<?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-5996123901375748728</id><updated>2011-10-10T21:52:27.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date-zilla</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-3410314370219300796</id><published>2011-01-16T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T18:50:02.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY DATE IN TWEETS...</title><content type='html'>Not quite sure but it looks like I got stood up. Miss Sugarpuss alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not happy. Apparently he is a complete jerk. Now I am going to this play alone &amp; I waited in the cold for a half hour for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot eventually showed up but I was very unimpressed. Miss Sugarpuss was great though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@reply He showed up, just late and annoying. OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@reply He showed up.... eventually. But he's done. No one make me wait that long and in that cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@reply Absolutely not. He was a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it all off, when guy showed up, he practically had a suitcase with him. Not sure what he thought was going to happen tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked him to the Metro after the play, pretended I was going in and faked it, ran out and into Chinatown's protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then walked home talking to @******** on the phone, doing a post-mortem, lucky for me she keeps me sane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-3410314370219300796?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3410314370219300796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=3410314370219300796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/3410314370219300796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/3410314370219300796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-date-in-tweets.html' title='MY DATE IN TWEETS...'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-1297592321405057017</id><published>2011-01-11T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T05:20:58.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVE ME FEVER</title><content type='html'>So last week I succumbed to a fever, which I have not had since I was a child. It was quite horrible. But good news, I had just met a doctor. He offered to come over and check on me, but I declined... Who wants to have their new beau see them in that state?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling better but still awful on Thursday so decided to meet him for a quick date. Decided I needed to keep the momentum going on this new relationship and text messages were not cutting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He suggested Juliet &amp; Chocolate. What better way to heal than that I thought! So I met him there, but couldn't hear him as apparently he insists on mumble talking and my ears were kinda blocked from being sick. I kept having to ask him to repeat himself, which was wearing my patience thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he insisted on trying to invite himself over. Meanwhile I'm headachy, achy &amp; tired. Um, no thanks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the thirtieth time (approximately) I firmly declined (again) and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked me home and then I texted him the next day. No answer. There has been no answer since. Almost a week later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he really was only looking to show me his bedside manner...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-1297592321405057017?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1297592321405057017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=1297592321405057017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/1297592321405057017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/1297592321405057017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/give-me-fever.html' title='GIVE ME FEVER'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-3798106366055291014</id><published>2010-12-28T07:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T07:57:35.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Ads WITH VIDEO</title><content type='html'>I got a message from this guy today and WOW... That was a lot of effort. It made me laugh though. Should I get back to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/photofuniste&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-3798106366055291014?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3798106366055291014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=3798106366055291014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/3798106366055291014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/3798106366055291014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2010/12/personal-ads-with-video.html' title='Personal Ads WITH VIDEO'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-1396926197355178196</id><published>2010-12-23T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T06:59:12.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Habeebi al-Ghali</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I decided to try my hand at texting my one true weakness in Arabic since he is Lebanese... He is completely floored and flattered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then started answering me in Arabic, which I was not so great at figuring out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think it shows committment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my date with someone else later on the same day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-1396926197355178196?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1396926197355178196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=1396926197355178196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/1396926197355178196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/1396926197355178196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2010/12/habeebi-al-ghali.html' title='Habeebi al-Ghali'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-1748571996286969854</id><published>2010-12-23T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T06:56:56.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Guy</title><content type='html'>He seems cool though a perpetuates a bit of the stereotype of a rich kid. And he lives in his mom's basement. (REALLY not sure how I feel about that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked me up from work &amp; drove to get a coffee at Olimpico, which was FANTASTIC btw. He get MAJOR points for liking really good coffee. Plus the Italians there were yelling at each other, so it was an amusing show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he didn't stop talking for a second. His stories were all kind of outrageous and I find myself thinking over them and wondering how truthful they are. But at least I was highly entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then he started talking about his cat and how he was his "Little Guy" and about all the nicknames he had for his cat. Plus how his cat was Jewish like him because he loved bagels. But he was going to buy his a Christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then also showed me his gun card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, somehow despite all the weirdness, I'm kind of intrigued. He is really attractive and gentlemanly, but hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did send me a post date text message soon afterwards... And I like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-1748571996286969854?