<?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-4260189971487746624</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:33:39.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating on Craigslist</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-8845212131747473184</id><published>2008-07-29T10:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T11:00:27.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AJ Part Whatever</title><content type='html'>Hi guys.&lt;br /&gt;AJ and I celebrated 8 months together this month.  :)&lt;br /&gt;We are moving into an apartment together on Friday, and I couldn't be more excited.&lt;br /&gt;I love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-8845212131747473184?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8845212131747473184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=8845212131747473184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/8845212131747473184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/8845212131747473184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2008/07/aj-part-whatever.html' title='AJ Part Whatever'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-4560592167748075564</id><published>2007-11-24T17:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T11:02:03.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AJ Part IX</title><content type='html'>No one wants to hear about this stuff IRL.&lt;br /&gt;And if they come to this blog, they know what they're going to get.&lt;br /&gt;So can I just say...&lt;br /&gt;I am deliriously happy to be with AJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said today that he wanted me to come down to Sarasota with him soon to meet his folks.  I can't wait to introduce him to my peeps, especially my sisters and brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just feels right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-4560592167748075564?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/4560592167748075564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=4560592167748075564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/4560592167748075564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/4560592167748075564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-one-wants-to-hear-about-this-stuff.html' title='AJ Part IX'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-2982254676656392840</id><published>2007-11-23T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T13:30:23.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AJ, Part VIII</title><content type='html'>AJ's family went to the yacht club for Thanksgiving, and he really didn't want to go, but knew he had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ: I told my mother about you and she seemed miffed that I didn't drag you down here to meet them&lt;br /&gt;Di: awww.  yeah you should have. &lt;br /&gt;AJ: Would you have agreed to come?&lt;br /&gt;Di: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;AJ: dammit!&lt;br /&gt;Di: yes, i'd have agreed to go.  you learn a lot about someone from how their folks are.  so yeah, i want to meet your peeps sometime.&lt;br /&gt;AJ: well I regret not extending the invitation :-(&lt;br /&gt;Di: it's okay, i'd hate to crash the yacht club.&lt;br /&gt;AJ: haha. I'd love for you to crash the yacht club&lt;br /&gt;Di: haha.  i'm very parent-friendly.  i'm a klutz, but parents tend to like me despite that.&lt;br /&gt;AJ: well, next time I have to go to the yacht club, you ARE coming with. Regardless of your feelings on the matter&lt;br /&gt;Di: haha okay.  it's a deal then.  maybe christmas.&lt;br /&gt;AJ: That would be great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-2982254676656392840?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/2982254676656392840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=2982254676656392840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/2982254676656392840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/2982254676656392840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/11/aj-part-viii.html' title='AJ, Part VIII'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-3767056616382438306</id><published>2007-11-21T21:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T21:56:54.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DS, part II</title><content type='html'>Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a call from D.  19 days after our date.  He was calling to see if I'd like to go out this weekend.  There is no way I'd accept a date from a guy if he can't find the time in 3 weeks to call me and want to see me.  Absolutely not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-3767056616382438306?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/3767056616382438306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=3767056616382438306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/3767056616382438306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/3767056616382438306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/11/ds-part-ii.html' title='DS, part II'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-2182876044946397812</id><published>2007-11-21T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T22:25:22.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AJ, Part VII</title><content type='html'>I really don't want to brag, but...  My friend Rex is right.  This one is a keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night AJ cooked us dinner, gnocci with bruschetta.  It was delicious.  Then we curled up together to watch Amistad.  After that I wanted a bath, and since I don't have a bathtub at my place, AJ offered up his.  However, since his water doesn't get hot enough for an enjoyable bath, he put two huge pots of water on the stove for me and drew me a steamy bath to relax in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and last night I made him dinner to return the favor and cut the hell out of my finger in the process.  I called AJ and let him know we might need to go to a clinic and get me stitches when he got there, and could he pick some some brown button mushrooms on the way.  He said sure, and showed up at the door 4 minutes later with mushrooms, a 6 pack of beer, and flowers.  How did I get so lucky?  Turns out I didn't need stitches, so that was good.  He finished the cooking and bandaged my hand.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  I'm really not letting this one get away.  On Nov. 16, we made things official.  AJ is my boyfriend now.  Eeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing?  He totally leaves the toilet seat up.  At his house, I couldn't care less, but come on!  At my apartment I keep the lid down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-2182876044946397812?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/2182876044946397812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=2182876044946397812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/2182876044946397812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/2182876044946397812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/11/aj-part-vii.html' title='AJ, Part VII'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-5593507924952665178</id><published>2007-11-16T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T14:36:25.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AJ, VI</title><content type='html'>Last night AJ and I were on his bed.  (And thank god, too, because I'd been dying to make out with someone cute for months.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He suddenly got a stricken look on his face and asked if I'd mind waiting in the living room while he did something.  So I went out there, waited a moment, and then peeked through the doorway to see him changing the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is that?  Unbelievably cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-5593507924952665178?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/5593507924952665178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=5593507924952665178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/5593507924952665178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/5593507924952665178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/11/aj-vi.html' title='AJ, VI'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-8856369352717682437</id><published>2007-11-14T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T23:52:44.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AJ, part V</title><content type='html'>I'm hanging up the hat on this random dating thing.  Tonight AJ and I talked, and yes, we're dating.  Not in a relationship, but still!  He's great.  I can't talk about him without sounding ridiculous, so rest assured that I think he's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you Gainesvillians will get to meet him sometime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-8856369352717682437?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8856369352717682437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=8856369352717682437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/8856369352717682437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/8856369352717682437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/11/aj-part-v.html' title='AJ, part V'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-6513813555645867140</id><published>2007-11-14T07:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T07:26:50.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AJ, part IV</title><content type='html'>Last night AJ accompanied me to my open mic night.  The open mic portion was awful (bad crowd) but he's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was my 30th first date and 123rd response of the Craigslist experiment.  I'll make a more complete update about how I feel about the whole thing in a couple of days.  I think this blog will be turned into a short non-fiction essay soon, which I may post here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-6513813555645867140?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/6513813555645867140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=6513813555645867140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/6513813555645867140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/6513813555645867140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/11/aj-part-iv.html' title='AJ, part IV'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-1477778458065130062</id><published>2007-11-13T01:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T01:21:41.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AJ, part III</title><content type='html'>Guys, good news.  This one is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;AJ and I went to the free Reel Big Fish/Less Than Jake concert on campus.  He didn't even laugh at me when I squealed like a girl when they played "Johnny Quest Thinks We're Sellouts."  THAT is a sign that this one is a keeper.&lt;br /&gt;Also I really don't want my PERSONAL personal business on here, but he's cute, and charming, and I'm a total spaz about it.  I LIKE this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross your fingers for me that he doesn't call me a bitch or drive drunk or shave his facial hair off during a date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-1477778458065130062?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/1477778458065130062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=1477778458065130062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/1477778458065130062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/1477778458065130062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/11/aj-part-iii.html' title='AJ, part III'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-3234674122588736253</id><published>2007-11-11T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T16:14:52.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AJ, part II</title><content type='html'>So, my friend Philip was driving down from Jacksonville to come see a show, so I invited AJ to go along with us.  We went down to the venue and got wristbands, and then wandered around the bi-annual downtown arts festival.  Got some food, chatted, had a good time.  Then it was back up to the venue for the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening acts were awful, but I had a good time talking to AJ and Phil.  After the show we went to see a comedian at a local hotel (I know), and that wasn't too bad.  AJ was sweetly affectionate, but not PDA-level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the comedian's very short set, we went over to a local bar to hang out and talk more, and it was really nice.  Just very low-key, you know?  After that we went back to my apartment (where Phil was staying) and talked a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked AJ out to his car and, yes, we did make out.  Actually, we got honked at by a car because AJ wasn't actually in a real parking space and they wanted us to move so they could get into the lot.  It was horribly embarrassing, but funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this guy.  Tomorrow night we're going to see Reel Big Fish and Less Than Jake, so that should really be a trip back in time to high school.  I love talking with AJ, he's cute, fit, funny, shy in the good way...  I would like for this to develop and see where it goes.  I have a really good feeling about AJ.  Thus far, he hasn't disappointed me.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-3234674122588736253?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/3234674122588736253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=3234674122588736253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/3234674122588736253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/3234674122588736253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/11/aj-part-ii.html' title='AJ, part II'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-4288114338360975965</id><published>2007-11-09T22:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T00:17:02.