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Essentially, I'm a geek attempting to not die alone.Ally http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003716065649052683noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921653032893113085.post-14273400297488303952013-08-10T11:51:00.003-07:002013-08-10T11:51:54.424-07:00Lesson #6- Develop a Personality of Your Own Don't Use Mine.One thing I can say about online dating is that it teaches you about yourself. It forces you to express why this guy is giving you the oogies of why that hottie should notice you. Mostly the former as opposed to the latter.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Me: </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">I'm good. I get the notifications on my phone, but I'm rocking a blackberry POS so I can't go to the site. That's why I'm a little slower to respond. I'm looking forward to getting out of work. What do you do?</span> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">(How do you like my transition there?</span></i><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">Roy: </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">Right now I'm in the annoying process of applying for jobs. I'm sort of in between things right now</span> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">(sent from the Match iPhone app! How does EVERYONE even the unemployed have an iPhone?? RED FLAG ALERT)</span></i> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">So what kinds of things do you like to do? </span><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Me: </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Mostly just relaxing. I really want to see "We're The Millers"**</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">***- He probably can't afford to take me there since there's that whole he's so unemployed he'll text me at 11:30 at night from the tail end of a FULL HOUSE marathon. #facepalm</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">**</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Fair questions since I'm listed as AlleyCat* and his username is sdfn9pd8s*</span></i><br />
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In short, Roy has helped me add to my list of turn offs. Roy is what I refer to as a mirror. Mirrors ask questions, consistently bouncing the conversation back to you. Their answers are always a variation of "I like that too." It's annoying as all hell because then the conversation is full of awkward pauses and you know what I start to think?<br />
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Gee, now he knows all sorts of shit about me and I know nothing about him. Brothers? Sisters? Favorite tv shows? Roots for the Yankees or Mets? I mean yeah he CLAIMS to like all the same stuff as me but that's obviously because he wasn't really paying attention.<br />
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Thank y'all for sticking with me through the dry period! You know what sucks the soul out? Dating. Dating a guy that you're not even that into. Having a grandma who you can tell is imagining how many bridesmaids you will have in the wedding to said guy. </div>
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Brandon was great if you can imagine dating a guy that you're not attracted to do to an overwhelming feeling of Dad-Is-That-You? Maybe I'm spoiled. I read a lot of smut. Loved 50 Shades. I read Sylvia Day and I love a good cheesy romance where girl meet a guy who is handsome and successful and a giant douchebag, but he mans up to win her over and they have crazy hot sex for the next twenty pages before the book ends. I know it doesn't work like that in real life, but I always imagined that there would be a physical attraction. Personally I like arms. I don't really care what the rest of him looks like as long as he's working that t-shirt like an actress/dancer/screenwriter/barista is working a Los Angeles Starbucks.</div>
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Brandon was 32, overweight, bearded, balding, oddly sweaty ALL THE TIME and really into talking about being a grandmaster wizard (????) of the Freemasons. Every date we went on he wore his Freemason swag. He was a super sweet guy and was willing to try a couple episodes of Supernatural. He even tried a bit of Doctor Who on Netflix. We probably could be decent friends, but it was a little weird for him. He gave off the distinct feeling of hoping to progress in the relationship while being batshit afraid of me. For example- I kissed him on the cheek. He turned pink, backed away, and then asked me out again Like four times. We went to the movies where he wouldn't hold my hand or pull the I'm stretching UH OH now my arm is around you. He went straight for the sweaty palm on my (clothed) thigh.</div>
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I was feeling defeated. Gross. Kinda fat, and just really wanting to get the fuck outta town. Went to Philadelphia. My friends meanwhile, I swear to god, without saying it in so many words were all:</div>
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They don't speak basketball, but the sentiment is the same. Also the message. The message was MATCH.COM. Match is turning out to be oddly like college. SOOOOO many choices. You don't know who these people are, and since Match.com uses screennames, you don't know real names and just have to hope these people are telling you the truth. However, they all seem way cooler than the people you just left behind (eHarmony) You really want them to like you since there is all sorts of ratings and choosing going on. Plus- there are parties. I really want to try one or two stir events. </div>