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1748571996286969854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=1748571996286969854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/1748571996286969854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/1748571996286969854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-little-guy.html' title='My Little Guy'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-321287161385299366</id><published>2010-12-14T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T18:24:47.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GORGEOUSNESS, BUT I FEEL LIKE I AM WORK</title><content type='html'>So he is part Lebanese, part Italian. ALL GORGEOUS. Owns a women's clothing store near my house. Took me for an amazing dinner, and held my hand the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I splinted his finger cuz it was broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smelled amazing. Looked fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calls me to say he misses me. Texts me that he misses my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a sad past, but shared it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't understand him well on the phone. I feel like I am at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen him in a week and a bit cuz he's been busy &amp; I have been away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already getting impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he texted me that he can't wait to kiss me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-321287161385299366?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/321287161385299366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=321287161385299366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/321287161385299366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/321287161385299366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2010/12/gorgeousness-but-i-feel-like-i-am-work.html' title='GORGEOUSNESS, BUT I FEEL LIKE I AM WORK'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-8109015392239096431</id><published>2010-12-14T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T18:16:38.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brit Part Deux</title><content type='html'>Well, here we go again. Met a guy online, again British... What is it with you Commonwealth folk? I love the Queen and all, but is it better here than jolly ol' England?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he seemed nice, wanted to meet to watch the Grey Cup. I was debating it - then was cold &amp; tired after the trek back to the city from visiting my family. Decided to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kind of pitched a fit. I offered to meet the next day. He accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then canceled the next day. Why? Because he drank too much the night before because I had canceled.&lt;br /&gt;Um, what? We don't even know each other yet?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sort of tuned out for awhile... Then he left me a 5 minute voice mail asking me if I was ok, or if something had happened to me. Then the incessant text messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I inspire this? Really now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I meet him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-8109015392239096431?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8109015392239096431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=8109015392239096431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/8109015392239096431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/8109015392239096431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2010/12/brit-part-deux.html' title='Brit Part Deux'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-1739774182928138680</id><published>2010-12-14T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T18:09:31.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooooo about those BRITISH TEETH</title><content type='html'>They are real. They myth is not just a myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a great guy. Really. We had a lovely meal at a local Portuguese joint. He did amuse me with his tales of London shenanigans. Really, he did. But then he tried to invite himself over and was almost begging. I was completely knackered. Seriously so. So declined. But also because of the teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to reschedule seeing each other a couple times. But neither of us made much effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like me a great smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-1739774182928138680?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1739774182928138680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=1739774182928138680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/1739774182928138680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/1739774182928138680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2010/12/sooooo-about-those-british-teeth.html' title='Sooooo about those BRITISH TEETH'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-7035732944369528033</id><published>2010-11-05T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T04:34:25.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DINNER DATE</title><content type='html'>So tonight I have a real date with a guy who I met about two weeks ago now and who seems lovely. He is British (lovely accent) and seems very sweet. He works an awful lot though (hence the two week delay until our date) but that could be ok since it would give me time for myself, my friends and family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to decide where we'll be going but he asked to come to my neighborhood, which I like since it's rainy bloody cats &amp; dogs out there...And last night he sent me a text telling me he was looking forward to seeing me this evening. I love little things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME LUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/8721955/2/istockphoto_8721955-girly-dinner-date.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-7035732944369528033?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7035732944369528033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=7035732944369528033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/7035732944369528033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/7035732944369528033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/dinner-date.html' title='DINNER DATE'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-7936116073292526201</id><published>2010-11-04T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T04:29:46.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Internet is a SCARY Place</title><content type='html'>Oh my, I don't know if I like YOU knowing who I am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JUST OUT OF PRISON is actively seeking a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARTING OVER.... just out of prison. Handsome.....(to Mom).&lt;br /&gt;You can make me do anything,.............if you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft heart,....hard body; if you have 2 pairs of shoes or less, &lt;br /&gt;can get to the point in 3 seconds, can paint.........(house paint, that is), are gullible, and not terminally ill please respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Date&lt;br /&gt;visit my buddies at kingston (max. security)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it would definitely be the most original first date I suppose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-7936116073292526201?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7936116073292526201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=7936116073292526201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/7936116073292526201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/7936116073292526201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/internet-is-scary-place.html' title='The Internet is a SCARY Place'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-2285504270088024599</id><published>2010-11-02T11:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T11:20:37.