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan, Part II</title><content type='html'>Ecch!  When I misjudge a person I REALLY do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Jonathan downtown tonight.  When I got out of his car, he had to show me how to lock the door (it's a 1969 Chevelle and a bit finicky), and so I said "OK, I think I can handle that."  And his response was "You better, bitch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we crossed the street to a pub to get a beer, and he strode out in front of me, in traffic, and then instructed me to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, man.  I don't date dudes who call me bitch or don't care for my well-being.  When he got his beer at the pub (I wasn't drinking) I told him I didn't see it going anywhere.  He said "Ohhh... Uh.  Yeah.  I didn't either, really.  Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-4288114338360975965?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/4288114338360975965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=4288114338360975965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/4288114338360975965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/4288114338360975965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/11/jonathan-part-ii.html' title='Jonathan, Part II'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-9221551960380646374</id><published>2007-11-09T03:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T03:11:08.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AJ</title><content type='html'>Whew!  Another good first date!  This one was with AJ, a 23 year old political science major from LA/Sarasota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up at the coffee shop and talked non-stop for about an hour and a half.  It was going really well and I was surprised!  One thing we talked about is how on a first date sometimes you have to, at the end of the night, give the "let's be friends" speech.  It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went over to a bar for a beer.  Some of my friends (including Red Andy) were there, so that was great to see them.  The bar was too loud and I was too cold, though, so AJ and I didn't stay too long though, maybe an hour, before we went over to my apartment and talked for about another two hours before this exchange happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ:  So, are you going to give me the "let's just be friends" talk now?&lt;br /&gt;Di:  No, are you about to give it to me?&lt;br /&gt;AJ:  *laugh*  No, so I guess I can do this then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he kissed me.  It was so charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to see him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-9221551960380646374?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/9221551960380646374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=9221551960380646374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/9221551960380646374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/9221551960380646374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/11/aj.html' title='AJ'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-5108786300892745109</id><published>2007-11-07T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:54:18.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan</title><content type='html'>I met Jonathan at a potluck Red Andy hosted last Saturday.  We had an interesting talk about graphic design, and he tracked me down on facebook the next day to ask if I wanted to meet up.  I liked that he actually bothered to do some work (ahem) to find me.  So anyway, last night we went out for a beer and had a great conversation.  Then I took him to my open mic night (I do spoken word) and introduced him to my friend there.  It was a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-5108786300892745109?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/5108786300892745109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=5108786300892745109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/5108786300892745109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/5108786300892745109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/11/jonathan.html' title='Jonathan'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-5028015657973222814</id><published>2007-11-06T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T12:04:54.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They are just not that into me.</title><content type='html'>It all finally just clicked.  They are just not that into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis: Made me do all the footwork.  Texted me only when he was bored.&lt;br /&gt;The Venezuelan: Never called, and didn't make a move on me.&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Adam: Never called.&lt;br /&gt;Mark E:  Told me to my face he just wasn't that into me.&lt;br /&gt;Red Andy:  Told me to my face he didn't want to date me.&lt;br /&gt;Wes: Told me it wasn't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes me so much clearer.  Forget these dudes!  Man, has this experiment been a waste of time in meeting men.  However, it's been an excellent exercise in figuring out what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experiment is almost over, by the way.  I have a few more people to meet from Craigslist and I think the ad expires within the next 2 weeks.  It's been interesting so far though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-5028015657973222814?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/5028015657973222814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=5028015657973222814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/5028015657973222814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/5028015657973222814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/11/they-are-just-not-that-into-me.html' title='They are just not that into me.'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-6122369786535222106</id><published>2007-11-05T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:53:38.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Travis, Part II</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday I saw Travis again.  I drove downtown to his apartment and we walked over to a pizza place and had a great early dinner.  It was really fun, actually.  He's a good conversationalist.&lt;br /&gt;We walked back to his place, and not having anything else to do, watched Austin Powers on TV.  I know, he sounds like a TV head, right?  I'm sort of thinking that.  But then, what else do you by way of hanging out on a Sunday evening?  I'm not sure, so I'm willing to overlook the TV consumption for right now.  And as much as I act proud to not own a TV, I miss it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally got up to go get some work done, and he walked me out.  He said "See you soon," which made me all stupid, haha.  I figure though that after hanging out 3 times with no physical moves there was no chance of a relationship.  You know, the "friend box."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-6122369786535222106?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/6122369786535222106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=6122369786535222106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/6122369786535222106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/6122369786535222106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/11/travis-part-ii.html' title='Travis, Part II'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-6033285087236484847</id><published>2007-11-03T17:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T17:41:23.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris K.</title><content type='html'>Before you even meet a girl is not the time to disclose all your personal baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about meeting up with this guy Chris K. but an AIM conversation killed that interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we had chatted for about 5 minutes when he began explaining why we wouldn't work.  Bear in mind, HE responded to MY ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris: so, I was at work last night looking on craigslist because im looking for a flat.  and occasionally I look at the "seeking" sections because some people write some really funny posts, and yours seemed geniune.  so I wrote you a message about being an omnivore.&lt;br /&gt;di: haha.&lt;br /&gt;chris: figured, you seem cool and I could always use more friends.&lt;br /&gt;di: i thought you were joking and i'd never hear from you again.  or you were a spammer.&lt;br /&gt;chris: I don't think I fit your profile in terms of what your looking for in a significant other.  for example:  you are looking for someone of a stocky build.  I am tall and thin.  well-traveled: does Canada count?&lt;br /&gt;chris: i have some left politics, but some right as well. I'm a registered independent, and think I am way too young to put myself on one side of the fence or the other at this point.  I'm an observer at this point.&lt;br /&gt;chris: i eat vegetables.  but I also eat meat.  I do care about animals.  but I also eat them. :X&lt;br /&gt;chris: and i'm 22, which is&lt;br /&gt;chris: well, seemed like you are looking for someone older.  you wrote 22-35.&lt;br /&gt;di: if what you're trying to say is that you're not interested in getting to know me, that's okay with me.&lt;br /&gt;chris: i'm not writing that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second...  Well, just read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di: how was your halloween?&lt;br /&gt;chris: it was alright.  im kind of tripping right now.&lt;br /&gt;di: on...?  or did something happen?&lt;br /&gt;chris: well im, you know, living with taylor for a few days, and he takes ambien.&lt;br /&gt;di: ohh.&lt;br /&gt;chris: and gave me an ambien.&lt;br /&gt;di: that's not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third:  Baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris: my ex left me.&lt;br /&gt;di: why?&lt;br /&gt;chris: no clue.  maybe i wasnt what she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;di: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;chris: my ex left me while i was very depressed.&lt;br /&gt;di: are you still?&lt;br /&gt;chris: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;di: are you on something for that?&lt;br /&gt;chris: i thought my ex would stick by my side.  help me pull out of it.  we could have done it together.  it would have made us closer and stronger.  but instead she left.&lt;br /&gt;chris: no.  i dont like antidepressant drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth:  Emoooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris: im sick of people.  i want to disappear.  seems that everyone just wants something out of me, or wants to use me.  im sick of gainesville and the shitty people i meet all the time&lt;br /&gt;notwiththe Eyes: hmm.  gainesville can be a little claustrophobic.&lt;br /&gt;chris: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;di: well, i hope you get to feeling better about gainesville.&lt;br /&gt;chris: eh.  im done with all this nonsense.  im probably moving back home.&lt;br /&gt;notwiththe Eyes: where is home?&lt;br /&gt;chris: few different places.  my parents own places in different states, so im probably moving back to new york or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-6033285087236484847?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/6033285087236484847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=6033285087236484847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/6033285087236484847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/6033285087236484847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/11/chris-k.html' title='Chris K.'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-3042952531730799519</id><published>2007-11-02T13:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T13:21:21.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DS</title><content type='html'>I just met up with this guy D for lunch.  I can't put his first name on here because it's really unusual and I don't want anyone to actually know who these guys are, since they don't know I'm keeping this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  Just because someone is gorgeous doesn't mean they're interesting.  Remember that.&lt;br /&gt;I first saw D over a month ago on campus and was shocked because he was GORGEOUS.  He had just been to career fair and so had a name tag on.  I remembered his really unusual name and sent him a message on Facebook on Wednesday (I know, I'm a man-eater).  So he replied and asked me out to lunch.  I was so excited!  Cute guy, lunch, yeah!  So we meet up today and it's pretty much immediately awful.  In greeting me, he shakes my hand with this really limp, awful handshake.&lt;br /&gt;Guys.  I don't care if you're shaking hands with a girl.  BE FIRM.  Women equate handshakes with penises.  I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.  Bad start.  Over lunch, he talked my ear off.  I could hardly get anything in, and when I did, he steamrollered right over me and kept going.  It was almost hilarious.  It did get to the point where I was just not listening and enjoying watching him.  I have no desire to see him again, but if I could transplant a better conversationalist into that body, I would in a heartbeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-3042952531730799519?