Blog Profile / A Sweet Adventure In Men
| URL : | http://sweetadventureinmen.blogspot.com/ | |
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| Filed Under: | Relationships / Dating | |
| Posts on Regator: | 40 | This blog is retired. |
| Archived Since: | June 8, 2008 | |
Blog Post Archive
Move Me
I realize there are a lot of men in the world. And yes, I know just how big the world is. Because of its sheer size and the fact that, like snowflakes, men are all different, it’s inevitable that somewhere, among the flickering brilliance, are a good many with whom I’d have a lovely time. Show More Summary
The Red Curtains
I knew the moment I saw them. There, in the entrance of my yoga studio, was a cloud of dazzling red curtains, framing the doorway. I felt like I was walking into Aladdin's bedroom. One look and I already knew they were mine. It's funny how you can look at something and know that. Show More Summary
Fear: Let It In, Then Let It Go
It's like this: I'm terrified of love. And yet, it's the one thing I want most. Makes sense, though. We're often the most afraid of that which we truly want. Why? Because sometimes just the idea of knowing you might actually get what you want is terrifying. For 32 years, I never wanted love. Show More Summary
Another You
I look around me, on the street. My eyes stray from the produce in the grocery store. At the pump at the gas station, I am pumping my brain with questions. Could he be you? Could the next man I see be more wonderful than you? My gut tells me no. Show More Summary
Why I Don't Love You Now
I cried in the car, there next to you. We were in the parking lot at the bank, and the street lights were painting the side of your face bright yellow. The engine was still running, and I was thinking about how the exhaust pollutes the environment just like your memory pollutes my thoughts. Show More Summary
Spare Change
He was a terrible kisser. I mean, like, beyond bad. I'm 31 and I've kissed a lot of frogs, but this one was toad in the tongue department. What, exactly was he trying to do with that thing? I thought this the entire 11 hours we kissed. Show More Summary
Why I Love Men
Why do I do this? Get rejected from a guy and immediately go into “not enough” mode? It makes no logical sense. I know I’m a groovy chick. People like me. Men have liked me – a lot – in my short life. And somewhere deep inside, I really like me too. Yet it’s my knee jerk reaction to being dumped. Show More Summary
Conversations (in my head) On a Bus
Waiting for a bus is like waiting for a man. You keep looking around the corner, hoping the next one is going your way, will stop to let you inside, not leave you standing in the cold. “Excuse me, sir, do you mind holding me? I’m sure the woman behind you wouldn’t mind moving. Show More Summary
Truth or Aware
I was talking with a friend the other day and he was telling me about his male friend who is hopelessly in love with a girl he broke up with because he suddenly became terrified of the idea of forever. So instead of telling her he was scared, he just left. Show More Summary
Being Your Authentic Self
What does this mean? To be authentic. For a long time, I didn't know what this meant in a relationship sense. Now I think I do. It means be who you want to be, not who you think someone wants you to be. Say what you want to say when you want to say it. Show More Summary
He Was Drunk, I Was Finally Sober
I don't want him anymore. Those are powerful words for a girl like me. A girl who slurps up unrequited love through a broken straw. When those straws are broken, nothing really comes through, but you keep slurping anyway. You know, just in case. But this time, I didn't want to drink anything Mr. Show More Summary
Things That, At 31, No Longer Make the Cut
I was standing at the bus stop today, musing about life. Well, about my romantic life. Same thing. I realized that for most of my dating life, I never really knew who I was. This meant I freely gave of myself in ways I didn't realize could harm me in the long run. Show More Summary
Where's My Happy Accident?
My life is one giant coincidence. Or is it? The Celestine Prophecy would have you believe there is no such thing. That every single thing that happens to us is 100 percent on purpose. It is simply our choice in how we perceive it. We...Show More Summary
A Wet Love Story
That's all most stories are anyway, aren't they? Soggy. Never quite as crisp and as you want. Besides it's only one story, somewhere out there in the swirling abyss of fate, that we're waiting for anyway. The one where we know the ending because we get to be in it. Show More Summary
Read This if You Don’t Believe Good is Out There
You are crestfallen, quite a bit jaded and probably plenty angry. You might even have a wall — or fourteen — built around your heart, which is feeling about the size of a pea these days. You’re tired of crying, tired of trying, tired of lying (to yourself) and tired of dying (on the inside). Tired of believing that man is out there. Show More Summary
The Top Five Things I’m No Longer Willing to Give Up In Order to Be Happy
The Top Five Reasons Why I Shouldn’t Like The Electrician 1) He has a child (I’m not really into kids). 2) He has been divorced twice. 3) He lives in another state. 4) He has lots of emotional baggage. 5) He has dogs (I’m not reallyShow More Summary
Ready, Set, Heal
He was never my boyfriend. On a conscious level, I knew this. But a little deeper beneath the surface, where hope lies untainted by the sharp hands of reality, I pretended he was mine. I suppose we’re all guilty of this from time to time. Show More Summary
How Far Would You Go For Love?
With the exception of King Kong, my last three relationships (including the one I’m in now) have all been long distance. The one with The Mad Scientist only lasted a few months, while the one with Mr. Corkscrew dragged on for six years. Show More Summary
Winded
Chicago is a vortex. A wet, sticky trap. It’s the Bermuda Triangle of my relationships. Even though I’m 30 miles outside the city, staying with a friend, memories of the Mad Scientist haunt my waking thoughts. Today was the first time...Show More Summary
Inside Out
My outfit looked a little something like this: dingy grey tank top over a pair of my grandpa’s oversized blue and white checkered pajama pants. Five minutes into his visit I got hot and changed into Mickey Mouse boxer shorts and a pair...Show More Summary