<?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-197721396071922402</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:40:53.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Girl in the Sticks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlegirlinthesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197721396071922402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlegirlinthesticks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Single Girl in the Sticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00386362185175286932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hi125oq2AM/SZiN_WI4qvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JP_1gDKwCeo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197721396071922402.post-1674596955807894097</id><published>2009-03-08T14:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:18:57.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Dating Chapter One: The 1st Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last Tuesday night, I had my first "Blind Date".  Or should I say "Match Date"? It was originally scheduled for Friday, but some of his plans fell through so he asked me if I wanted to go out tonight. So I said, "sure, why not!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now, to begin with, I wasn't very attracted to him physically and when we chatted online the convo was a little forced at first but once it got going we had some things in common. And since my "type" of guy is not working out for me, I figured, I'll try him on for size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So we met at a local restuarant in our town. So now remember, I said I was not very attracted to him.  Well, when I got there, he was even less attractive - is that mean?  Sorry, but it's true.  We get a table, sit down, and do a little small talking while looking over the menu.  Then we start true conversation and its okay.  But he keeps talking about himself.  And I'm trying to say things about me, but he just ain't lettin' me.  I don't like that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then, he ask him why he works a part-time job on night a week.   He answers my question and then goes on to say that he's worked at other locations of the place he works now.  And names a location where a relative of mine used to work.  Then he says -before I say the persons name - "Yeah, I know _____!  WOW!!  How does he know this!  Weeeeird! So I ask how he knows that and he tells me I look just like them!  Yikes!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So dinner is over and he asks what time are we doing something friday - cause we orginially had plans then.  Jeez-o-man!  I told him I'm gonna have to get back to you ......CAUSE I NEED TO GO HOME AND GET THE 411 ON YA NOW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I get home, send an email to my informant and go to sleep.  Go to work the next day, get a text from my informant that tells me his name is "Stinky", cause he smells, he's a tool, and they will NOT allow it.  I wasn't that into him to begin with especially when he would not stop talking about himself!  UGH!  I should have never attempted to date someone in my town.  Am I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;CrAzY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?  So to make a long story short (too late, right?) I made up an excuse why I couldn't hang out friday night.  There were a few more texts back and forth after that but they have since stopped.  Is that bad?  Should I have told him "I'm just not that into you"?  Doesn't matter much now I guess, but that's date numero uno!  What does date 2 have instore for me......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Stay tuned......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Single Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197721396071922402-1674596955807894097?l=singlegirlinthesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlegirlinthesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/1674596955807894097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlegirlinthesticks.blogspot.com/2009/03/online-dating-chapter-one-1st-date.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197721396071922402/posts/default/1674596955807894097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197721396071922402/posts/default/1674596955807894097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlegirlinthesticks.blogspot.com/2009/03/online-dating-chapter-one-1st-date.html' title='Online Dating Chapter One: The 1st Date'/><author><name>Single Girl in the Sticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00386362185175286932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hi125oq2AM/SZiN_WI4qvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JP_1gDKwCeo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197721396071922402.post-3792148027151874593</id><published>2009-02-26T19:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:01:56.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Dating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So Tuesday night, I joined Match.com!  It's a lot easier than I expected it to be.  And they are lovin' yours truly!  Holla!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause honestly, I'm never going to find anyone in my social circle and am I really going to find someone at a bar or club that is interested in more than an occasional booty call??  Not so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got "winked" at a few times and a couple of e-mails.  Couple of hotties, couple of  not-so-hotties, but I'm keeping my options open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish me luck on my new dating venture . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Single Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197721396071922402-3792148027151874593?l=singlegirlinthesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlegirlinthesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/3792148027151874593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlegirlinthesticks.blogspot.com/2009/02/online-dating.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197721396071922402/posts/default/3792148027151874593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197721396071922402/posts/default/3792148027151874593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlegirlinthesticks.blogspot.com/2009/02/online-dating.html' title='Online Dating'/><author><name>Single Girl in the Sticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00386362185175286932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hi125oq2AM/SZiN_WI4qvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JP_1gDKwCeo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197721396071922402.post-3412632638148880049</id><published>2009-02-21T17:24:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:47:56.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It has been a week since Mr. "Old School Crush" and I had our Valentine's sleepover. I have heard nothing from him since so obviously he was mad that I did not fool around. I called him Sunday night and said he was having dinner and would call me back. No call back Sunday night, Monday anytime, I called Tuesday night, Wednesday night, and again Thursday night because we had plans to go out Friday night. It rang a few times and them the phone was answered, I said hello twice, no one said anything and I hung up. The thing that hurts the most is that, although I was starting to develop feeling for him, I truly thought that we were friends. I guess I was wrong. I guess it was just another person trying to get something from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cie la vie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have to make this short, I'm getting ready to go down the shore. Hopefully some interesting stories for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Single Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197721396071922402-3412632638148880049?l=singlegirlinthesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlegirlinthesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/3412632638148880049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlegirlinthesticks.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197721396071922402/posts/default/3412632638148880049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197721396071922402/posts/default/3412632638148880049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlegirlinthesticks.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-valentines-day.html' title='Post Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Single Girl in the Sticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00386362185175286932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hi125oq2AM/SZiN_WI4qvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JP_1gDKwCeo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197721396071922402.post-1056698656609527831</id><published>2009-02-15T08:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:09:38.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Single Girl on Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Valentine's Day is NO fun for the Single Girl. No chocolate hearts, no flowers, no love notes.&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine gave me a card yesterday and made me feel a lot better about the day &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;couples&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; created to make the Single Girl and the other single ladies feel left out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303127963130197842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hi125oq2AM/SZh-yQjQ91I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cX9tdOUC4vY/s320/vdaycard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The inside read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;to cheap chocolate, singing stuffed animals and fat guys with wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;JUST SAY YES to martinis, shopping and doing what you love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that I "Just Say No" to Valentine's Day : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however have an interesting evening......(I'll give you a brief summary of what is going on in the Single Girl's - that me :) - "love life")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I recently got back in contact with a guy I went to middle school with. We "dated" (whatever that is when you are 12 or 13 years old) on and off from 6th thru 8th grade. I thought he was the cats pajamas! We were always good friends regardless if our status was on or off. So he moved to another state our freshman year of high school and I probably only spoke to him once or twice after he moved. Then we found each other thru MySpace. We have been hanging out every weekend for about a month now and I, again, am crushing on this dude! WTF! We have great convo, loads of laughs, and a lot of fun together, even if it's just sitting at his house watching a movie. Now, I have slept over THREE times, but NO HANKY-PANKY going on. Not even a make-out session. I guess because I don't know where we stand. And I hesitate to ask that because I am so afraid of rejection - happens to me often. Which makes me think, we may just be friends....? WELL ANYWAYS, I think you are pretty much up to speed so back to last night.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up just staying in and watching a movie. There was A LOT of spooning and cuddling it was really nice. Like I said, we are not offically dating. While in snuggle-mood, he, in not so many words, tells me that he wanted to fool around ;). I was excited! I was ready for it, and then, I thought, we haven't even kissed yet! HUM?? Ok. So, I'll go in for it, and as I am leaning in he's not leaning towards me. So now I feel AWKWARD! I couldn't kiss him. What's going on peeps? I like this guy, and mind you had this been us back in 1997, we'd be making out all night long. But I just couldn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a little background about yours truly, Miss Single Girl. In the past, I have had some not so great relationships. And after dating these oh so fine fellas for a while, I either don't hear from them again (as if they had fallen of the face of the earth or put in the witness protect program) or things start to shift in a different direction, or they cheat on me....so I don't have the best track record. So understand that now, I can tend to over think situations because I have had my heart broken MANY times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tell him, I can't. I want to, but I can't. He leaves the bedroom, goes the bathroom, and returns a few minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SILENCE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He is now laying nowhere near me and not saying a word. As if I didn't feel awkward enough before that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Sheesh! I turn to him and say, "are you mad?" He tells me no, and I feel a tiny bit better. He offers to make me something for breakfast. I decided to just have a piece of fruit and go home, at 7:30am, and get ready to go to work for 9:00am. Although he said he wasn't mad, I still felt so weird. I asked my friends what they thought, and said I was just over thinking this. And also that the first time is usually awkward (when no alcohol is involved lol). :sigh: I heart my friends. . . but that is another blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know anything about my ex-fellas and the mental issues I have inherited because of them (not really just minor dating issues. Don't want you to think I'm seriously a crazy person lol). I'm going to call him later tonight and just let him know what was going through my mind. So I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KEEP YOUR FINGERS CROSSED&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Single Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/197721396071922402-1056698656609527831?l=singlegirlinthesticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlegirlinthesticks.blogspot.com/feeds/1056698656609527831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singlegirlinthesticks.blogspot.com/2009/02/single-girl-on-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197721396071922402/posts/default/1056698656609527831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/197721396071922402/posts/default/1056698656609527831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlegirlinthesticks.blogspot.com/2009/02/single-girl-on-valentines-day.html' title='The Single Girl on Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Single Girl in the Sticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00386362185175286932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hi125oq2AM/SZiN_WI4qvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JP_1gDKwCeo/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Hi125oq2AM/SZh-yQjQ91I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cX9tdOUC4vY/s72-c/vdaycard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