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/3042952531730799519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=3042952531730799519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/3042952531730799519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/3042952531730799519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/11/ds.html' title='DS'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-1631108007074222692</id><published>2007-11-01T02:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T02:06:02.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Travis</title><content type='html'>Travis and I met a week ago at motown night.  He was alone at the bar and looked adorable, so I went up and asked what he was drinking as an ice breaker.  Apparently it worked because we ended up talking for over 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I saw him again.  I took him as my date to a Halloween party my friends were having, and he seemed to have a good time.  He went as Shaggy and I went as an astronaut (though he said I was Sigourney Weaver, which was cute).  Anyway, we stayed for a little bit and then went back to his apartment.  Ended up watching tv for a couple of hours and just talking.  He's excellent company.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very chaste date though.  I think his hand touched my knee, and my hand touched his bicep.  But I liked that... It makes me more curious about him.&lt;br /&gt;He walked me outside, and asked if I'd call him tomorrow.  I teased "You have a phone, too, you know." and he said "OK, expect a call from me tomorrow then."  I really like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire, Tarah, Phoebe, what did you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-1631108007074222692?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/1631108007074222692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=1631108007074222692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/1631108007074222692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/1631108007074222692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/11/travis.html' title='Travis'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-3156227124351187703</id><published>2007-10-30T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T19:31:20.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Firefighter Adam, Pt II</title><content type='html'>Well, Firefighter Adam and I were supposed to go get drinks tonight for our second date, but he has a cold.  I had been kind of dreading this date since we set it up.  I know you can't really judge someone based on the first date, but I just KNEW there wasn't any chemistry, and none was going to develop.  He just didn't seem to "get" who I am as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight on the phone when he called to cancel our date, I was relieved, and took the opportunity to let him down and explain that things weren't going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He asked me several times what I write about.  Beyond "whatever inspires me," I didn't know what to say.  That answer just wasn't good enough for him.&lt;br /&gt;- No college education.&lt;br /&gt;- He asked a ton of questions. I felt like I was always explaining something to him. I had a high school boyfriend like this and eventually dumped him for it. The intelligence level just isn't there.&lt;br /&gt;- This one sounds weird, but OVERLY complimentary.  Like, seemed super desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-3156227124351187703?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/3156227124351187703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=3156227124351187703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/3156227124351187703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/3156227124351187703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/10/firefighter-adam-pt-ii.html' title='Firefighter Adam, Pt II'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-885075626172515206</id><published>2007-10-29T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T19:35:47.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>status  by the numbers</title><content type='html'>My Craigslist success by the numbers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days since August 22, when the ad went up:  68&lt;br /&gt;Number of responses:  119&lt;br /&gt;Number of emails I've answered:  35&lt;br /&gt;Number of first dates I've been on:  26&lt;br /&gt;Number of second dates I've been on:  8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at it like that, my success has been pretty dismal.  But, you know, until you meet the person who's really good for you, no one has a good dating track record.  Everything ends, until one doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm managing to stay friends with Red Andy, Mark E., and the Venezuelan.  I have upcoming dates with Firefighter Adam, Guitar Adam, and one I haven't posted about yet, Travis.  I met Travis at a bar and asked him what he was drinking to start a conversation.  We ended up talking for over 2 hours and traded numbers.  Even if that doesn't turn out to be anything, he's very friendly and I met a couple of his pals at the bar and would like to hang out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If nothing else, this experiment is showing me what else is out there.  The answer:  Not much.  I'm glad to know that I'm just fine on my own though.  Sometimes I miss having someone steady to come home to, but mostly I take comfort in the fact that I am a successful, motivated woman who doesn't need anyone else to help me out.  It's reassuring, since I've ALWAYS been the girl with the boyfriend.  I didn't know how I'd feel about being on my own.  I kinda like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll keep things updated.  Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-885075626172515206?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/885075626172515206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=885075626172515206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/885075626172515206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/885075626172515206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/10/status-by-numbers.html' title='status  by the numbers'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-4680462883362070929</id><published>2007-10-25T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:51:30.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Venezuelan, part II</title><content type='html'>¡Ay!  El venezolano y yo no tienen nada química.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went out to Payne's Prairie and laid on the trunk of my car and looked at the stars.  It was nice, actually.  We talked about our families, and work, and life.  But there was no chemistry there at all.  I was a little let down, but I think it was good for our friendship to see each other outside the library for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're going to be friends.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-4680462883362070929?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/4680462883362070929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=4680462883362070929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/4680462883362070929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/4680462883362070929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/10/venezuelan-part-ii.html' title='The Venezuelan, part II'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-9142357528453979212</id><published>2007-10-22T23:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:51:52.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Venezuelan</title><content type='html'>Claire, you'll get a kick out of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, during grad school orientation in the first week of August, Claire and I went to the library together, and there was a smoking hot librarian.  I totally eyed him, and commented to Claire "That guy is sooo cute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I go to the library about twice a week nowadays.  The librarian and I somehow struck up a friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's got a date with a Venezuelan librarian on Wednesday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-9142357528453979212?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/9142357528453979212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=9142357528453979212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/9142357528453979212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/9142357528453979212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/10/venezuelan.html' title='The Venezuelan'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-8210052412868240858</id><published>2007-10-22T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:36:13.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Firefighter Adam</title><content type='html'>There are so many Adams in this town.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I met up with Adam the firefighter for dinner at Yamoto.  Because of some crossed wires during our emails, I was an hour late, but he was really understanding.  I was still really embarrassed though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dinner was nice.  Adam is 30, divorced, no kids.  He's nice enough, but we honestly don't have much in common.  Sweet guy, just not the one for me.  Conversation was a little forced, and I just wasn't intrigued by him.  It was like everything was out there to see, and come on, there ought to be a little mystery on a first date.  Otherwise I feel like the guy is just simplistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it didn't really help his case that he finished high school 12 years ago and never went to college.  Being a firefighter is an important job, but I think I'd rather be with someone more educated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-8210052412868240858?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8210052412868240858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=8210052412868240858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/8210052412868240858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/8210052412868240858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/10/firefighter-adam.html' title='Firefighter Adam'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-2933472785564561921</id><published>2007-10-22T09:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:29:46.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Adam</title><content type='html'>Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I met Guitar Adam at open mic night.  I read slam poetry, he did some acoustic Elton John covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we met up and had dinner at a vegetarian restaurant.  It was fine.  The conversation was a little stilted (I was tired and he was boring), but I figured it was just bad timing.  So we hung out.  He puts on music.  HIS music.  Did I mention he has a website of his electronic music?  Yeah.  So he puts on some songs he composed, which aren't bad, but it's the principle of the thing.  And then he kind of makes a move on me, very clumsily.  And then says "So, do you want to play around?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed before I could catch myself.  So much for smooth.  This guy's about as smooth as a broken glass glued to sandpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him, no, I would not like to "play around" (what is this, anyway, golf?), and wrapped up the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I didn't have anything else planned for that night anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-2933472785564561921?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/2933472785564561921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=2933472785564561921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/2933472785564561921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/2933472785564561921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/10/guitar-adam.html' title='Guitar Adam'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-1746884996259326107</id><published>2007-10-20T12:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:51:06.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark E., Part V continued</title><content type='html'>I felt very optimistic about Mark E.  Not in a "This is going to work whether it should or not" kind of way, but just that I felt it was working out naturally and unfolding in a healthy way.  So, when Mark and I set up plans to see each other Friday night, after having a good date Wednesday, I felt like that was a natural progression.&lt;br /&gt;I went over to his apartment (maybe this is a red flag... we didn't go out, but hung out at his apartment, shouldn't the first dates be out doing things?) and we started watching some TV.  I was really tired from getting a lot of work done during the week, so I wanted a good relaxing break. &lt;br /&gt;However, I knew I didn't want to move too quickly, so we talked about it. Mark said he didn't want a relationship, and that he felt like I did, which is true.  I'm actively looking for the person for me.  He's not, and just wants to date and maybe make out with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he said I was still welcome to spend the night if I wanted!  I'm no one's easy lay.  If you don't want to date me, you're not getting any.  Sorry, end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm disappointed is because this seems to be emerging as a pattern.  They say, yes, they're interested, they'd like to see me more, everything is a go.  And then after a couple of dates (2 for Andy and 4 for Wes) they suddenly realize they're not ready and drop me.  Why didn't they realize they weren't ready before?  