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I've been on Match.com for 3 days, and I have a date on Sunday with a guy that we shall call Nick. He's 34, a local high school history teacher (TRIVIA PARTNERRRRRR!!!), who likes reading, dogs, theater, and Mel Brooks movies especially Spaceballs. Let's not even TALK about his arms.</div>
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Ally http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003716065649052683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921653032893113085.post-83631866630118275272013-07-11T18:43:00.002-07:002013-07-11T18:43:27.919-07:00I CANNOT DATE MY DAD.I can't believe I went almost a whole month without updating. Jessi was not kidding. It takes a lot of time and effort to put together a decent blog. I don't know how Brittany Gibbons does it, because I adore everything she says. And J's Everyday Fashions updates DAILY. GAH. Can't do that.<br />
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<i>Check out my fave blogs when you're done with me!</i><br />
<a href="http://brittanyherself.com/"><i>http://brittanyherself.com/</i></a><i> - No words. She's amazeballs. She makes me feel better about myself and laughing.</i><br />
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<a href="http://practicallyfunctional.net/"><i>http://practicallyfunctional.net/</i></a><i> She's craftier than you, at all times. Everything is affordable. Oh hey, and she's a good friend of mine. CLICK IT.</i><br />
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<a href="http://jseverydayfashion.com/"><i>http://jseverydayfashion.com/</i></a><i> She takes expensive looks and makes them not expensive. And then she'll give coupons and all sorts of fashion based advice. I'm a little addicted.</i><br />
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Date #2 occured. We went to see Superman with the amazingly sexy Henry Cavill, and that was probably a bad move on my part.<br />
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Maybe I'm just not used to people touching me. It wasn't bad, but the sweat part was gross. Plus, I'm all woah there buddy. We didn't hold hands last time, and now you bought me a drink and popcorn so my hands are occupied, and you're going for a feel?<div>
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Anyway, finishing up the Brandon-related update, post-movie (we had had dinner first) came the scary part. He walked to my car, we made small talk and then he froze. First date he got a hug. This time I gave him a kiss on the cheek. He looked surprised but pleased. Kinda like my dog would when I gave him a treat for being adorable.<div>
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I reacted much like Jensen. He immediately backtracked by saying he was only trying to find out if I'd marry outside my race and citizenship. I decided to try and segue back into normal shit like, tell me about your job (NADA. FYI, he's 32), where you're from (NYC, but he's Haitian and on a VISA. ) First language? (French, Creole, THEN English). He seemed to get my drift and asked about traveling. (I'm gonna bypass that redflag from lack of citizenship and would I travel), because I like to and I want to more. I told him about my high school exchange program to Germany and how I really want to travel Europe.</div>
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Ally http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003716065649052683noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921653032893113085.post-51893812083955706942013-06-18T19:12:00.001-07:002013-06-18T19:12:35.980-07:00WHAT THE HELL HAPPENS ON THE SECOND DATE?I'm so serious people. I have no clue. Second date with Brandon is coming up on Thursday (We're seeing Man of Steel) (HENRY CAVILL NEEDS AN IDENTICAL TWIN YOUNGER BROTHER. I WOULD MOVE ANYWHERE FOR THAT. I WOULD QUIT MY JOB FOR THAT, AND I LOVE MY JOB.)<br />
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But back to me and online dating. I've been at this for what, 3 weeks? It feels like eight and a half years already. I've already had a guy bring up marriage. (32, lives in Brooklyn, works for a car rental company, not a US citizen, English is his THIRD language. That makes me feel more unaccomplished than uncomfortable. It's the marriage thing that bothered me more.) At this point I've noticed a trend. On JDate my matches were old. Like sugar daddy old. Seriously. If you're older than my Dad, I'm not hitting that with a ten foot pole. I am NOT Soon Yi Previn or Catherine Zeta Jones. On eHarmony, the guys are, lets say- more exotic. Less old white Jews and more Asian and African immigrants. Trying to avoid miscommunication is HARD with cultural AND language differences working against me. It's considerably grosser though when the options are all horn dogs.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">Sarah: </span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">The horny ones would message me and would seem ok for the first couple of messages. Then I would get messages saying "What are you wearing? Let's fuck." or "I have a boner right now, wanna fuck?" </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">Or they would just message asking what I was looking for and "I'm just looking for a night of fun. What are you doing tonight? Wanna do me?" </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">The scary ones: I would meet up with them and would just get a vibe I guess. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">Even the nice guys, when we met up, there was the awkward silence and struggling to find stuff to talk about.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">Sarah: </span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">Just be yourself. And if you're scared, just work on getting through it. Chances are he's just as scared as you are.</span></b></span></span></div>