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalked!</title><content type='html'>So here we go. I do not enjoy obsessive people at all. It really does smack of mental instability. There is now a married Indian doctor online stalking me. 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After all, what better way to get over someone and move on then a good old fashioned SHAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR MAYBE NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up a bottle of wine and a burger at Buns, hopped in a cab and was on my way across town to his swanky abode. Though he neglected to advise me that his road was under construction, so I had to jump out of the cab and hoof it IN HEELS through a construction zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived there to him answering the door in a ratty gray terry cloth robe. He refused to drink wine and was downing rum straight up. He showed me his pumpkin art made out of old postage stamps. He also divulged that he had lied about his age. Then he tried to get me to touch him repeatedly. No seduction AT ALL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually grabbed my hand and put it down there. Commando under the robe. UGH. And it was FLACCID. Seriously guy, how is THAT supposed to turn me on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally ran out, mumbling that I'd take a rain check, jumped the bus home (was NOT worth more wasted cab fare) and made it home, almost unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: older men who are single are single for a reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-5582824269426863934?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5582824269426863934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=5582824269426863934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/5582824269426863934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/5582824269426863934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/gray-robe-of-seduction.html' title='Gray Robe of Seduction'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-3852619605974945190</id><published>2010-10-25T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T11:22:21.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Right Along</title><content type='html'>It's amazing that once you make an effort just how many interesting and cool people there are out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two date already set up for this week and a few more tentative plans in the makings. And all with really interesting cool people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I am getting more validation and compliments from these new people than I ever did from the last one. Another sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign also is that despite him telling me that his heart belongs to his ex and that he cannot deal with being with someone else right now he went out on a date apparently. So he is just a liar really. I don't know if he thought he was sparing my feelings. I'd much rather honesty than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I'm still not the person sitting at home every night, crying and getting drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And date number one for tonight is HOT. Smokin'... I have been excited about it since we met yesterday. He's cute, fun, definitely spontaneous and we spoke for hours without getting bore. Plus he's making me practice my French. And that's just plain sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait!!!!! I'm like a kid waiting for Christmas. It really is quite something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-3852619605974945190?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3852619605974945190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=3852619605974945190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/3852619605974945190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/3852619605974945190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/moving-right-along.html' title='Moving Right Along'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-6310989214076703217</id><published>2010-10-24T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T18:04:38.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Again</title><content type='html'>Ok, so there are a few interesting people... but really, I just got sent this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really like your first picture, looks like it's out of a Sears catalogue :P."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, what the HELL? This is supposed to be a complement?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-6310989214076703217?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6310989214076703217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=6310989214076703217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/6310989214076703217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/6310989214076703217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/online-again.html' title='Online Again'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-4803645904060438539</id><published>2010-10-22T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T04:55:00.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Hate About You</title><content type='html'>Last night when I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night because I'd fallen asleep much earlier, I started thinking about the things that I didn't like about my last guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I found him charming and funny and really cute at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there was the fact he flirted on Twitter constantly with other girls. He said it was ok because we'd met on there. (Logic? Zero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also would always be playing with his cell phone instead of talking to me in the few hours a week we'd see each other. (Courtesy? Zero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slept on MY side of the bed so I'd have to crawl over him to get out of bed since I usually had to get up earlier AND he had the worst heartattack inducing alarm that he'd snooze several times. (Morning &amp; bedside manners? Zero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was never on time and this is one of my pet peeves. Especially since he was late because he was ONLINE talking to other people. (Promptness? Zero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes he would sort of make my bed when he left in the morning, but he'd never help do dishes or anything despite the fact I would cook when we stayed in. (I am not a maid. Zero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok... You get the point. I could keep nitpicking. The thing is, I'm not sure if these things are huge or I just find them huge now. Actually, scratch that. I detested the fact that he felt that he could flirt with other women because we'd met that way and that he always seemed preoccupied when we were together and NOT invested in being with me at all. I felt more like a convenience and not really like someone he wanted to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the trick now is to make a list of the things that are absolutes for me and stick to it. Even if it means being lonely. Winter may be cold but a bad relationship is colder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-4803645904060438539?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4803645904060438539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=4803645904060438539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/4803645904060438539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/4803645904060438539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-things-i-hate-about-you.html' title='10 Things I Hate About You'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-7065661753860384213</id><published>2010-10-21T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T04:46:58.