Come on, it's not that hard to know what you want if you do a minimum of soul-searching before responding to a personals ad or taking someone out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-1746884996259326107?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/1746884996259326107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=1746884996259326107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/1746884996259326107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/1746884996259326107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/10/mark-e-part-v-continued.html' title='Mark E., Part V continued'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-2729258274560289246</id><published>2007-10-20T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T00:24:23.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark E., Part V</title><content type='html'>Am I just fundamentally un-dateable?  I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update tomorrow with the final chapter in the story of Mark E.  It's not pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-2729258274560289246?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/2729258274560289246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=2729258274560289246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/2729258274560289246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/2729258274560289246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/10/mark-e-part-v.html' title='Mark E., Part V'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-9037810411689825180</id><published>2007-10-18T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:27:39.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew Mauldin</title><content type='html'>Read this response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I am so sorry bother you. How are you doing? I am doing good. I saw all your pictures, you look so beauitful, and cute too. I would like know to more about you. To make new friends with you. Right now I m 30 and live in &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I m not happy here. I used live in &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for about 13  years, I really miss Florida cause their are so much fun anythings than &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are suck! lol. I will going back in &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sooner, I think this  Dec till spring. Not sure yet. I m Matthew. I hope we can chat each other soon. When you felt ready. I am total respect you. You can ask me anything, I will be your answer if you want to. I hope hear from you soon. Thanks, Matthew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that English?  I'm not sure.  So I did some online sleuthing and found this guy's MySpace.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/springdragon77 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/36386305"&gt;http://profiles.friendster.com/36386305&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he's my soulmate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-9037810411689825180?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/9037810411689825180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=9037810411689825180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/9037810411689825180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/9037810411689825180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/10/matthew-mauldin.html' title='Matthew Mauldin'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-748838351228228228</id><published>2007-10-18T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T13:40:14.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blkjack6996@comcast.net</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is not how you should write a response to a personals ad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, you are kinda cute. But a little over the top with that organic stuff. I am a poet and a writer photographer. I live in Jacksonville but come to Gainesville quite a bit. As you can see from my picture I believe in taking care of my body. But my sprit comes first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he attached a hilarious picture. He's probably late 30s, with a soul patch and some really bad tattoos. Ooh, baby, sign me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-748838351228228228?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/748838351228228228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=748838351228228228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/748838351228228228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/748838351228228228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/10/blkjack6996comcastnet.html' title='blkjack6996@comcast.net'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-6456409607863124151</id><published>2007-10-18T01:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:49:27.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark E., Part III/IV</title><content type='html'>So, I didn't blog about it, but a couple of weeks ago I hung out with Mark E. again (previously known only as Mark, since I went out with a Mark Z also).  We watched a movie and talked, and it was great.  I felt like there might be some chemistry there, but it sort of wasn't a date, and I'd kind of written him off as only friend material at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tonight we hung out for the fourth time, I guess.  We went out for sushi and then watched Pan's Labyrinth at his apartment.  It was really low key and nice, actually.  He seems like a nice guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-6456409607863124151?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/6456409607863124151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=6456409607863124151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/6456409607863124151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/6456409607863124151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/10/mark-e-part-iiiiv.html' title='Mark E., Part III/IV'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-5051587052495883554</id><published>2007-10-13T21:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:36:38.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewish Adam</title><content type='html'>I just had dinner with Jewish Adam at a Japanese restaurant.  He's cute, but not that bright.  He takes about 2-3 classes at a time because he has a hard time completing the work otherwise.  I handled 6 classes at a time in undergrad, so I know I'm a little biased, but that just doesn't seem up to speed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know... Just didn't feel it with the guy.  Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-5051587052495883554?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/5051587052495883554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=5051587052495883554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/5051587052495883554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/5051587052495883554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/10/adam.html' title='Jewish Adam'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-131509923608541228</id><published>2007-10-11T16:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T16:18:15.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuban Sean</title><content type='html'>Since I've already gone out with another Sean (remember the drunk driver?), I'll call this one Cuban Sean.  He grew up in Miami, and loves comic books and music.  He just took the LSAT and wants to go to law school.  I like him a lot, and I think it went really well.  He's friendly, cuter in person than in photos, and he has a great accent.  He definitely said "I'll see you later!" when we were leaving the library.  I hope so, dude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-131509923608541228?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/131509923608541228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=131509923608541228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/131509923608541228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/131509923608541228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/10/cuban-sean.html' title='Cuban Sean'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-1813936301203665052</id><published>2007-10-11T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:10:10.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike D. / Jake</title><content type='html'>Haha.  Oh jeez.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had dinner with Mike D.  Let's just say that having dinner with a 23 year old anime nerd who lives with his parents and says "true dat" was HILARIOUS.  What the hell!  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I went out dancing with my friend and met this guy Jake who seemed nice.  Turns out he was a total creep and was pressuring me to take him home.  "Let's get out of here.  Come on.  Love your boots.  Let's go somewhere else."  When I was like "dude, I don't really know you," he got OFFENDED and told me he "thought [I] looked fun!"  Haha, dude, pressuring me to hang out with you will get you nowhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-1813936301203665052?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/1813936301203665052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=1813936301203665052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/1813936301203665052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/1813936301203665052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/10/mike-d-jake.html' title='Mike D. / Jake'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-1229862653270504663</id><published>2007-10-09T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:37:29.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enrique / Mark Z. Part II</title><content type='html'>So I had dinner with Enrique at Olive Garden (his pick).  It was all right.  He's nice, but man he's definitely not attractive to me.  Also, he pretty much didn't ask me about myself at all.  That sounds kind of conceited, but you know what I mean.  It was all about him and his experiences moving to America from Colombia.  Whatever.  He's nice, but there was no chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I met up with Mark Z. at this cool art show to see some short films by this guy Brent Green.  They were so cool.  We had some drinks, and then we threw my bike in his truck to go home.  He's a sweet guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-1229862653270504663?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/1229862653270504663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=1229862653270504663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/1229862653270504663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/1229862653270504663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/10/enrique-mark-part-ii.html' title='Enrique / Mark Z. Part II'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-1006453011615757513</id><published>2007-10-07T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T16:32:06.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girish</title><content type='html'>Not attracted to him at all.&lt;br /&gt;We met for coffee/tea and played Scrabble.  Nothing happening there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-1006453011615757513?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/1006453011615757513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=1006453011615757513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/1006453011615757513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/1006453011615757513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/10/girish.html' title='Girish'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-8486131430495522385</id><published>2007-10-07T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T11:13:23.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Z</title><content type='html'>I had a great date last night with Mark Z.  Actually, it was weird.  We met up for coffee/tea and ended up talking for 4 hours straight.  I had to go home and get some work done, but after I did we met up for some beers at the pub.  We ended up walking over to a bar to see a band I like play.  Overall, it was actually great.  We talked a lot, and I like the guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the funniest thing about meeting Mark?  He's a student of Wes's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-8486131430495522385?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8486131430495522385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=8486131430495522385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/8486131430495522385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/8486131430495522385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/10/mark-z.html' title='Mark Z'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-5733084197776797625</id><published>2007-10-06T19:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T19:12:50.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drexel, Part II</title><content type='html'>I had dinner with Drexel at an Indian restaurant Thursday night.  It was actually really great.  We had good conversation, and I think he enjoyed the food.  It was his first time trying Indian.&lt;br /&gt;When the checks came I tried to pay my way.  He kept insisting, so I figured I'd better let him.  What's the protocol on that?  Do you just not let him?  I don't know.  I felt weird about it, but he wanted to, so...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll see him again.  He seems really busy with school work right now, but we'll see.  He's sweet, I just need to get to know him more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-5733084197776797625?