<?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-6551174228659917113</id><updated>2012-01-24T16:43:43.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On-Line Dating Stories...</title><subtitle type='html'>Thought on-line dating might be easier?...read some dating stories that might make you think differently!

You'll either be inspired to get online and experience your own stories...or at least have reason for why you avoid it ;-)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551174228659917113/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551174228659917113.post-8456379005936560119</id><published>2010-08-13T12:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T12:28:38.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pork Boy</title><content type='html'>So, the best part of this story is that people around me currently think it must be the worst date story.  Never fear, I tell them...I've got worse ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to pork boy.  It should have been a big hint when he said to me over email "i just LOVE pork, really I'm completely passionate about it.  If you don't like pork I just don't know if we should go out".  Ever a believer in honesty I said "well, I'm a veggie - so peace out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came back and said he'd been kidding and thought we should still go out.  A believer in giving people a chance (I know, I know) I said yes and off we went.  I was having serious second thoughts until he called the night before and seemed nice over the phone - good voice (important, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for sushi...and here are the 3 topics of conversation:&lt;br /&gt;1. "Fun" stories from he was raging drunk (as he plowed through 3 beers to my 1)&lt;br /&gt;2. How much trouble he kept getting into at work, bascially because he didn't actually work&lt;br /&gt;3. How his friends kept making fun of the things he'd told them about me before the  date&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Example: "she's from Boston" - "oh my GOD, they are horrible - good luck with that, make sure she doesn't have an accent before meeting her".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo - after a lovely evening where I thankfully did NOT shoot myself...I'm back out there ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Shocked that I'm still Trying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551174228659917113-8456379005936560119?l=on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8456379005936560119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551174228659917113&amp;postID=8456379005936560119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551174228659917113/posts/default/8456379005936560119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551174228659917113/posts/default/8456379005936560119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com/2010/08/pork-boy.html' title='Pork Boy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551174228659917113.post-4635501658723612957</id><published>2009-06-09T10:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T14:00:40.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Non-Single Boy</title><content type='html'>So you might have thought I was gone never to return...but never fear, I'm still single ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest foray into the "dating" world (you'll understand in a minute the quotes)...has left me surrounded by boys with GFs.  Is it better or worse that they're GFs the guys don't like...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had flowers left for me...dinners bought (didn't know about the GF at that point)...WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does the friendship end and it becomes awkward for the "taken" guy to spend time with a new girl...is it the "newness" that makes it uncomfortable...or are we just talking shady men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT Trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551174228659917113-4635501658723612957?l=on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4635501658723612957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551174228659917113&amp;postID=4635501658723612957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551174228659917113/posts/default/4635501658723612957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551174228659917113/posts/default/4635501658723612957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/non-single-boy.html' title='The Non-Single Boy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551174228659917113.post-4472176063250999728</id><published>2007-07-16T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T09:19:09.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr...Normal?</title><content type='html'>I've struggled since Saturday night to figure out what to write about this date...basically because he was so...NORMAL(?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; that I don't have a good story to tell!  THAT is what this experience has done to me so far, ugh.  Literally, I meet this nice, normal guy....who talks and pays for dinner and doesn't make odd comments, or try to weirdly touch me...and my thought walking away?  "Hrm, no good story to tell about this one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, he was a nice guy, who lives near me, works as a journalist, likes to travel, prefers white wine to red (like me)...but I left with a question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do if you had a good time, but there was no "spark"?  Or really, what constitutes a spark?  I mean, I don't think I'm expecting love at first sight...but am i really at the point where just meeting a normal guys means an automatic second date?  Actually, I gave Mr Sunglasses a chance...definitely need to try this guy again ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to your thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Trying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551174228659917113-4472176063250999728?l=on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4472176063250999728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551174228659917113&amp;postID=4472176063250999728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551174228659917113/posts/default/4472176063250999728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551174228659917113/posts/default/4472176063250999728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com/2007/07/mrnormal.html' title='Mr...Normal?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551174228659917113.post-3595238286837865868</id><published>2007-07-12T13:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T12:29:42.