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold On To Your Men</title><content type='html'>Yup, she's single again. After a few minutes of angry tears, and I really do mean A FEW MINUTES, I was back at it again... Meeting and chatting with someone who seemed uber cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that SA wasn't necessarily a bad guy. A douchebag for the way he ended things. Showing up late and giving me back my key, not even letting me say anything and giving me the old "It's not you, it's me" speech. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it really IS him. Pining over his ex who most likely cheated on him and dumped him FOUR times. Yes, that will get you far in life. Choosing to obsess about someone who clearly does not want you and doesn't even live near you or speak to you. GENIUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I messaged back someone who had sent me a message on OkCupid ages ago. Who I had found interesting but being the loyal gal that I am, I ignored until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, t minus 30 minutes and I was moving on. Angry about the mistreatment from SA but ready to go, ON TO THE NEXT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess my heart isn't broken, but my pride may be a bit bruised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-7065661753860384213?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7065661753860384213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=7065661753860384213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/7065661753860384213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/7065661753860384213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/hold-on-to-your-men.html' title='Hold On To Your Men'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-158572471436831885</id><published>2009-05-07T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:08:41.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Click Click Enter</title><content type='html'>Oh my g-d. I've done it again. I have started perusing the online forums to try and meet someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill me now. It NEVER works out for me, but for some SAD reason, I always resort to it. OkCupid, PlentyOfFish and Craigslist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends even ridicule me for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what it just amounts to is that I am lonely. Terribly lonely. And scared of always being so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although maybe being alone would be better than meeting these freaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-158572471436831885?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/158572471436831885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=158572471436831885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/158572471436831885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/158572471436831885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2009/05/click-click-enter.html' title='Click Click Enter'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-1708091201515313709</id><published>2009-04-22T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:40:33.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedside Manner</title><content type='html'>So, being the fool that I am, I decided to go out with another random creep. Although, after talking on the phone with him for over an hour... He seemed ok, and he laughed at my stupid jokes, so I figured it may be ok. Plus he was a doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I admit, I am *THAT* shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted us to go to a spa for a first date. Sort of strange, yet a bit tempting, I declined... Then he suggested dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed up AN HOUR late. I don't buy that and in fact, it is one of the things that drives me the craziest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus he was driving a Pontiac G6. What kind of doctor drives a Pontiac?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I confirm, I am *THAT* shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his big dinner plan involved driving around aimlessly and when he would drive over a speed bump, he'd make a weird "woohoo" noise under his breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eventually went to Mythos on Parc where they proceeded to sit us right beside the ONE speaker for their music and therefore I could not hear a DAMN thing. (Which, as it turns out, may not have been a bad thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a sub par sort of dinner where people from the table next to us and behind me kept pushing back their chairs hard into mine while on the way to do coke in the bathroom, I asked him to drive me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked me if he could massage me and started naming body parts, requesting my permission for each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... No, thanks! I got out of the car and walked home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am DEFINITELY that shallow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-1708091201515313709?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1708091201515313709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=1708091201515313709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/1708091201515313709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/1708091201515313709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/bedside-manner.html' title='Bedside Manner'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-6330801834888706121</id><published>2008-12-25T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:09:04.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern Boys</title><content type='html'>So I have met the man I want to get to know. The one who kind of makes me weak in the knees and treats me well. My parents like him, my friends love him. The only problem is, we're having a little bit of trouble figuring out when we need space and we're both trying not to upset the other. It can make for tension and unhappiness, that is for sure... I'm trying to breathe because I like him so, so, so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-6330801834888706121?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6330801834888706121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=6330801834888706121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/6330801834888706121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/6330801834888706121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2008/12/southern-boys.html' title='Southern Boys'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-840382497848502078</id><published>2008-12-15T10:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:48:03.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Saddle Again</title><content type='html'>Well, I've gone on a couple of dates in the past few weeks and have somewhat realized that I am not comfortable with the entire prospect. My self-confidence definitely took a beating since my accident and I'm working harder at feeling good about myself, but it's not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help when you're excited about meeting someone and they turn into a creepy gropey nasty person. Placing my hand on their crotch - "See what you do to me?" ON A FIRST DATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I didn't call him back, email him or answer when he called me. (Although I did consider it. Ugh, I need to get my confidence back STAT!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-840382497848502078?