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/5733084197776797625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=5733084197776797625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/5733084197776797625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/5733084197776797625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/10/drexel-part-ii.html' title='Drexel, Part II'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-8525415731307476032</id><published>2007-10-01T19:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:24:59.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Christ!  ("wilickit")</title><content type='html'>from "Wilickit@aol.com" &lt;wilickit@aol.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to        pers-433215407@craigslist.org    &lt;br /&gt;date        Oct 1, 2007 3:56 PM    &lt;br /&gt;subject        Poetry student seeking spiritual man - 21    &lt;br /&gt;mailed-by        craigslist.org    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i have a few licks  on night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from "Wilickit@aol.com" &lt;wilickit@aol.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to        pers-433215407@craigslist.org    &lt;br /&gt;date        Oct 1, 2007 5:03 PM    &lt;br /&gt;subject        Poetry student seeking spiritual man - 21    &lt;br /&gt;mailed-by        craigslist.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me lick it for a few hours&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-8525415731307476032?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8525415731307476032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=8525415731307476032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/8525415731307476032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/8525415731307476032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/10/jesus-christ-wilickit.html' title='Jesus Christ!  (&quot;wilickit&quot;)'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-7782896230154185345</id><published>2007-09-30T03:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:48:01.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Andy, part III, and Jack</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went over to Andy's house for some pie and to watch "Magnolia," which we talked about on our first date. However, tonight Andy told me he wasn't really ready for a relationship and didn't want to be casually dating.  It's understandable, and I'm glad he was honest, but why would you go on a date if you weren't interested in dating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this afternoon I met Jack at the coffee shop for a cup of tea.  I don't know what to think about him.  He's cute, and good to talk to, but I just don't feel like he's ambitious enough for me.  He dropped out of community college because his mom cut him off (which happens), but I don't see why he didn't get loans or another job or something.  So now he works two jobs at a copy center and a bookstore.  We're the same age, and I'm in grad school.  I know that no one is walking my path except me, but I just don't feel like I respect his choices.  They are his, but they are not the choices that I would expect from someone I feel would be a good companion for me.&lt;br /&gt;I will probably keep getting to know him though, and see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-7782896230154185345?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/7782896230154185345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=7782896230154185345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/7782896230154185345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/7782896230154185345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/red-andy-part-iii-and-jack.html' title='Red Andy, part III, and Jack'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-5437143614179493287</id><published>2007-09-29T10:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T10:24:44.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin</title><content type='html'>I can't date a man who wears jean shorts.  Note:&lt;br /&gt;http://churchofalbert.blogspot.com/2006/10/jorts.html&lt;br /&gt;It's a Gator thing.  Swear to god.  Just google "Gators wear jorts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...  I'm glad I'm making friends, at least.&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Kevin at a club to to see a band.  He walked up and I was instantly a little disappointed.  Oh well.  We did have a great conversation.  We didn't really go inside the club except to buy beers because it was so loud, but we talked on the porch for hours, and it was great.  There's just nothing beyond friendship there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-5437143614179493287?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/5437143614179493287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=5437143614179493287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/5437143614179493287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/5437143614179493287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/kevin.html' title='Kevin'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-754347106832627650</id><published>2007-09-28T02:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:46:52.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Andy, part II</title><content type='html'>So, we met at the pub.  He pedaled up on his bike, and we instantly started talking. So, we had a couple of beers each at the pub spread over 2.5 hours of talking. We finished our drinks and walked around downtown a little. It was really nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-754347106832627650?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/754347106832627650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=754347106832627650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/754347106832627650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/754347106832627650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/andy-part-ii.html' title='Red Andy, part II'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-3433106502606599380</id><published>2007-09-25T21:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:45:50.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Andy</title><content type='html'>I overslept my date with Red Andy.  Ack.&lt;br /&gt;I set my alarm, and laid down to take a nap.  Well, I must have shut off my alarm in my sleep because I just woke up, and I was supposed to meet Red Andy 2 hours ago.  He's not picking up his phone.&lt;br /&gt;I suck so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:  Sep 26, 12:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Last night I sent him this message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Andy,&lt;br /&gt;I'm mortified. Today I took a mental health day from all my work in order to chill out around the house and watch Robert Altman's "Nashville." That backfired, because I fell asleep around 6 p.m. Though I set the alarm, I'm a really deep sleeper and slept right through it.&lt;br /&gt;I know that the explanation doesn't excuse that I accidentally stood you up tonight, but I'm hoping I can make it up to you, in a way. I'm no Iron Chef, but I'd love to sharpen my vegan cooking skills. If you'd like, I'd love to have you over for dinner sometime.&lt;br /&gt;Let me know. I can't believe what happened tonight. I was so excited about meeting you and actually getting to talk in person. I feel like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Di         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the reply he sent at like 8 this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Oh, Di, Di, Di!  How could you, how &lt;i&gt;could you&lt;/i&gt; stand me up like that?!  Haha--I'm just kidding.  Don't fret too much--things happen.&lt;br /&gt;After waiting a while I finished my Woodchuck and headed to a friend's house. Sure, I thought it was odd you didn't show, since you did seem interested in our plans.  However, the empath in me wouldn't let me call--I considered that if you had cold feet, or had accidentally double-booked, that I would be putting you on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;And so it would seem that technology has failed us both. I set my phone to vibrate (to avoid interrupting us at Stubbie). And once at my friend's house, I set it down somewhere, so I missed your calls and text message (but thank you for calling).&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...so...I &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; be able to let you off the hook if you will meet me at Stubbie on Thursday 8:00--and then perhaps we can wander over to The Atlantic afterwards? You dinner suggestion sounds appealing as well!&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-3433106502606599380?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/3433106502606599380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=3433106502606599380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/3433106502606599380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/3433106502606599380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/redandy.html' title='Red Andy'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-4520939969849744821</id><published>2007-09-24T08:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:37:53.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean G.</title><content type='html'>Hahahahahah.  Last night.  Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Sean G. a week ago at my favorite dance club.  Tonight he came over to hang out, and it was basically just hilarious.  There are so many things wrong with this situation:&lt;br /&gt;a) He's a terrible, horrible driver.  I ended up grabbing my seat a couple of times as he blasted through a very yellow light.&lt;br /&gt;b) He curses all the time, something I hate.&lt;br /&gt;c) Pothead.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;d) He litters!  WTF!  Who freaking litters anymore!&lt;br /&gt;e) He made &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;several&lt;/span&gt; references to his "anger issues."  And described punching things frequently.&lt;br /&gt;f) For fun two nights ago he and his friends drove with an open 12 pack and a lit bong, throwing empty beer bottles out the window.&lt;br /&gt;g) I put on some music and he said "You like this stuff right?  You put it on.  So just relax and enjoy it."  Uh, what a weird thing to say.  And yes, I do like my music!  It's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;h) He drinks and drives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, wtf.  It was so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-4520939969849744821?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/4520939969849744821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=4520939969849744821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/4520939969849744821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/4520939969849744821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/sean.html' title='Sean G.'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-4148180163120637614</id><published>2007-09-23T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T09:31:10.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zak, CL to the rescue</title><content type='html'>So, I posted a missed connections ad about this guy I met at the coffee shop.  He's cute, and we ended up talking for about half an hour.  I only got that his name was Zach or Zack.  Turns out it's Zak, because he responded!&lt;br /&gt;I rule!&lt;br /&gt;http://gainesville.craigslist.org/mis/421724117.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-4148180163120637614?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/4148180163120637614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=4148180163120637614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/4148180163120637614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/4148180163120637614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/zak-cl-to-rescue.html' title='Zak, CL to the rescue'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-7787949993878310705</id><published>2007-09-23T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:45:03.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rick, part III at the library</title><content type='html'>I just ran into Rick at the library.  He seems a lot more relaxed now.  His sister apparently came into town this weekend, so he was able to take a break from working with his clients at the law office to just go out and do some fun things.&lt;br /&gt;He's a heavy smoker though.  It's not as much of a problem to me as it used to be, but I still don't like it.  And Rick isn't casual about it...  When we talked at the bar, he smoked probably 8-10 cigarettes in that time period, and it wasn't that long.  So I guess maybe he's a pack a day kind of guy, which is sort of gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-7787949993878310705?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/7787949993878310705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=7787949993878310705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/7787949993878310705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/7787949993878310705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/rick-part-iii-at-library.html' title='Rick, part III at the library'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-1423190016119290875</id><published>2007-09-22T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T20:31:18.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Martin, Part II</title><content type='html'>I went to the dog park today with my dog and Martin, who a couple of weeks ago I met for coffee and didn't really feel any chemistry with.  