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Ally http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003716065649052683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921653032893113085.post-39276472072331886992013-06-09T17:48:00.002-07:002013-06-10T09:36:30.074-07:00Rule # 4- I May Not Act Like A Lady, But You Damn Well Better Treat Me Like OneHello everyone! Glad to see you're still with me after my last post.<br />
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First: I completed the great purge: I deleted all those assholes who fell off the internet once I sent them a picture, the pricks whose first questions involved sex, and everyone with a strange username (among the fallen are User11, KSquare, and Indian Stud). Somehow, due to eHarmony's bizarre we'll-match-you-with-everyone-until-one-sticks policy, there are still 25 survivors. Still communicating with three or four.<br />
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Adam: Adam has been eliminated. He texted me approximately 5 hours before the date on Saturday and said that he wasn't feeling good and wanted to cancel. I knew from talking to him for about a week and a half that he seems to not feel good, or do stupid shit that ends with a broken ankle or wrist a lot. Sadly his injuries tended to amount to 1/3 of our conversations. He then proceeded to tell me he was almost out of text messages. Was I on Facebook?<br />
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<i>Time Out For Truth: I haven't "friended" any of these guys yet. A- I'm promoting my blog there and I don't want them reading it. B- That's how stalking starts, friends. Don't facebook friend anyone that you're not comfortable with, and sadly- I don't feel comfortable with any of them yet. Especially Adam. That's why my cousin Kris was going to be accompanying us. I'm not dumb enough to travel alone to a city I'm not familiar with and run off with a guy I've never met before. YOU SHOULDN'T BE EITHER.</i><br />
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Back to Adam: At this point I started ignoring his messages. Honestly, I was having an awesome weekend and didn't want to be bothered learning how to stop what was turning into a stage 5 clinger. That's right folks. The texts continued. And then the emails started. At this point I think he finally got it, because he sent a nice simple email: "Do you want to continue communicating? I'm sorry I canceled our date, but I can come up to NYC or something! It's very doable for me."<br />
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<i>Clinger Alert: WHAT ABOUT ME NOT RESPONDING TO YOUR TEXTS AND REFUSING TO FRIEND YOU ON FACEBOOK MADE YOU THINK I'D WANT YOU WHERE I LIVE?? SERIOUSLY? Seriously.</i><br />
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I responded back as politely as possible that I thought he was a nice guy but I wasn't feeling any chemistry, that I didn't feel like I couldn't maintain a North Jersey/Philly relationship, and that I'd rather not continue communication.<br />
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I actually did meet a guy at Philly Con who had the balls to ask for my number. He had me scribble it on a photo pick-up ticket with his sonic screwdriver pen. (Did I mention he was dressed as 11? *swoon*) Nothing interesting to talk about with him yet though, but it keeps hope alive!<br />
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Now to Brandon* (*as a reminder, names have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty.) who you may remember from a few posts ago asked me out. I've been getting increasingly nervous since I've been interviewing some friends for an upcoming post. I was getting all sorts of scenarios on how this could go terribly wrong.<br />
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He bought the tickets the night before, so I became reasonably confident that he wasn't going to cancel or ditch me. He even showed up early! We met up at the mall and went to Ruby Tuesdays where he paid for everything I wanted. I think he was nervous because he had a funny look in his eyes and he just talked and talked. He's never seen Doctor Who or Supernatural. In his defense, apparently the freemasons meet on Wednesdays. He promised to look into Doctor Who though. Even despite the fact that I know nothing about the freemasons, and he knew nothing about my shows we managed to maintain a pretty good conversation flow.<br />
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After that we walked around the mall for a bit until it was time for the movie. (He paid for snacks as well!) We saw Iron Man 3, which for the record- is exactly my idea of a good date movie. I just wish I could stand Gwyneth Paltrow better. I think she's been tainted by all that GOOP nonsense. I just don't like her or her face. Oh well. RDJ and that kid totally made the movie anyway. Brandon proved his merit by not feeling me up in the dark which would have been highly unattractive on a first date without looking like Jensen Ackles.<br />
