any of that distant/guessing crap.  Then we're committed and I like you and you like me and I like thoughtful gifts and sweet nothings whispered in my ear.  But after a first meeting?  No way, Jose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose....wonder what he's doing tonight?  Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want my cake and eat it too?  Yes.  Is this too much to ask?  I don't think so.  Cake....yum....cake AND Jose.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-3434159951689723310?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/3434159951689723310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/05/keep-your-sticky-sweetat-least-for-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/3434159951689723310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/3434159951689723310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/05/keep-your-sticky-sweetat-least-for-now.html' title='Keep Your Sticky Sweet...At Least For Now'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-7141464107157037620</id><published>2010-05-25T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T12:29:48.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Dating Begin!</title><content type='html'>Things are getting hot.  BUT, I always am cautious (just like in my job search) because I know that one day/week things are busy and the next day/week it's ice cold.  For TODAY I've got a few dudes in the mix and it's kind of exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I was really interested in dropped off the face of the earth (um...one day hot and then next day not) so I had to re-group.  Now I've got a few more in the mix.  It does seem that most of the dudes that show an interest live out of state.  And you know what....I'm OK with this.  I'll move.  I will.  I kind of need a new change of scenery anyway.  I'd miss my friends and family FOR SURE, but a few of these guys live close so it's not like CA it's more like MN or MI.  Bring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a date tonight with a potential Chicago fella.  Just don't think he's "the one".  I think going out with multiple dudes (who are not a waste of time but more potentials) is good for me.  That way I'll really know it when I see it...or kiss it.  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....on a totally other tangent.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was approached by a very obvious drug induced gent when I was out walking my dog...in the middle of the day.  He calls from across the street, "Hey Ma'am...Ma'am!" (already I was unimpressed as HELLO....I'm a 40 yr old MISS)  I stop and he runs up to me and gives me what I know is the oldest story in the book: I need money to get on the train....home...to work...etc.  But this guy had some HILARIOUS details.  "I work for IBM.  I need to get to Naperville.  I need $11."  Ha!  Loved it!  I had so many questions and had I not been worried that he would kill me I would have asked them. "Huh...you work for IBM, eh?  So why are you here....in Uptown.....in the middle of the day....in your lady jeans and 'going out' shirt?   What happened to your suit and/or biz casual attire?  All the IBM employees I know are at work....DOWNTOWN....in the IBM building.  Naperville?  How do you propose to get there?  You're not by a Metra Station but a Red Line el.  Are you here because IBM sent you on a very important assignment....in UPTOWN.....not close to ANY businesses (except the bar Ollies)....in the MIDDLE OF THE DAY?  Who do you think you're fooling, my friend??"  Ah, if only.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-7141464107157037620?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/7141464107157037620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/05/let-dating-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7141464107157037620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/7141464107157037620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/05/let-dating-begin.html' title='Let The Dating Begin!'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-6216698169363748949</id><published>2010-05-22T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T07:28:06.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bar Has Been Lowered</title><content type='html'>Have I mentioned that my bar is low?  Not like crack den convicted felon low but low....er.  With lowering ones bar a lot of soul searching is done.  Here are a few standards that I am compromising on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I will date Small Change (In the past I would only be open to 5'9" and above....really like 5'10" and above but now.....bring on the 5'7"-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ers&lt;/span&gt;....even 5'6"-ers....MAYBE...my friends think I should have always been open to shorter dudes as I'm 5'4".  I just don't want to feel bigger than the fella...but bring it!)&lt;br /&gt;2) Geographically undesirable?  Not anymore. (I love being alone.  I do.  I love my down time.  Then why wouldn't I be open to dating someone in the Suburbs....or even out of town?  Now....I am!  We can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt; to get to know one another.  There's also this new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fangled&lt;/span&gt; contraption called the PHONE.)&lt;br /&gt;3) Kids? Bring it! (What do I care if someone has kids?  I'd be a great mom.  I know I'm a good dog mom and aunt.  And it's not like I'd really even have to be a mother.  This also goes back to my independence.  If he has to be with his kids every other weekend I'm fine with that as I will take this time to be with my friends....or be with my dog and TV.  I'm OK on either accounts.)&lt;br /&gt;4) Divorced?  I say "Yes!" (This means you committed.  As my track record shows with my past suitors that have all been non-committal folks.....until they ARE committed....LIARS....won't "go there" these Divorcees have and I bet will again.)&lt;br /&gt;5) Physical appearance in general.  Not a looker but have all the other qualities I'm looking for?  OK! (I was recently contacted by a guy that I believe - his 3 pictures only show him from the waist up and although his face is cute it has a lot of....shall we say....girth around it... - is big.  How big?  Like MAYBE Biggest Loser big.  But again...he has a really cute face.  