I thought a second chance would be in order, since sometimes it takes time for that to develop.  But, nope.&lt;br /&gt;He did help me with some classwork though that I very much needed, though, so I'm grateful for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-1423190016119290875?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/1423190016119290875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=1423190016119290875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/1423190016119290875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/1423190016119290875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/martin-part-ii.html' title='Martin, Part II'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-6590189649307202495</id><published>2007-09-22T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T00:11:06.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike, part II</title><content type='html'>I saw Mike again tonight.  I was going to go to a show downtown, but it was raining and gross so I felt like staying in instead.  I called Mike, asked if he wanted company, and we ended up hanging out at his apartment.  It was fun.  He's a nice guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-6590189649307202495?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/6590189649307202495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=6590189649307202495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/6590189649307202495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/6590189649307202495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/mike-part-ii.html' title='Mike, part II'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-8276419485609033207</id><published>2007-09-21T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:41:13.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rick, part II</title><content type='html'>I saw Rick again today.  We met up at the coffee shop (actually the one where I first saw him) and just hung out for a little bit.  He seemed really stressed out and quiet, which is probably due to the fact that he told me he broke up with the girlfriend of 1.5 years.  I don't think there's really any chemistry there, despite the initial physical attraction.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.  I'm not one to write people off so quickly, but you can't force it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime next week I'm meeting RedAndy for the first time (I'm calling this one RedAndy because there was already another Andy, and this one is a redhead).  We started messaging on MySpace.  So we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-8276419485609033207?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8276419485609033207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=8276419485609033207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/8276419485609033207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/8276419485609033207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/rick-part-ii.html' title='Rick, part II'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-7540278985076611441</id><published>2007-09-21T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T15:11:16.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>James and Mike</title><content type='html'>Last night I went dancing (yep, again, Claire!) and got numbers for James and Mike.  Again, not Craigslist, but come on.  I'm a playa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-7540278985076611441?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/7540278985076611441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=7540278985076611441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/7540278985076611441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/7540278985076611441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/james-and-mike.html' title='James and Mike'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-8363120851857053565</id><published>2007-09-20T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T11:34:09.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rick, again....</title><content type='html'>This is odd.  So, here's the ad I posted about Rick.&lt;br /&gt;http://gainesville.craigslist.org/mis/426661392.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up to this email from Rick.  Does this seem a little heavy-handed or desperate to anyone else?  Also, I feel bad for the girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di,&lt;br /&gt;     Sorry, I just had to contact you... I wasn't sure whether you posted anything on craigslist and felt compelled to check.  So here's the DL:  I'm 25.  I'm a busy law student from Sunday to Wednesday and I get next to no sleep.&lt;br /&gt;     You're very beautiful, assertive, and courageous and I like that.  I like people who have an opinion and aren't afraid to voice it.  I like your southern voice.&lt;br /&gt;    Here's the truth: I'm in a relationship right now and I'm not happy; that's why I go to the Atlantic without her.  I'm sorry I didn't tell you this at the Atlantic.  It's very awkward now and that's my fault. I don't regret meeting you, talking with you, dancing, or wanting to kiss you back.  I made a promise to myself that "I will always do what I want and never do what I don't want".  This is my bind.  I like you.  I want to know you.  In fact I broke that promise tonight because I didn't do what I wanted to - to fall asleep next to you.   I better send this before my nerve weakens further; my eyes are shutting and all I can think of is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose,&lt;br /&gt;  Rick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-8363120851857053565?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8363120851857053565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=8363120851857053565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/8363120851857053565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/8363120851857053565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/rick-again.html' title='Rick, again....'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-3520570226095296283</id><published>2007-09-20T01:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T10:23:57.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Penis</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh!  I just got my first penis photo email!  The text read "hi" with a photo of a HUGE black penis attached.  Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-3520570226095296283?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/3520570226095296283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=3520570226095296283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/3520570226095296283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/3520570226095296283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/penis.html' title='Penis'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-1162820806186012660</id><published>2007-09-20T01:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:43:46.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rick</title><content type='html'>Today it was drizzling a little bit when I walked over to Deja Brew to get a smoothie.  While there, it started picking up raining pretty hard, so I ducked under the awning next to a really cute boy with sideburns.  We didn't really say anything, but I was so curious about him.  He was so handsome in an unconventional way.  When I got home, I posted a CL missed connections post, hoping he'd see it and respond.  I figured that was the beginning and the end of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However!  Tonight I went dancing at the my favorite club for their Motown night, and I had been there maybe 20 minutes when who do I see walk in the door but sideburns boy!  He immediately recognized me, and told me his name was Rick.  We ended up talking for about an hour and a half, and danced a couple of songs.  He's a 3rd year law student at UF, and a good dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him my number and got his.  He said goodbye to me, and I kissed him on the cheek before he left.  I left the club shortly after.  As I was driving home, I saw him standing on the corner, so I gave him a call to make sure he had a ride home.  He said he was fine, but was actually about to text me saying he had a great time.  I said he should call me sometime when he wants to go out again, and his response was "Sure.  I will talk to you soon.  As in, the next time I call." Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-1162820806186012660?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/1162820806186012660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=1162820806186012660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/1162820806186012660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/1162820806186012660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/rick.html' title='Rick'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-8638925451168728535</id><published>2007-09-19T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T12:55:39.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark, Part II</title><content type='html'>Well, I just had lunch with Mark again, our second time hanging out.  He's sweet, and very attractive, but that little extra "zing" just isn't there.  It feels like we have a natural friendship though.  You just can't force chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I got to see him again though.  I think I've made a couple of cool friends through placing that ad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-8638925451168728535?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8638925451168728535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=8638925451168728535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/8638925451168728535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/8638925451168728535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/mark-part-ii.html' title='Mark, Part II'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-8875912653608456394</id><published>2007-09-19T07:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T07:54:27.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>David: One of my favorite responses</title><content type='html'>I got this response the other day.  It made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was younger as you seem like my sort of person..  I've been a vegetarian since I was 14 and poetry often brings me to tears.   Though I own a place in the College Park area I now live in the country just north of town.   Just thought I would tell you that in your search for a companion you ought to try the website Plentyoffish.com.  Not only is it free but it has a lot of people that frequent it so your chance of finding that certain person might be good.&lt;br /&gt;Best Wishes, David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David,&lt;br /&gt;I joined Plenty Of Fish, but the median age was a little high for me.  It didn't seem like there were many people on there in college or close to it.  I'm not sticking very strictly to the 20-28 that I put in my ad, but the only messages I got on Plenty Of Fish were from men in their 50s, which is beyond what I'm comfortable with.  It's still interesting to browse, but I ended up deleting my account because I did not see anyone on there I would like to meet, and also the site's interface was difficult to use.  I've had much better luck on other matching sites that had smoother user interfaces than Plenty of Fish.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't explored much of the countryside around Gainesville, but I've been meaning to check out St. Augustine and also Payne's Prairie.   I know there are a lot of sort of "wild" places around that are always fun to make a daytrip.&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;Di&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Diana,&lt;br /&gt;A lovely name you have...  the same as my mother's.&lt;br /&gt; Thanks for writing back.&lt;br /&gt;I reread what you wrote on Craigslist and forgot to say how much I also like Thoreau...  His approach to life has been a life-long inspiration to me.  I built my house out here in the country quite a while ago and even dug my version of Walden pond a few years back.  I am surprised that you mentioned him in that I thought that he had been largely forgotten in this fast-paced day and age.  I was speaking with my brother yesterday about how people just don't do anything for themselves anymore.  There is no self-reliance.  People pay others to mow their yards, clean their pools, fix their cars and homes, do their thinking... even walk their dogs and clean their aquariums ( something I that read about yesterday).  It seems so complicated, and somehow rather sad.&lt;br /&gt;I try to do everything myself, but I admit that it gets a bit overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope you find a wonderful companion.  I am old enough to be your father but if you ever find a lonesome moment and nobody at hand I would be happy to introduce you to some to this area's lovely places.&lt;br /&gt;Best Wishes,  David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, geez.  That's so sweet.  What a nice man.  I have a lot of respect for people like that.  He could have been a creepy 50 year old trying to pick up young chicks on CL, but he's just a nice guy looking for a companion.  Aw.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-8875912653608456394?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8875912653608456394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=8875912653608456394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/8875912653608456394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/8875912653608456394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/david-one-of-my-favorite-responses.html' title='David: One of my favorite responses'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-6389085549163123163</id><published>2007-09-17T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:42:11.