Being "single" on Facebook

I recently changed my relationship status to "Single" and now the ads alongside my Facebook page have all changed with it. Now I get ads for match.com, eHarmony.com and JDate. No thanks to all three.

If they are going to capitalize on my single status by blasting me with this crap, I want to see the ads to the good places, to the dirtier sites. Show me ads to real hookup sites...and make them JUICY! I don't want to yawn, or worse, cringe in horror, when I see these ads. I want to look over and say to myself, "He's single? How do I contact him?" or even better, "How do I get to take a ride on THAT thing?"

Not everyone who is single is looking for a happily ever after. Not everyone wants to find their perfect someone and fuck up a fantastic dating streak.

I'm going to my room to be my own perfect someone for a while.

In a funk

I don't know if it's aggravation or just a general feeling of malaise, but I don't have the patience for people right now. I am not even attempting to be polite to people on these silly sites. If your profile or message rubs me the wrong way at all, you get banned for life from contacting me.

If this mood lasts much longer, I should have maybe 7 or 8 eligible men left on AFF that are even allowed to contact me. That should make managing my e-mail a little easier.

Love and Loss

I still believe in love. I would rather love a thousand times and get it wrong, than live without it in my life. But I am a practical girl; Love does not conquer all. Love barely even fixes things. It usually fucks them up pretty badly.

I have loved and lost and loved again and lost some more. I am strong enough to own my feelings and deal with them and move on. If only other people had as much faith in my ability to deal with my feelings. I don’t ask for much, just honesty and directness. If you don’t feel the same, it’s my problem, not yours.

Recently, I made the very human folly of falling for someone I was involved with. Our relationship was based mainly on a great friendship and mind-blowing sex. But I broke the rules and fell for him. When I asked him how he felt about me, he told me we should both move on. He decided we should be “just friends.” The thing is, we were already great friends…and still are now. I didn’t need our relationship to change, just my expectations of it. I needed to know just so I could own my feelings, deal with them and carry on. Now I have a dear friend who won’t fuck me. I wouldn’t trade this particular friendship for anything in the world, even the mind-blowing sex, but if he had had just a little bit of faith in my ability to compartmentalize my emotions, I wouldn’t have had to give up the rest of it.

So now I wonder, am I being punished for my mistake of falling for someone who warned me he wasn’t looking for a relationship or simply because I have a big mouth and believe in being direct?

Lets meet tonight :)

I will arrived last night and leaving tomorrow and looking for fun tonight!!

I am staying in the **** Marriott.and would love to meet a sexy intelligent lady for dinner, cocktails and if we hit it off….wild sexy times in my hotel?

I am a highly educated professional that needs to be discreet...but I still do have a fun wild side to me!!

If interested I can send more info and pics for sure.

Ps… ****4rick at you know what dot cum is easiest for me if you can?

Take care

Really?
Profile says he's married and there is no photo on his profile, nor was one attached to the e-mail. How can I even decide I am not interested without seeing how gross he really is?

My response:

Oh, because intelligent women always meet strangers without even having a conversation first? And discriminating woman meet men without ever seeing a photo of them?
No thanks.
ROFL

Hard up -- Is that a bad thing?

I swear, that is the tagline that prefaces the profile that features this photo:






Does that cock look hard up to you?






Oh, and it gets better...he features three other limp cock photos taken outdoors.

What's that?

You want to see?


Evidently, he's a tree lover.
I love an environmentally conscious man.

First post of 2009!

I wish I had something more interesting to report.

I wake up and this is the first message I see...

The DarkLrd: you look familiar. Have we ever met before?
I (refrain from responding): No, because I am young, hot and interesting. Clearly, we have nothing in common.

Give me a little while to drink my coffee and I might just send it.

Blissful Surrender

We all chase after things. We chase money. We chase dreams. We chase the wrong people. We chase thrills. When we don’t get what we are chasing after, we feel unsatisfied.
There’s a difference between satisfaction and fulfillment. Satisfaction is gratifying. Satisfaction can put a smile on one’s face. But satisfaction is temporary, and when it’s gone, one feels unfulfilled.
What if what one is chasing is out of reach; something that can never be achieved? Then one is not just unsatisfied, one is doomed to be unfulfilled forever.
We all chase after fleeting things: money, dreams, love, thrills. What if we chased after something permanent? If we achieved it, could we find fulfillment?
At what cost would it come, though?
Once in my life I experienced total bliss, complete surrender, perfect peace. But I chose life over that sublime feeling, therefore making it temporary and leaving me unfulfilled.
I believed I was about to die, and in that brief time my mind told me to just let go, it would be so much easier than fighting anymore. That’s when I surrendered to it, and this amazing feeling of calm just washed over me. It was the most wonderful feeling I have ever felt, everything just slipped away and I was finally at peace. But my will to survive won out, and I fought my way back to an imperfect existence. Good or bad, I had a lot to live for, things to learn, love to experience.
I am so often restless, too many times my satisfaction is short-lived. I wonder what it is that I am chasing, why I have trouble identifying it. Is it because I am chasing that feeling of blissful surrender; that perfect feeling I felt in the moments my life was being stolen from me? Have I doomed myself to a life of unfulfillment simply by my desire to live?
No need to call the suicide hotline for me, I would rather live an imperfect life than experience a perfect death. I relish every moment of my life, I am thankful for every day, even the bad ones, but I know I will spend every day of my life chasing that feeling.