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Tongue</title><content type='html'>So this isn't really an online dating story...it's more a story of a shady, shady man.  Which, it's not shocking to think there's a shady man in Las Vegas...it's more the gumption!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm dancing *boogie boogie*, feeling the beat and all that...and short man comes up.  Now, I'm not judging the shortness (well, maybe just a bit)...BUT, it's the sneaky way he slides in between me and a friend and just latches on...like, no slowly inching in...but CLAMP, he's attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give a "why me" look to my friend...and try to decide the best way to handle this...since I TRY not to be rude...but then suddenly my face is grabbed and there's a tongue coming at me!  EW EW EW...and I frantically start flailing arms trying to escape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, my friend came to immediate rescue and removed Mr Tongue and we fled that dance location...I just wanted to send a warning to the ladies that there is a wild tongue out there on the loose!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Wasn't Even Trying on This One...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551174228659917113-3595238286837865868?l=on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3595238286837865868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551174228659917113&amp;postID=3595238286837865868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551174228659917113/posts/default/3595238286837865868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551174228659917113/posts/default/3595238286837865868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com/2007/07/mr-tongue.html' title='Mr Tongue'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551174228659917113.post-3229142395595989269</id><published>2007-06-20T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T15:54:25.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Metro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All right, all right…I’ve finally been bugged enough to write another entry (even bribed with cookies - &lt;a href="http://cavecibum.blogspot.com/2007/06/quaker-oats-guy-goes-exotic.html"&gt;Cave Cibum&lt;/a&gt;), though I admit I haven’t been on another date. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You might be asking yourself “why hasn’t she been on another date?”…and I could answer that (though I’d wonder why I needed to)…but instead I’m going to tell you a story…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One day in early April I leave my office, and walk out into the sunshine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A nice looking gentleman walking by strikes up a conversation with me…we chat while walking to the metro…he offers his number and from there…we part ways…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, I, of course ask every possible person I’ve met in my entire life “should I call this guy?!” (some decisions should not be made on one’s own)…and pretty much 80% of people said “no, you shouldn’t…a guy should call the girl”. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Of course I ignored that suggestion and called Mr Metro…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Instead of getting together immediately (as anyone would after talking to me for 10 minutes, duh)…we start emailing until he has some free time…then he starts texting. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now, you all know I’ve been pretty patient with the gentleman so far…(read some previous posts if you need some clarification!) but extreme texting annoys me. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;MAKE PLANS!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t need a modern penpal!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(especially one who writes “do you like older men” – what is this, email porn?”)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So it comes down to a Friday night text at 10:30pm from Mr Metro saying “what are you doing &lt;i style=""&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;?”…and really I got extremely annoyed (probably more from the fact that an accurate response would have been “sleeping until your text woke me!” then from the text itself)…but either way I didn’t respond…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cut to a few days ago and WAM…an email from Mr Metro (YES the FIRST time I’d heard from him since that text!!!) - “hey, sorry I’ve been busy, I switched jobs…how are you? Want to get together?”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;WTF?!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Does he really think that’s an acceptable email at this point? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;OR that he’s going to get a positive reply…um, no…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;~Trying&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551174228659917113-3229142395595989269?l=on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3229142395595989269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551174228659917113&amp;postID=3229142395595989269' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551174228659917113/posts/default/3229142395595989269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551174228659917113/posts/default/3229142395595989269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com/2007/06/mr-metro.html' title='Mr Metro...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551174228659917113.post-6541353723306343599</id><published>2007-06-05T13:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T13:53:04.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to keep you entertained...</title><content type='html'>Just something to make you laugh while I'm working to many hours to find time for a date ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Pam for the link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female point of view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://msn.match.com/msn/article.aspx?articleid=7735&amp;TrackingID=516311&amp;amp;amp;amp;BannerID=544657&amp;menuid=6&amp;amp;GT1=10091"&gt;http://msn.match.com/msn/article.aspx?articleid=7735&amp;TrackingID=516311&amp;amp;amp;amp;BannerID=544657&amp;menuid=6&gt;1=10091&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male point of view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://msn.match.com/msn/article.aspx?articleid=7734&amp;amp;TrackingID=516311&amp;BannerID=544657&amp;amp;menuid=6&amp;GT1=10091"&gt;http://msn.match.com/msn/article.aspx?articleid=7734&amp;amp;amp;TrackingID=516311&amp;BannerID=544657&amp;amp;menuid=6&amp;GT1=10091&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice please that the woman's male dates were WEIRD, and the guy's female dates just "didn't click"....figures ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551174228659917113-6541353723306343599?l=on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6541353723306343599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551174228659917113&amp;postID=6541353723306343599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551174228659917113/posts/default/6541353723306343599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551174228659917113/posts/default/6541353723306343599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com/2007/06/something-to-keep-you-entertained.html' title='Something to keep you entertained...