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wes: Part V, The End?</title><content type='html'>I think I just got cyber dumped by Wes.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a long one, so don't read it if you don't care to, but since it's part of the dating saga I guess I'd better record it.  It's a bummer though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di: so, i'd like to see you sometime.  we don't have to do anything energy-intensive, since it seems like you're still out of it.  i'd love to show you "the three seasons" if you'd like to watch a good foreign film.&lt;br /&gt;Wes: well, honestly, i just feel kind of funny about the age discrepancy.  it makes me feel weird.&lt;br /&gt;Wes: on some level, it makes me feel awkward, and that's a weird feeling to have associated with a relationship&lt;br /&gt;Di: sure.  well, if you're not comfortable, then that's fine.  that's pretty much the first thing to think about.  if you can't relax, or it just bothers you, then well...&lt;br /&gt;Wes: i don't know what i'm saying, exactly.  i like you, and you're smart, cute and nice.&lt;br /&gt;Di: but you feel uneasy, right?&lt;br /&gt;Wes: it doesn't feel as 'natural' as it should.  to me, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Di: ah.  okay.  well, i'm glad things didn't get too serious then.&lt;br /&gt;Wes: ah.  okay.&lt;br /&gt;Di: i'm sorry it didn't work out though.  i guess it just happens.&lt;br /&gt;Wes: i like you too&lt;br /&gt;Di: well, if you ever want to get together some time, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;Wes: ok.  i mean, don't you feel any age thing?&lt;br /&gt;Di: no... there is the fact that you have more life experience, but i don't feel like that makes much of a difference.  i'll eventually have that, too, and also i don't see how it would impact anything we have right now, just going on dates and getting to know each other.  if there's some other reason, then sure, let me know, but i don't really feel an age gap, and especially not a maturity gap.&lt;br /&gt;Wes: well, ok.&lt;br /&gt;Di: so, no, i'm not uncomfortable with it.  but, if it makes you uncomfortable, i can respect that.&lt;br /&gt;Wes: it's just that i didn't think that us being in different points in our lives would be an issue.  but i think that we just relate differently to things, because of that.&lt;br /&gt;Di: maybe we should just talk about it when you know what you want to say, or something.&lt;br /&gt;Wes: that might be better.&lt;br /&gt;Di: all right.&lt;br /&gt;Wes: ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-6389085549163123163?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/6389085549163123163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=6389085549163123163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/6389085549163123163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/6389085549163123163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/wes-part-iv-end.html' title='Wes: Part V, The End?'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-1587655943049980516</id><published>2007-09-15T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:07:29.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan</title><content type='html'>Well, I didn't think I'd ever go on a date with another Evan (I dated one for 3 years).  Last night I met the second Evan, who's a student at the local community college.  He's a smart guy, and very interesting to talk to.  He has a lot to say on any topic, which is cool.  He's a well-rounded guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, last night we went to a party hosted by his friend Julio.  I met a sweet girl there named Katie who invited me to her feminist club meetings, so that's cool.  However, one weird thing popped up about Evan.  He's a casual smoker, but said he'd give it up if a woman asked him to.  That suggested that he's a malleable guy.  It's great to be flexible, but I'm never interested in someone who will change overnight on the first date to be more what I want.  (More about this in a moment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night I was a little buzzing and a little high, and Evan and I decided to go for a walk around the downtown neighborhood.  It was quite pretty!  I started getting a little paranoid, but I was just trying to keep it in check.  It was fine.  We walked through a pretty little park and talked.  I mostly sounded like a complete idiot, actually, while self-censuring myself at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, the weird part is coming up.  (Isn't there always a weird part?)  We were talking on the porch by ourselves.  Oh yeah, he's a cute guy, but he has this weird porno mustache.  So I'm like "Uh, Evan.  Are you particularly attached to your mustache?" and he thinks about it for a little bit and goes "Hmm.  I don't know, really."  About 10 minutes later we're inside, and he goes to use the restroom.  While in there, he borrows his friend's razor in there and SHAVES IT OFF.  Just because this girl he didn't even know asked him about it!  That's just too adaptable for me!  That action made him seem slightly desperate to be on a date, or something.  Just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond that, I had a good time.  It was nice to go out and meet a whole new group of people.  I don't know about Evan though.  It seems like with all these guys, they seem nice all evening, and then they do one weird bizarro thing.  I can never decide if the weird thing out-weighs everything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-1587655943049980516?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/1587655943049980516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=1587655943049980516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/1587655943049980516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/1587655943049980516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/evan.html' title='Evan'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-890688594531313500</id><published>2007-09-13T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:40:29.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wes: Part IV</title><content type='html'>It took us half an hour to decide on a restaurant (he's picky! and spoiled from Chicago's restaurant selection!), but Wes and I decided to meet at Liquid Ginger around 8.  We had a good dinner, but after that it got weird...&lt;br /&gt;At his apartment he started acting very cold and totally shut down.  He didn't even really want to talk or sit down, and it was strange. &lt;br /&gt;So we talked for about 2 hours or so until I thought I should go.  It was around 11:30, so I stood up and said I should probably let him get some rest, since he seemed so tired.  He then apologized for being so weird all night.  He said he just didn't feel like himself and told me he was really stressed out with work stuff.  He hadn't been sleeping well lately...  That made me feel a little better (in a way), that maybe it wasn't something I did, but I still hope he gets some rest and feels better.  We ended up talking for another half an hour about his career stress.  Then he walked me outside and said goodnight, with a half-hearted hug.  I think he's not interested in me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he'd call me when he got back from his visit home to Baltimore, and I hope he does.  I wouldn't be too surprised if he didn't though.  He just doesn't seem interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-890688594531313500?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/890688594531313500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=890688594531313500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/890688594531313500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/890688594531313500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/wes-part-iv.html' title='Wes: Part IV'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-5309498080822963961</id><published>2007-09-11T23:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:37:59.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drexel</title><content type='html'>Drexel is definitely cute.  I don't know how much we have in common though... He's a finance major and doesn't seem particularly driven. We watched "Chunking Express" at my apartment and talked for a little bit.  He seems to have a sunny disposition, something I value a lot.  I don't think we'll be anything beyond friends though.  There isn't any chemistry really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-5309498080822963961?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/5309498080822963961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=5309498080822963961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/5309498080822963961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/5309498080822963961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/drexel.html' title='Drexel'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-8601304394513797975</id><published>2007-09-11T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:34:22.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A recap of what's been going on...&lt;br /&gt;Sunday (September 9) Wes called me that evening just to say hello. I think this is a good sign.  I was hoping he was calling to set up our next date, but we're both extremely busy this week (I have so much lesson planning to do, and he's teaching some advanced courses and working on submitting his work to some competitions), so it will have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday (September 10) I had a coffee date with Walton, an English student at UF.  He showed up about 5 minutes late, and told me he had an emergency with a professor and had to go, but that he would be back in 10 minutes.  He never came back, so I called him later to see what happened.  Turns out he had to go set up a computer for an older professor, and then the professor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fell down the stairs!&lt;/span&gt;  So, I don't blame Walton at all for not coming back.  Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anything will happen with Walton though, as nice as he is (we've talked online quite a bit) for a couple of reasons.  One, he seems extremely busy.  When we've tried to make plans before, one or the other of us has always had a conflict.  Two, I'm not very physically attracted to him.  He's cute, in a way, but it wasn't like it was with Wes, or anyone else I've been instantly attracted to and then dated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I believe I am meeting Drexel for the first time.  He's 21 and outgoing.  We haven't spoken too much online due to scheduling conflicts, but he seems nice and added me on Myspace.  So we'll see.  I think we're going to walk over to the library and rent a movie, perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-8601304394513797975?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8601304394513797975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=8601304394513797975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/8601304394513797975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/8601304394513797975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/recap-of-whats-been-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-1322592151763494530</id><published>2007-09-08T01:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:37:09.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wes: Part III</title><content type='html'>We called me this afternoon and we talked for about half an hour about what had been going on since last we saw each other.  He's a funny guy. We made plans to meet up later downtown for a free open air concert, but when he arrived I was actually very hungry so we went to a pizza place and got calzones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I had already made plans with some friends to grab a beer at a local pub, so Wes and I split ways for an hour so I could meet them there.  Then I walked downtown to his apartment.  I met his cat, and we had a beer in the living room and talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-1322592151763494530?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/1322592151763494530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=1322592151763494530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/1322592151763494530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/1322592151763494530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/wes-part-iii.html' title='Wes: Part III'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-8942944164931940888</id><published>2007-09-06T01:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T16:31:47.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cecil</title><content type='html'>I had a date with Cecil, a 24 year old classical studies major who's also in the Air Force.  We went to the Top for drinks and then talked for a couple of hours.  He's cute and sort of funny.   We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a number of red flags though...&lt;br /&gt;1)  At the Top he said (unprovoked by a question) that he had a problem with lying.  Basically like Sam's character in "Garden State," he will lie and then admit it.  That freaked me out a little but I was like, uh, okay...&lt;br /&gt;2)  Last night we had been in my apartment talking for like 5 minutes, when he says "Do you need a roommate?"  (I have a STUDIO.)  Then he says "Listen, hear me out.  I could sleep on the couch, you could have the bed.  I'd split the rent."  I met him an hour earlier!  It was really strange.