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Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
The Art of Flirting

Ladies and gentleman of the..internet. Spring has sprung. The birds are chirping, the sun is shining, the pollen is making me sneeze and people probably think I have swine flu. It's the time of year when backyard cookouts happen, I realize that I haven't been to the gym nearly as much as I should have, and people start finding "summer romance".
While getting myself geared up for the warm weather, I was talking to a friend who asked my why I was still single. Long story short, we ended up discussing how different "dating" has become in our generation. It's awful. Specifically though, we spent a lot of time discussing flirting and how there is a very fine line between being flirtatious and being insulting..teasing vs. being rude.
It's been my experience that many people (boys and girls) consider making fun of the opposite sex as flirting. Wronggg. Picking on someone's possible insecurities to get them to laugh, say "Stop it, hehe" and hit you in the arm.. is not the best way to flirt with someone.. So instead of joking on me for how big my butt is and thinking you are cute..I would much rather you say " I love your smile" (thank you invisalign!)
Not a sermon..just a thought.
Not a sermon..just a thought.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
C-A-P-S CAPS CAPS CAPS!!!!




It's playoff time boys and girls, and that only means that hockey gets better and better. Hockey hasn't always been the top sport in DC ( although now there is no question that it should be considering all the other teams stink) and even though there are MANY reasons that I love rockin the red, I figured I'd give my lovely girlfriends (who could kinda care less about the game until they actually went to one) a couple more reasons to love the caps. I give you (from bottom to top)- Mike Green, Jose Theodore, Boyd Gordon and last but not least (my future husband, hopefully)Mr. Brooks Laich. Enjoy :)
Vocabulary Word of the Day
Word: FESSIMISTICPronunciation: FESS-A-MISTIC.
Definition: A sassy and genius mix between pesimistic and realistic describing a feeling normally associated with doucebag boys who refuse to act their age.
Use in a sentence: Sally, don't be so fessimistic, I'm sure Hector will call you tonight.
Explanation: If Sally is true to her fessimistic feelings, she won't be let down when Hector doesn't call.. because she didn't expect him to. What a jerkface.
Learn it, love it, use it.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Texting.. texting.. 1..2..3..

In today's day and age (I have no clue what that saying means, by the way) technology is EVERYWHERE. There's almost no way to escape it. Even Amish people are jealous and want to use it. I totally made that up, but I bet it's true. Especially with my generation, I feel like we have really been completely consumed with technology.I remember when the first computers were put in our classrooms in school, paging my boyfriend (of probably 3 days) "143" on his blue see through pager to tell him I loved him, watching Zack Morris getting his first cell phone and then getting my own, people going from plain cell phones, to flip phones, to fold out keyboard phones, to touch screen phones, blue tooths, blackberries, facebook, myspace, twitter, LinkedIn.. whew.. it goes on forever. There are about a billion and one ways to keep in touch with someone .. or stalk them. Last night I got a facebook message from a friend I saw over the weekend but hadnt seen in about 10 years. Hopefully he doesn't read this. His message was very nice, but at the end he asked me out....on facebook. Now call me old fashioned- but this is LAMMMMMEEE. I find it ironic how there are SO many ways to communicate with people now days, but yet someone who wants to go on a date with you (i.e enjoys talking to you/wants to get close to you), doesn't even pick up the phone to have a conversation with you (which is much more personal than a FB message or text). Ugh.
Signed,
Single in the City
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