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He just put his hand on mine for a few parts and we enjoyed the movie. All in all, he treated me like a lady so major points for him.<br />
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I know what you're thinking- Ally you went on a date and you said NOTHING about his looks. Good for you! It's not good. My first impression in person was that "Oh god he kinda reminds me of my Dad" feeling. It was horrible. He's overweight like me (and my dad), still slight taller than me though (Bonus! Can't date short guys), and balding. I'm not attracted to him to the point where it makes me sad. I wish I was, you know? He's nice. He likes me. I know he likes me since he asked me out again when we were saying good-bye. I'm going to go out with him again. I'm gonna give it a little time to see if I feel more chemistry. Not to mention I could use the experience. It's been a long time since I've been out and about with a guy. My mom and grandma are overjoyed. I think they were secretly afraid I'm a lesbian (and I blame my uncle wholeheartedly for starting that rude and untrue thought in their heads.) My best friend however, despite the fact that she's a thousand miles away and hasn't seen me in a year knew it right away though.<br />
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Ally http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003716065649052683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921653032893113085.post-31925297221424684112013-06-06T19:16:00.003-07:002013-06-10T09:38:28.553-07:00Let's Get Uncomfortable For A Moment<h4>
<i>DISCLAIMER: I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE FOR ANYTHING OFFENSIVE. SOMETIMES I'M JUST OFFENSIVE, I DON'T DO IT ON PURPOSE BECAUSE I DON'T HATE ANY OF YOU. I'VE GOT NOT AGAINST YOU - IT JUST SLIPS OUT. THESE ARE *MY* WORDS/OPINIONS/RANDOM MUSINGS AND AS MUCH AS I WANT YOU TO LIKE ME, NOT EVERYONE DOES.</i></h4>
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One of my biggest passions is Broadway shows, something inherited from my mother. My Dad took her to see A Chorus Line and then to dinner at Sardi's for an anniversary- super classy. So has anyone seen a little Tony Award winning show called Avenue Q?<br />
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Full disclosure: I am a white, Jewish girl from the suburbs and when I was younger, I wanted to be black. (Can I say that? African-American perhaps?) My neighbors and closest friends until well into elementary school were African-American. At Hanukkah, my mom got me and my sister the exact same dolls and she had to go back to the store and get me the black Barbie. My parents, I'm proud to say, totally didn't care. They wanted me to be happy and didn't care what was floating my boat. Other family members are not so... open. Let's just say being white and Jewish is enough to pass universal muster in the household.<br />
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It wasn't till I was older and was taught that I didn't want to walk down certain streets at night, and was made aware of certain stereotypes that I began to look at certain people differently. I don't like it, and sometimes it makes me angry, but I do sometimes look at people differently. People look at me differently, and honestly some things like affirmative action piss me off. <i>Pardon me, I'm so sorry but my white privilege is showing.</i><br />
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Getting back to topic, I answered all the questions on eHarmony, and I was getting a lot of similar names - think Ray/Roy, Jim/Tim, etc. Most surprising to me is that a lot of my matches are Asian and Muslim. Until this point I've only ever dated white Jewish or catholic guys. I've never been forced to imagine how my family would react to meeting Sunil, Karim, Zhuan, Lihn or Khalid. For all I know, one of them is THE ONE so I've responded to everyone who expressed interest. I give them all a fair chance until I just can't anymore. Sometimes they seem upset that I currently have no plans to go to grad school. <i>(block match) </i>Sometimes they have an overwhelming victim mentality <i>(block match) </i>And sometimes they don't like animals. <i>(WHAT PART OF MUST LOVE DOGS CONFUSED YOU?)</i><br />
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I'm also forced to think about would I date someone younger than me. <i>You're 22. WTF are you doing on a dating website. Shouldn't you be taking finals?</i> Plus then I start to wonder- Is this really who I'm being matched with? Or are there just an extraordinarily large amount of young asians on eharmony? I don't know if anyone has any experience with eHarmony in particular, but they send you an email with the 6 matches of the day. After a while you start to feel like they aren't actually matches, but just 6 more names being flung at you like a lifesaver so you can cling to one and feel like you aren't a completely disgusting person that no one will ever find attractive.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">*Apartment? (not a deal breaker)</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">*Nice arms? Accent? (huge points)</span></b><br />
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Personally, don't think I'm at a point in my life where I'd date a guy fresh out of college or practically middle aged. I'd feel like I was robbing a cradle or dating my dad. The religion thing is still a little scarier. In the meantime, I'm doing my best to be open-minded about dating outside of my white suburban circle of comfort.<br />