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/840382497848502078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=840382497848502078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/840382497848502078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/840382497848502078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-in-saddle-again.html' title='Back in the Saddle Again'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-8678615324282714660</id><published>2008-09-06T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:20:06.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Are You?!</title><content type='html'>Text messages from a random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Salut xx&lt;br /&gt;- ScoTTT. Bonne journee xxx&lt;br /&gt;- Scottt qui voulait te donner un lift hier soir!&lt;br /&gt;- Tu avais trop bu, je suis le seul qui te crusait pas, l'ami a steve.&lt;br /&gt;- Ok je catches maintenant j'ai 2sabrina sans mon iphone dsl&lt;br /&gt;- On a vu un renard ensemble...&lt;br /&gt;- Did you sell the cross i sold you to montrealdoms.com?&lt;br /&gt;- That's the funniest thing i've ever witnessed! Thanks so much for this fortunate turn of events! Hahaha xx&lt;br /&gt;- Forget it, you came to my recording studio&lt;br /&gt;- Call me&lt;br /&gt;- Your in my phonebook so we must have met in the past...&lt;br /&gt;- Sabrina?&lt;br /&gt;- Whats your "field" of work?&lt;br /&gt;- Ok I know who you are now. Forgive the intrusion i shan't bother you ever again.&lt;br /&gt;- No one you know. I'm sorry to have bothered you. I've removed you from my phonebook.&lt;br /&gt;- Hope you fixed your iphone...&lt;br /&gt;- May i call you? Im confused now&lt;br /&gt;- Im a studio recording engineer, i am drug free, i teach safe adult roleplaying, electroplay, i am a mac expert, anything ring a bell?&lt;br /&gt;- Ray Malone&lt;br /&gt;- ScoTTT&lt;br /&gt;- Yes! I guess i value my privacy as much as you do. Again i'm very sorry to have bothered you.&lt;br /&gt;- Just wish i knew how you got into my phone, i hate unsolved mysteries!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-8678615324282714660?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8678615324282714660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=8678615324282714660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/8678615324282714660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/8678615324282714660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-are-you.html' title='Who Are You?!'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-4269333458196190213</id><published>2008-02-12T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T15:35:45.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing Sing</title><content type='html'>So the other night I went on a date to meet a Circus performer guy I'd met online. He seemed cool and we knew people in common and had spoken on the phone a bunch of times. He always came to my local bar and tried to entice me out with promises of free booze, so finally I said yes. (Incidentally, I had been to that bar on Wednesday with a friend and he had stared at me the whole time, but I ignored him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided that bar was too busy and loud, and we ended up at Sing Sing. He called it "too gay" and said it smelt like fish. So then my fabulous friend, Ben Gay walked in. We went to sit with him.......annnnnnnddddddddd DATE OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to pick up another girl at the bar while I was sitting with him. I'm happy though, I met the way cool owner, some crazy guy named Chuck and a bunch of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have declared it my new hang out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-4269333458196190213?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4269333458196190213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=4269333458196190213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/4269333458196190213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/4269333458196190213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2008/02/sing-sing.html' title='Sing Sing'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-8738344355538212408</id><published>2008-02-01T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T13:24:10.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Zombie</title><content type='html'>Or maybe in the closet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXX: well, I also love to dance in gay clubs, like Parking on Thursdays. It's like my philosophy about travel; if I see something awesome (lifestyle-wise), I am not afraid to latch onto it and make it mine.&lt;br /&gt;but you've hit on something... I am a little non-dude like. Most of my friends are women, 'cause I relate well to "feminine" topics, like fashion and decorating and talking about feelings&lt;br /&gt;don't tell anyone, but I don't like hockey or cars&lt;br /&gt;they might take away my canadian citizenship if anyone finds out&lt;br /&gt;hah, this is fun. I'm trying to teach myself advanced AJAX code, and trying to get to know you at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;although I feel like I'm doing a lot of talking about me, but I swear I'm not self centered. In fact, I'm a great listener in person&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-8738344355538212408?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8738344355538212408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=8738344355538212408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/8738344355538212408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/8738344355538212408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2008/02/gay-zombie.html' title='Gay Zombie'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-1840902389167617775</id><published>2008-01-31T11:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T11:14:42.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have A LIFE!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm seriously starting to get annoyed with people who I've met online, and thank g-d not in person, who can't comprehend that my life does not revolve around them. Yes, I may be interested, but I have obligations, I just had the flu and I have a life that keeps me pretty occupied. If you get pissed at me ONCE about not answering you within your time frame and flip out on me, sorry, you lose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-1840902389167617775?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1840902389167617775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=1840902389167617775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/1840902389167617775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/1840902389167617775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-life.html' title='I Have A LIFE!!!'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-1000983156315819692</id><published>2008-01-28T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T14:25:24.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Say Freak???</title><content type='html'>Email #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;What's up ? How are you this fine Sunday? Love can be so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, It can be over faster than shit out of a goose.I would like to have a best friend&lt;br /&gt;first and then work towards a long term reltaionship.I am an internationally&lt;br /&gt;known nice guy.People call me "Mike Love" or if I am dressed in drag,"Michelle&lt;br /&gt;Love" Anyway, I will always treat you with respect and dignity. Remember, it's nice to be important but it's more important to be nice.Have a fun day! love Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi,&lt;br /&gt;How are you today? For once in my life, I want to experience passion.&lt;br /&gt;I want a true romantic romantic relationship.A Valentines Day wedding&lt;br /&gt;would be so cool.Yesterday,I bought a new girdle.When I wear it,I feel so sexy.LOL! I hope you're having a fun Monday.Rock on! love mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy raises a few questions/concerns: Is "Faster than shit out of a goose" really an expression? How does one become an "internationally known nice guy"? What is the deal with you dressing in drag? And would you steal my clothes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-1000983156315819692?