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Ten Things I Like About Being Single And Ten Things I Don't

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What’s a gal to do?

Ten Things I Like About Being Single

1. My stuff is always where I left it. Unless the cat moves it or eats it. Very rare.

2. The cat doesn’t much care how the house looks. Probably why she’s still here.

3. No one asks me where I’m going or what I’m doing.

4. I don’t have to “check in” with anyone. Well, ‘cept maybe the cat.

5. I can take a vacation to anywhere I want, anytime I want.

6. I don’t worry about how well someone is or isn’t taking care of themselves. (This is kind of a biggie with me, being a moderate health nut and codependent and all.)

7. Meals are easy: Eaten while standing at the counter where it was just made, or in front of the tv or computer. Also means fewer dishes to wash.

8. The remote is mine, all MINE. I watch whatever I want on TV, whenever I want, every. time.

9. Never worrying about what I am or am not wearing to bed.

10. The wonderful, beautiful peace and quiet. This is priceless.

Ten Things I Don’t Like About Being Single

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I Brought Sand To The Beach

Head in the sand.

My sister, Chickenbone, once told me ‘Don’t bring sand to the beach.’ Me: ??? Chickenbone: If you’re single, don’t bring a date to a party. Me: (still) ??? Chickebone: …where there are single men. Me (a minute later): Ohhhh. (the light bulb isn’t always super bright, folks) . . . → But wait, there’s more! : I Brought Sand To The Beach

Social Media, Jobs, Spam, Sex and Dating – Maybe not in that order

This is me. What, you thought I was human?

When I’m not here, you probably think I’m out having an awesome social life, on a date, or having sex.

Sadly, no. It’s been about a year since I had a boyfriend – and he was really lousy in bed. Come to think of it, so was the one before him.

But I have been discovered – by spammers.

When I’m not here blogging (and deleting spam), I’m over here writing about Social Media (and deleting spam), or here writing about sexy stuff.

That is, when I’m not at my new job!

Yes, it’s true folks – I am no longer a government-subsidized cube dweller. I have escaped the padded cell, a.k.a. the cubicle from hell.

(Believe it or not, I didn’t get fired for asking Guy Kawasaki if he had a single brother for me. Truth be told, by then I had already given notice so there would have been no point in firing me in my last week. Heh heh.)

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The Rain In Spain Falls Mainly…

This kind of weirdness permeated the entire trip. Permeated it like a thick black tar. Not unlike the crap washing ashore in Louisiana and Santa Barbara right this moment: That oil-drilling residue tar that just sticks to you and is damn near impossible to remove. Ever have that shit stuck on your feet? It’s hella hard to get off. . . . → But wait, there’s more! : The Rain In Spain Falls Mainly…

Dating Advice From The Unqualified

Here are 5 Dating Tips… 1. Coffee dates are the kiss of death. . . . → But wait, there’s more! : Dating Advice From The Unqualified

Sexual Confidence: Can You Handle It?

This looks vaguely familiar. *sigh*

Do sexually confident women scare men or is this an attractive quality? Really, I want to know. My sexual confidence and security has intimidated more than a few boyfriends. It’s a running theme. And, sadly, the older and more confident I get, the more I seem to intimidate them. So it’s not like it’s going away and I have no intention of squashing it. . . . → But wait, there’s more! : Sexual Confidence: Can You Handle It?

Internet Dating FAIL, Part 2

FINALLY, after a few rounds of “What’s your favorite fruit loop flavor?” eHarmony reveals the pictures to me. . . . → But wait, there’s more! : Internet Dating FAIL, Part 2

Internet Dating FAIL, part 1

Oh, it gets better. His face was orange. Yes, ORANGE. He’d used a low-quality tan-in-a-bottle to enhance his pasty skin tone. Unfortunately, BLENDING was not his strong point. Dear readers, he was a rookie at the fake-bake usage. . . . → But wait, there’s more! : Internet Dating FAIL, part 1

How Not To MySpace (or Facebook)

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Ok, but only if the hookup is in your pickup, Baby.

Dating Advice for Social Media from my MySpace blog in 2007 (a time when I was much more jaded than now – if that’s possible). While originally about MySpace, much of this also applies to Facebook.

MySpace made me über jaded about dating. It’s all MySpace’s fault for letting those horny 20-somethings send me the most ludicrous requests for a date (read: hookup). It’s really hard to take men seriously after receiving requests like those below.

But I’m all better now.  heh. *twitch*

How Not To MySpace, Part 2

Acknowledgment: “Part 1” was written by my friend Steve. His gave me the idea for the following article. His article, How Not To MySpace should be read. And followed. Verbatim.

Making Friends – and keeping them:

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'Why are you single?'

Can you say "Photoshop"?

They ask, ‘Why are you single??’ or ‘Why haven’t you been married??’

But when they ask, with face half turned and narrowed eye, the tone says: “Is there something wrong with you that I can’t see??” (Uh, not trying to hide it. At all. Pay attention.)

Or it sounds like “How could you even WANT to be single? Isn’t it scary?” (Nope, kinda nice actually. I don’t have to check in with anyone before I go somewhere and my scissors are always where I left them. How about you? Do you know where your scissors are?)

I am asked this all the time. All. The. F’n. Time. The frequency with which I get asked that question never ceases to amaze me. Nor does the unending curiosity. Seriously, even I’m not that interested in my own status.

Speculating what makes certain people so curious, I’ve observed the following…

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