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551174228659917113.post-8148665167742150531</id><published>2007-05-22T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T18:44:00.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Note</title><content type='html'>So I've been getting lots of questions regarding my next date (seriously people...can you blame me for needing a break?!)  I was just taking some time to see people I actually like, and work's been a bit crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry...just wanted to let you all know I'm on it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully some new posts next week ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Trying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551174228659917113-8148665167742150531?l=on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8148665167742150531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551174228659917113&amp;postID=8148665167742150531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551174228659917113/posts/default/8148665167742150531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551174228659917113/posts/default/8148665167742150531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com/2007/05/note.html' title='Note'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551174228659917113.post-5651045716335553186</id><published>2007-05-15T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T09:45:32.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Date #3</title><content type='html'>I've been struggling to figure out how to write about Mr. Tickle Fingers (the name will become clear)...but the more I think about it, the weirder the evening becomes and it's been a challenge deciding where to start.  Just a few things to keep in mind however, this guy is 36 (a bit older, yes),  and currently unemployed ("interviewing").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some mix up in meeting (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; leave that alone)...but eventually we found each other at the bar at which point he said he'd been ready to leave since he was sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; seen him earlier and chose to ignore him...(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, why didn't you come say hi to me if you saw me?).  Anyways, as i struggle to get the conversation started (i left my couch for this damn it!) he mentions being in sales, and i asked what he sells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. "I used to sell politically incorrect adult toys...guess what they were..."&lt;br /&gt;Me "um, no that's okay, i think i get the picture"&lt;br /&gt;Mr. "no no, guess, i want to see you blush"&lt;br /&gt;Me "no really, i don't want to guess" (can I F-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; leave now?)&lt;br /&gt;......continues in this vein for a bit...&lt;br /&gt;...only to learn he sold &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guns&lt;/span&gt;...awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I struggle to not kill myself making conversation, he keeps making remarks about how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a trouble maker...(you try anything buddy and you have no idea)...and at one point he actually says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to have to tickle you, such a trouble maker"&lt;br /&gt;(...um, no...)&lt;br /&gt;Me "i really don't feel that you know me enough to touch me"...&lt;br /&gt;Mr. *hands start to reach over*&lt;br /&gt;Me *SMACK* hitting his hands away (seriously dude?)&lt;br /&gt;Mr. "you're not being very fun" (yup, the anti-fun...that's me)&lt;br /&gt;Me "i don't really prefer to be tickled in the middle of a bar"&lt;br /&gt;Mr. *smirks* "well, i might just have to put you over my knee and spank you then" (WHAT?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely at this point I got really tired and said it was time to go...but don't worry...he said he had a good feeling about me passing the "get to see him again" test, and he'd be in touch.  Thank goodness I am such a lucky girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Trying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551174228659917113-5651045716335553186?l=on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5651045716335553186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551174228659917113&amp;postID=5651045716335553186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551174228659917113/posts/default/5651045716335553186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551174228659917113/posts/default/5651045716335553186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com/2007/05/date-3.html' title='Date #3'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551174228659917113.post-1478462258133684383</id><published>2007-05-14T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T10:03:27.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Date #2</title><content type='html'>I'll be honest...I didn't have high hopes going into this date.  Mr. TV was persistent though, so I said yes when he suggested a movie (note: not a good first date), though in this case a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sum up the evening with two moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. During the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;previews&lt;/span&gt;, he turns to me and says "I haven't seen that movie"  (uh, really?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. About 20 minutes into the date he mentions that he's already told his uncle about me, and that he'd made plans for "us" to borrow the beach house for a weekend this summer...(getting a bit ahead of yourself aren't you buddy?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for some additional background, we'd emailed about twice before going out...he asked no actual questions during the hour we walked around before the movie started, and mentioned multiple times that he was "very well off" (strangely, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not looking to be supported currently)...i think Mr. TV will not be getting a second date...