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1000983156315819692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=1000983156315819692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/1000983156315819692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/1000983156315819692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2008/01/can-you-say-freak.html' title='Can You Say Freak???'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-2428687465808344187</id><published>2008-01-28T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T14:26:05.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go Again</title><content type='html'>So I have overbooked myself to keep myself busy so I don't obsess over meeting someone that I am interested in. I know myself and know that I can easily lose myself in daydreams of what can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two days of almost no contact with Stephen, I had some fairly upsetting news and with my not feeling well and exhaustion, I pretty much lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figuring that it was now Monday and things getting back to normal routine, I could possibly have the second non-date with him and start seeing where this relationship is leading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a friend who has apparently developed more feelings for him. And, you guessed it, he's interested. Being the one girl guy that is claims to be, it seems like I may not get my shot. And it's being blamed on semantics. If only we had met earlier he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tearful phone conversation later, it seems like I may be given a chance since he is not that sure about her, and had liked what he knew of me so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so torn as a) I really am attracted to him and b) I don't want to feel like I have to compete against someone. I really do want to take the chance, but I don't want to set myself up for bigger future hurt either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, knowing myself, I will take that chance. I have never been able to stop believing in love, so why start now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-2428687465808344187?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2428687465808344187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=2428687465808344187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/2428687465808344187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/2428687465808344187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2008/01/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-2266173773191426354</id><published>2008-01-28T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T14:17:15.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Thought I Had Bad Dates...</title><content type='html'>Then I read &lt;a href="http://gothamist.com/2008/01/27/50_million_laws.php"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-2266173773191426354?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2266173773191426354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=2266173773191426354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/2266173773191426354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/2266173773191426354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-i-thought-i-had-bad-dates.html' title='And I Thought I Had Bad Dates...'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-3691000880397541777</id><published>2008-01-23T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:28:52.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Promised I Wouldn't Write This...</title><content type='html'>But I couldn't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to go. I was in a bit of a cranky mood after several trying days at work and I haven't been feeling so great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am so glad I did. He's interesting, sweet and a great guy. (So far anyway... Yes, I must always put a disclaimer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have listened to more of his stories about Africa or Alabama. Too bad it is a "school" night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best date, ahem, I mean non-date of this year FOR SURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-3691000880397541777?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3691000880397541777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=3691000880397541777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/3691000880397541777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/3691000880397541777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-promised-i-wouldnt-write-this.html' title='I Promised I Wouldn&apos;t Write This...'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-1001581265207879749</id><published>2008-01-22T10:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T10:31:18.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Viagra Ad Ever!</title><content type='html'>tastes great......more filling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-1001581265207879749?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1001581265207879749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=1001581265207879749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/1001581265207879749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/1001581265207879749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-viagra-ad-ever.html' title='Best Viagra Ad Ever!'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-9043391706530708745</id><published>2008-01-21T20:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:20:27.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just In Case You Were Wondering...</title><content type='html'>Ashy elbows and sketchy eyes are NOT hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-9043391706530708745?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/9043391706530708745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=9043391706530708745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/9043391706530708745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/9043391706530708745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-in-case-you-were-wondering.html' title='Just In Case You Were Wondering...'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-323722359565833405</id><published>2008-01-21T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T18:52:52.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dystopian Society In His Head</title><content type='html'>So it has been months of me exchanging missives with one Canadian author. First, I DETEST the word "Dystopian" and I think the concept is utter shite. But I digress. His voice, in a reading online, made me cringe and his writing was completely horrible. Greg still has not forgiven me for making him suffer with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, bored, I decided to go out for a drink with him last night. I didn't want to and he insulted me numerous times via email before, but then I thought, maybe I am being too sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should learn to trust my instincts more. He was a jerk and narcissistic to a fault. Like enormously so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the longest hour of my life. He was clearly uninterested, cheap and rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson for this date - never go on a date with someone who writes like that. Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never trust a man with a beard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-323722359565833405?