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Please feel free to comment! Would you date someone outside of your race/ethnicity/religion? Any stories about doing so? How about age? Has anybody robbed the cradle or found a sugar daddy? Let me know! Sharing is caring!<br />
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Just please- don't call me a racist. I'm just honestly curious; there is no need to be an asshole.Ally http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003716065649052683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921653032893113085.post-56145516142387136532013-05-30T18:37:00.002-07:002013-06-05T04:22:34.001-07:00Rule #3 Talk Nerdy To MeAlright guys and gals, let's be honest with ourselves. We all have a type. We have things that specifically attract to us to other people. For instance: I don't care who you're attracted to. Man, woman, Madame Vastra, whatever butters your buddha folks. I want a guy who also doesn't give two shits if I introduce him to my best gay guy friend or a lesbian. (Did you see what I just did there, I talked nerdy and I talked about my type. Because as much as I'd like to pretend that my type is still Brad Pitt, it's not.)<br />
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<br />Ally http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003716065649052683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921653032893113085.post-78639470362610036382013-05-27T14:21:00.005-07:002013-05-27T14:21:52.047-07:00Rule #1 : Nut Up Or Shut UpAs eHarmony's free communication weekend comes to a close, here are the stats:<br />
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<i>29 Matches (lies!)</i><br />
<i>Communicating with 9 of them</i><br />
<i>Emailing with 2 of them</i><br />
<i>Texting with two of them.</i><br />
<i>Scratch that 3. </i><br />
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I swore to myself that I'd do this at least twice as open-minded as my grandma, so 50% open. (I'm working on the whole judging people thing, I swear. I can't just shut it off in a day though if I'm hoping to find the one.<br />
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And in my defense, it is really easy to mix people up when everyone's names rhyme. I'm in full-on Bryan/Ryan, Tim/Tom, Dan/Don scenarios here, which makes it more hilarious when I get the random Mashariqs, Gogas, and Kaushals thrown in there.<br />
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I've communicated with everybody who sent me inquiries, and I seem to have eliminated the major of sex-obsessed losers because I don't want them. I gave out my number numerous times and I thought I had a winner, because one of them texted me almost immediately, and that is the way to my heart:<br />
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Nut Up Or Shut Up<br />
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#1- We shall call him Adam, since he was the first to text.<br />
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5'11 (Taller than me!)<br />
Jewish (Automatically family approved!)<br />
Likes animals and willing to watch Doctor Who and attend Wizard World Philly!<br />
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So the texting was happening, and now the hard news started rolling in.<br />
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He has no job, and currently no prospects.<br />
Lives with family but in his defense- both parents are seriously ill and he's needed there<br />
Has no car because due to lack of job, he can't afford the maintenance and upkeep.<br />
He hates a lot of physical activities due to past injuries, such as roller skating and ice skating.<br />
And for those who are thinking it: no. He doesn't have that sons of anarchy body that makes my panties drop. Not even close, so it's personality based.<br />
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More on other prospects later, but any thoughts on Adam?<br />
<br />Ally http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003716065649052683noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2921653032893113085.post-36044963105597394152013-05-25T10:35:00.001-07:002013-05-25T10:35:05.699-07:00Why You Should CareSo it finally happened. I've reached that point in my life where everyone seems to have found a match. A god, he's perfect why doesn't he have a single identical twin brother match. Every guy seems to have found his other half who is so perfect, I can't even look at her. Me? I'm on the sidelines trying to figure out if I want to be a third wheel or go it alone.<br />
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So far I've been going it alone, but is it so wrong to want a plus 1? Someone to get the popcorn before the movies? Lend me a jacket at a wedding because I'm freezing but I couldn't find one to go with my dress? Hell, someone to go with me to the wedding of guyfriend and perfectgirl?<br />
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I joined eHarmony because, to give you the cliff notes- I don't want to die alone and sometimes it feels like I'm going to. Every guy is either a typical Jersey douchebag, or taken, or even worse- not interested. Because nothing eats at the soul like being fat, feeling ugly AND alone and unlovable.<br />
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Moving on! Welcome to my blog, you can call me Ally! Names have been changed to protect the innocent and assholes.<br />
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Search begins... NOWAlly http://www.blogger.com/profile/17003716065649052683noreply@blogger.com0