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Wondering about the "Mr. TV" name...well, in all his online pictures, he's posing with his flat screen TV...literally, about 5 pictures in different lighting with his TV...i know ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551174228659917113-1478462258133684383?l=on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1478462258133684383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551174228659917113&amp;postID=1478462258133684383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551174228659917113/posts/default/1478462258133684383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551174228659917113/posts/default/1478462258133684383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com/2007/05/date-2.html' title='Date #2'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551174228659917113.post-7549825910065703883</id><published>2007-05-11T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T14:20:10.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Date #1</title><content type='html'>This story is actually a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; date (but the first online guy)...which is odd, since if the quirks aren't going to come out on the first date...usually it takes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; longer to see them.  But onto the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Sunglasses and I had a fun first lunch (he kept his sunglasses on the whole meal, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inside!&lt;/span&gt;), anyways then due to schedule conflicts couldn't get together again for a little over 2 weeks.  We decided to meet for drinks later on in the evening since we were both busy with work.  He was running about 25 minutes late, and this wasn't a problem but applies to the story later.  He was rushed and asked if I minded if he ordered food, not at all...but as he goes to sit down his phone rings...and he excuses himself to answer it (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?).  He returns to badger the waitress about how they make their salads, and how she's not being very helpful, etc.  As I smile at the waitress when she leaves...I am told (loudly), in his words "you are so F*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rude"...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, temper issues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon my shocked face he goes onto explain (with plenty of expletives) that the waitress and I were obviously making fun of him (um, what?)...as i respond with a (possibly tough) comment of "she was someone to talk to for 25 minutes while i waited for you"...he just got more and more agitate.  He then says he's really busy and doesn't have much time tonight...(like i care at this point?!)...he proceeds to avoid eye contact and drink quickly...and I say I need to leave, he suddenly jumps up and says he'll call when he's back from a weekend trip (seriously buddy?)...and tries to go in for the hug.  I (semi) smoothly side-step any contact I simply say best of luck with everything...and get out of there :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the worst date (by far)...but can't say I think Mr. Sunglasses is a winner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Trying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551174228659917113-7549825910065703883?l=on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7549825910065703883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551174228659917113&amp;postID=7549825910065703883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551174228659917113/posts/default/7549825910065703883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551174228659917113/posts/default/7549825910065703883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com/2007/05/date-1.html' title='Date #1'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551174228659917113.post-4701378999638599206</id><published>2007-05-11T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:32:07.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Internet Dating?</title><content type='html'>As my first post...perhaps I should give a bit more feedback as to why I think this is relevant (at all) to people.  I mean, we all have our share of bad dating stories (and perhaps worse relationships)...but simple "bad" dates aren't the point here.  These are dates that go far beyond the awkward lack of conversation, or odd smell (well, that might come up).  AND, these are dates that have all started from and internet dating site.  As I know fellow singles out there will understand...most people's reaction to hearing you're single is "well, are you online?"...and I'm here to give you a response to that.  Point them this way, and after reading just a few stories I doubt they'll be so quick to push you on-line again!  I'm not bitter (surprisingly a happy person in fact) and I do believe that you can find romance through the web...really, I'm just looking share a range of odd/funny experiences...and conduct a bit of a personal experiment :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've set myself some rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. I have to be active online at least 4-5 times a week (aka, make an effort)&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll at least respond to anyone that emails me.&lt;br /&gt;3. Unless I fear for my life (let's hope not!), I'll at least go on a first date (I get the feeling most of these stories will be first dates...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother has told me many times to get on-line and try...I'll need some feedback before I actually pass this site along to her to see if she still holds to that thought ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to share some of your stories, and other feedback is welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Trying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6551174228659917113-4701378999638599206?l=on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4701378999638599206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6551174228659917113&amp;postID=4701378999638599206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551174228659917113/posts/default/4701378999638599206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6551174228659917113/posts/default/4701378999638599206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on-linedatingstories.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-internet-dating.html' title='Why Internet Dating?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