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/323722359565833405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=323722359565833405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/323722359565833405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/323722359565833405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2008/01/dystopian-society-in-his-head.html' title='Dystopian Society In His Head'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-7625201470098802935</id><published>2008-01-19T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T06:52:14.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Grain of Truth</title><content type='html'>greg: you're the only person i know who uses i am into to describe someone she hasn't met&lt;br /&gt; me: Well I am&lt;br /&gt;Into his personality&lt;br /&gt;He always calls me when I'm walking to work to speak to me before my day starts&lt;br /&gt;It's sweet&lt;br /&gt;And makes the walk less boring&lt;br /&gt; greg: heard it&lt;br /&gt; me: heard it what?&lt;br /&gt; greg: its sweet becuase he&lt;br /&gt;calls,opens the door, calls me, compliments my hair, ties his own shoe lace&lt;br /&gt;etc&lt;br /&gt; me: lol&lt;br /&gt;Yes, well they all have their good points&lt;br /&gt; greg: lol&lt;br /&gt;lmao&lt;br /&gt; me: Until they no longer do&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm over them&lt;br /&gt; greg: 2 days&lt;br /&gt;or less if the sexual advance is painfully awkward&lt;br /&gt;or they have a small dick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-7625201470098802935?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7625201470098802935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=7625201470098802935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/7625201470098802935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/7625201470098802935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2008/01/grain-of-truth.html' title='A Grain of Truth'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-4526534473290797482</id><published>2008-01-17T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T07:59:40.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>It's been a busy few days - but with friends, not dates. I've gotten random poke-ages on Facebook and some Zoosk alerts. (Application where you can meet people on Facebook.) Most people seem a bit odd - like first message, "Do you want to get a drink?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, um, can I know your name first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting Craigslist answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi. here is me. L am 6’3 and 180 pound. L  am from turkey,30 years old single.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Please ignore the girl next to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, ok, I will? Why send that picture then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have a few people who are highly interesting. One in particular. He's quite captivated my interest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-4526534473290797482?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4526534473290797482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=4526534473290797482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/4526534473290797482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/4526534473290797482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2008/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-5214832106855683641</id><published>2008-01-10T20:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:46:02.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>Well, so far my success on Craigslist has been good. I met a guy who is a writer and is taking me to a Habs game AND giving me writing pointers. I met a guy who I may have met in person before &amp; we have friends in common. There were a few other people but these are the most interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've talked to a few random pokes from Facebook. All in all, I am happy about meeting new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two movie dates already next week. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-5214832106855683641?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5214832106855683641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=5214832106855683641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/5214832106855683641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/5214832106855683641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2008/01/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-5221532158664043073</id><published>2008-01-08T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:47:13.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craigslist Update</title><content type='html'>I've randomly started meeting people through my random pokeage and also some applications I've added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some mini me midget Asian dude with the hugest HEAD I've ever seen keeps messaging me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-5221532158664043073?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5221532158664043073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=5221532158664043073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/5221532158664043073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/5221532158664043073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2008/01/craigslist-update.html' title='Craigslist Update'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-470768626497948083</id><published>2008-01-08T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:08:54.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Still My Beating Heart!</title><content type='html'>I posted an ad on Craigslist this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Burn Out or Fade Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to Our Lady Peace last night on a nostalgia trip, and that one line struck me (as it usually does) as it really is how I live my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a single girl who loves Vice magazine, reading chick lit, indie movies, house music, my macbook, has a Facebook addiction (at least I admitted it), loves dancing and dinners and is looking for that one person who won't mind her purse obsession and crazy friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think it's you, I'd love to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've gotten some great responses, including one of the Vice guys (allegedly) but this one caught my eye especially:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey what’s up  im new at this  im 27 outgoing good job (36 hours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH 36 hours! Excellent!!! F*** me now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-470768626497948083?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/470768626497948083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=470768626497948083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/470768626497948083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/470768626497948083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2008/01/be-still-my-beating-heart.html' title='Be Still My Beating Heart!'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-2019157613412321867</id><published>2008-01-07T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:58:54.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Poke-age</title><content type='html'>So, my random poking on Facebook has bore fruit. Well, kind of. At least now I am speaking with one of the randoms I selected. He actually looks kind of cool - if a tad younger than I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see where this will go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-2019157613412321867?