Tag Archives: deceit
Boomerang…Crikey!
I threw him out. He returned. I threw him out. He returned. He threw me out. I returned. You get the idea. One of those disgusting-to-watch relationships where one of the two participants is nice and the other is a … Continue reading
Dreaming a little dream of me…
So today is the first step on my new path. I did good. I fought off the temptation of ruining my fitness plan. I stuck to my guns about not getting on a dating site. And I tackled my elliptical. … Continue reading
Daddy Dating Don’ts
Dating site crazies! I am beyond the point of sanity. Ok I have a NEW pet peeve *Crowd cheers*. What in the hell is up with older men posing in their main pics with their hot teenage daughters?! It is … Continue reading
It’s been a Berry, Berry Bizarre Month on the Dating Site!
Here is the reality of my Duds-ville dating Disaster: I feel like I need to update y’all on the myriad of men that disappoint. I think I have set an all-time record low on man selection! Professor Poetry: Yikes! He … Continue reading
Looking back…moving forward
I have finally reached the end of the man candy road. I can’t take anymore. Not one single more first meeting, filled with fake interest in what I think or feel. Can’t take another false hope or future faker. I … Continue reading
Gratitude
I didn’t want to post a negative post. I think that says it all. I am anonymously blogging and still feel the pressure to be pleasant. I had a terrible, no-good, awful day at work yesterday. I got written up … Continue reading
Random Thoughts
I am not sure where to begin this post. My head is a mumble-jumble of random thoughts that I am afraid are not very interesting. I have been texting Mr. Bubby Wubby (too much text, not enough talk) and I … Continue reading
So long Golden Oldies!
I think I may abandon ship on the online dating scene. I do not understand the rules or the code evidently. If you are old and fat, you don’t really have a lot of leverage to heckle me for “more … Continue reading
Rest
Do you know what you would do with your life if you no longer cared if you lived or died? It’s different than wanting to die. It’s like a warm breeze blowing across a field of wildflowers ; a gentle, … Continue reading