Now....I don't want anyone who I think is in physical danger due to obesity but if someone is packing 30-50 lbs extra weight who am I to reject them?  If they're carrying 100 extra lbs then we may have a problem but I have to be open-minded.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I will not compromise on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Smarts - don't care if you're college educated but you MUST be smart!&lt;br /&gt;2) Humor - Not a joke teller but one who "gets it"&lt;br /&gt;3) Kind hearted - no A-holes please!&lt;br /&gt;4) A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;committer&lt;/span&gt; - Did I mention this before?  No more dudes who think they can date me for years and never want to be with me for years after.  I don't care about a ring...at all....but I do want someone who wants to be with me.  I'm a catch....at least that's what I keep telling myself in my Stuart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Smally&lt;/span&gt; sessions I have on a daily basis with myself and my mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I have to start thinking more with my head than my heart.  This next guy that I seriously date is going to be a keeper.  I'm done dating to get my heart broken.  I will do the due &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;diligence&lt;/span&gt; on the front end instead of the back-end.  This, I believe, will be the key to my future happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH...and if anyone has any fabulous men that I just must meet...bring em on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-6216698169363748949?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/6216698169363748949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/05/bar-has-been-lowered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/6216698169363748949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/6216698169363748949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/05/bar-has-been-lowered.html' title='The Bar Has Been Lowered'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7721452926181077400.post-966369155452934455</id><published>2010-05-19T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:18:25.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Transition To The DOG Has Been Made</title><content type='html'>As the job is going well, I will now focus my attention on dating.  DATING....or lack there of.  Let me just say this...I'm a relationship gal.  Dating for me is very tough.  I like to just jump right to the "I'm comfortable.  You're my boyfriend.  Let's ride this train till we just can't ride it no more" phase. So, being back in the dating world is not very appealing to me.  But I must do it as it's an end to a means.  A lot of people are telling me to enjoy my singlehood.  To those people (who are mostly attached) I say, "You enjoy it!"  That's being a bit babyish but it's how I feel.  I want to just meet one person and start a relationship with them.  Having to get to know new people is not what I'm looking for at this point in my life.  I'd rather get to know my dog.....or should I say, know my dog so much better than I already know him now.  But I'm trying to muster up the motivation to get out there....wherever "there" is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....I've joined some Internet dating sites.  This is not new territory for me as I've been on them off and on in between relationships.  The thing I've found this time is that 40 is like being 80 to dudes.  Most guys that I'd be interested in want to meet the 25-35 set so a lot of guys won't even consider me because I'm 40.  This has driven me to join a site that maybe I wouldn't have joined before.  It's a site that I had heard that a lot of guys are on (and no....it's not a porn site or anything like that.....but a porn site may be next step let me tell you....desperate times.....).  This site has been my saving grace as I'm getting contacted a LOT by many dudes but I'm looking for quality and not quantity.  So far, I've been asked to "take a nap" with a guy that I've never met, been told that the person contacting me was not interested in me but wanted to know where one of my pictures was taken (thanks for clarifying), asked if I could "handle" one guy and one telling me that he lives at home with his parents but is ready for a mature relationship: dating should have no age boundaries.  Normally I would agree but this fella was 23 and had graduated from college a year ago.  OY!  There are a couple guys that I'd like to get to know/meet but until they ask me out I'm never sure if it'll amount to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....I continue to search.  I'm just looking for one.  ONE.  I don't need 10 and I certainly don't need guys just looking for a good time.  Not my gig.  I've been out with a couple guys who were cute and nice so I know what I want and who I'll meet.  I normally don't meet a lot of crazies...I just seem to talk to them on the phone and/or email with them but I guess that's what the weeding out process is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being 40 and dating is a lot different than when I was 35/36 and dating.  BUT....I'm trying to remain positive as I know the right guy is out there for me.  Now....if only I could get these fellas to sign waivers so I could video tape our dates and have a reality tv show....that'd be AWE-some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7721452926181077400-966369155452934455?l=dorigoldman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/feeds/966369155452934455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/05/transition-to-dog-has-been-made.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/966369155452934455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7721452926181077400/posts/default/966369155452934455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorigoldman.blogspot.com/2010/05/transition-to-dog-has-been-made.html' title='The Transition To The DOG Has Been Made'/><author><name>DGold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12491099121380664332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UgIIG0Fh1k/Sq5PnGN38xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bwe2cVDoML4/S220/m_03c3dbab90b8ce3117c6cd11e1f05e84%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