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2019157613412321867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=2019157613412321867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/2019157613412321867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/2019157613412321867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-poke-age.html' title='Random Poke-age'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-5739225081688558769</id><published>2008-01-07T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T15:48:07.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crowd Reaction</title><content type='html'>me: I have a new blog&lt;br /&gt;datezilla.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Diana: NEXT&lt;br /&gt;haha that was awesome&lt;br /&gt;me: lol, it was SOOOOOOOOOOO bad&lt;br /&gt;Hockey?&lt;br /&gt;Like whatever!&lt;br /&gt;Plus he was talking about girls with mustaches and lesbians during our date&lt;br /&gt;How weird&lt;br /&gt;Diana: ..............what?&lt;br /&gt;why would a guy wanna talk about a dyke's facial hair?&lt;br /&gt;me: lol&lt;br /&gt;I know!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Diana: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;I'd be like buddy your conversation sucks, you're now dismissed. get outta my face betch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-5739225081688558769?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5739225081688558769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=5739225081688558769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/5739225081688558769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/5739225081688558769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2008/01/crowd-reaction.html' title='Crowd Reaction'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-9126107927330299896</id><published>2008-01-07T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T05:52:30.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Nights</title><content type='html'>So after last night's date in futility, I felt really tired, but unable to sleep... After watching several episodes of Arrested Development, reading the updates on every blog I've ever read and even in bored desperation perusing Lavalife, I decided to do random searches for people on Facebook and poke random people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends told me about his FB "stalker" (his words, not mine) and they are now going on dates. So, obviously for the sake of research, I will be poking cute randoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How WRONG does THAT sound?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-9126107927330299896?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/9126107927330299896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=9126107927330299896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/9126107927330299896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/9126107927330299896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2008/01/sleepless-nights.html' title='Sleepless Nights'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-7659165877632130522</id><published>2008-01-06T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T19:52:17.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Response of the Day</title><content type='html'>I should have mentioned, I have placed a few ads on Craigslist to help along this project. They're all different, but all very much me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got this email response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am quite potent if thats what you are worried about hehe. Well i am quite capable which i can prove if you give me a chance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... yes, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-7659165877632130522?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7659165877632130522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=7659165877632130522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/7659165877632130522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/7659165877632130522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2008/01/response-of-day.html' title='Response of the Day'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-3240295019299328660</id><published>2008-01-06T19:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T19:32:34.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pie Guy</title><content type='html'>I originally started talking to this guy right before he went home to his Ontario town for the Christmas holidays. I wanted to meet him at my local cool bar, Else's, but had a bad cold and decided it would not be too attractive to meet while I was hacking away. He did try to convince me though. But I still declined, knowing I would be miserable and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued to text with me, back and forth, over the month he'd been gone. I started to think, he is cute, but sort of lame. But then I would think, well, he is from Ontario. Let's give him a chance. Maybe THAT is what your problem is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then D-Day arrived. Today was the decided upon date. He arrived back in the city yesterday with friends. They left today and then he called up, and his date suggestion was, "Let's watch the Canadian Junior's Gold Medal game on TV." I politely declined and hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping with a friend and decided to avoid the issue. But he kept calling and messaging. And then told me he was ON MY STREET. I thought quickly, as I had already decided I wasn't really interested. Told him a cafe we could meet for pie that was far enough away but still close by so I wouldn't have far to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met him there and immediately did not feel anything. Spent a couple hours listening to his lame stories, all while thanking G-d I had been sat facing the street so at least I would have some entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, like a gentleman, paid for our bill. I texted him to thank him afterwards and he replied, "Good luck in the future." I guess I wasn't the only person who didn't feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-3240295019299328660?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3240295019299328660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=3240295019299328660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/3240295019299328660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/3240295019299328660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2008/01/pie-guy.html' title='Pie Guy'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996123901375748728.post-448093711396771167</id><published>2008-01-06T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T19:26:29.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date-zilla Begins</title><content type='html'>On my ever growing quest to find someone to spend some quality time with, you know, dinner and a show, and NOT with a gay man, I am going to be kicking it up a notch. Plus, you know, it is nice to meet new people and discover new things. There is so much to do in this city, and people I know tend to gravitate towards the same activities. So this shall be my year of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it has begun.... Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5996123901375748728-448093711396771167?l=datezilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/feeds/448093711396771167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5996123901375748728&amp;postID=448093711396771167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/448093711396771167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5996123901375748728/posts/default/448093711396771167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datezilla.blogspot.com/2008/01/date-zilla-begins.html' title='Date-zilla Begins'/><author><name>StereoQueenBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874850721470079147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/5630167_a23843a420_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