&lt;br /&gt;3)  As he was leaving, he was like "So, I'll call you tomorrow, ok?"  That just seems a bit much...&lt;br /&gt;4)  This afternoon he texted me to see how my day off was going and to say he'd call me after 6.  I said i might not be free tonight, since I have a lot of work, and his response was "Oh that's right, you did get 60 responses...  Busy busy..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... whaaaaat!  I honestly don't know if I want to see this guy again.  He's nice and good to talk to, but seriously?  That's way too much weird stuff for a first date!  Weirdo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-8942944164931940888?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8942944164931940888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=8942944164931940888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/8942944164931940888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/8942944164931940888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/cecil.html' title='Cecil'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-7561968347069114057</id><published>2007-09-05T08:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T08:09:08.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessie</title><content type='html'>Well, that's a new one!  I just got a response from a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her response:&lt;br /&gt;"It's a shame that you're only seeking men, as we seem to have too much in common to disregard (if an ad on craigslist can truly provide an accurate portrayal of a person, that is.)  I'm also new to the area, and was just looking at ads on craigslist out of pure curiosity, when I happened upon yours.  I've never thought of replying to one, but I had to give this a try when I saw yours.  Alas, my reply will surely be made in vain, as I possess many of the qualities you seek, with the exception of one minor detail: I'm a female.  In fact, I'm not even the slightest bit masculine.  I'm 5' 2'', 125 lbs. petite with some seriously feminine hips, attractive, confident, open-minded, intelligent, and very curious about pretty much everything.&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;I have dated and am attracted to both men and women.  So since you obviously take pride in being open-minded, I think it to be quite possible that you're open to the possibility of a relationship with a female.  If not, that's okay, I just couldn't think of a reason why I shouldn't give it a shot.  I don't like the thought of missed opportunities.  Anyway, for what it's worth, I hope that you find what you're searching for and I hope that you're as beautiful a person as you seem to be."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-7561968347069114057?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/7561968347069114057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=7561968347069114057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/7561968347069114057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/7561968347069114057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/jessie.html' title='Jessie'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-1983886277046922855</id><published>2007-09-03T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:33:18.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wes: Part II continued</title><content type='html'>So, about the second date.  We had planned to have a chill night at home and watch a movie.  In preparation I picked up a bottle of white wine (I'm allergic to reds) and some Stella Artois.  He showed up right on time with a bottle of red.  I told him about my allergy (though I'd mentioned it on our first date) and he was pretty embarrassed.  It was fine though.  I drank white and he drank red.&lt;br /&gt;We were originally going to walk to the library to rent a movie, but it was closed.  So instead we watched a DVD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-1983886277046922855?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/1983886277046922855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=1983886277046922855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/1983886277046922855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/1983886277046922855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/wes-part-ii-continued.html' title='Wes: Part II continued'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-7519421707720972159</id><published>2007-09-03T00:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:32:22.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wes: Part II</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh, that was a good second date.  I'll update tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-7519421707720972159?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/7519421707720972159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=7519421707720972159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/7519421707720972159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/7519421707720972159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/wes-part-ii.html' title='Wes: Part II'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-7520758363596025628</id><published>2007-09-01T09:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T09:32:06.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 day update.</title><content type='html'>Well, 10 days have passed since the initial ad.  The responses are still coming in, though much more slowly.  So far I've hit 51 responses.  I don't expect to get many more, since the ad has probably fallen off the front page of CL by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-7520758363596025628?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/7520758363596025628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=7520758363596025628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/7520758363596025628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/7520758363596025628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/09/10-day-update.html' title='10 day update.'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-5173645154447686368</id><published>2007-08-31T16:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T16:14:51.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tony: Rejected</title><content type='html'>Well, I sent Tony an email to see if he wanted to go to a concert this weekend, and got pretty much shut down.  He said:&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks for the invitation, but i am doing a pot luck thing tonight.&lt;br /&gt;sorry I didn't get back to you sooner - my head has been spinning with&lt;br /&gt;classes and research. You seem like a sweet girl, but I don't want a&lt;br /&gt;relationship right now. - Tony"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I wasn't asking him to marry me, but OK.  It was worth a shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-5173645154447686368?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/5173645154447686368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=5173645154447686368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/5173645154447686368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/5173645154447686368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/08/tony-rejected.html' title='Tony: Rejected'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-8732126584787954288</id><published>2007-08-31T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:31:37.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt (not on CL!)</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this didn't happen on Craiglist, but since this is sort of my dating blog, I'm going to write it down... Last night I went out dancing to a local club and met a cute boy named Matt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-8732126584787954288?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8732126584787954288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=8732126584787954288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/8732126584787954288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/8732126584787954288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/08/matt-not-on-cl.html' title='Matt (not on CL!)'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-2832978793932371827</id><published>2007-08-30T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T20:30:38.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Will</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went to get pizza with Will.  I felt, shall we say, slightly mislead by his pictures as well.  I don't know why they won't accurately present themselves...  I could have exaggerated about myself, but I didn't.  Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;So, not very much chemistry.  He's nice though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-2832978793932371827?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/2832978793932371827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=2832978793932371827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/2832978793932371827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/2832978793932371827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/08/will.html' title='Will'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-5573552600248267956</id><published>2007-08-30T14:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:30:48.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark</title><content type='html'>I just met Mark for the first time at a downtown coffee shop.  He's really sweet, but we didn't have a lot to talk about, really.  I may see him again, I may not.  I felt like we just didn't have a lot in common, since the conversation took some work.  I could definitely see a friendship evolving, but I'm not sure about anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-5573552600248267956?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/5573552600248267956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=5573552600248267956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/5573552600248267956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/5573552600248267956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/08/mark-wes.html' title='Mark'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-7736805101436397597</id><published>2007-08-30T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:30:22.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew</title><content type='html'>Last night I met Matthew, a 27 year old ecology doctoral student, for some drinks.  Conversation went really well.  He's very funny and interesting.  We ended up going over to a little cafe for some sweet potato fries and another drink.&lt;br /&gt;I get the impression he's not too interested in me though...  He made a comment over the fries that he didn't think our evening was a date.  I kind of laughed and said "oops, I thought it was!" and he looked very uncomfortable.  Also, he said as we were parting ways, "I'll probably call you."  Which, in my experience with men, usually means "I had a good time, but not good enough to call you."  Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-7736805101436397597?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/7736805101436397597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=7736805101436397597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/7736805101436397597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/7736805101436397597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/08/matthew.html' title='Matthew'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-381041806530233429</id><published>2007-08-29T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:29:48.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the subject of visuals.</title><content type='html'>I'm really wondering if the men I'm meeting are feeling as let down as I am when we meet.  So far, four of them have looked better in photos.  Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-381041806530233429?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/381041806530233429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=381041806530233429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/381041806530233429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/381041806530233429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-subject-of-visuals.html' title='On the subject of visuals.'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-2849740384346559913</id><published>2007-08-29T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T13:10:35.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Larry</title><content type='html'>Awful.  Just awful.&lt;br /&gt;That was how lunch with Larry went at Saigon Legend.  Number one, the food was pretty awful.  It was flavorless Asian diner food.  I got so many recommendations for this place!  I have no idea what the appeal is.  Larry is also not my type at all.  He's really nerdy in an off-putting way.  I felt like I had to really work to make any conversation happen at all.  He reminded me of one guy I was sort of friends with in high school, who was pretty much crippled by women.  It was so awkward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-2849740384346559913?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/2849740384346559913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=2849740384346559913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/2849740384346559913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/2849740384346559913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/08/larry.html' title='Larry'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-5990999243850122507</id><published>2007-08-28T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:29:19.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tony</title><content type='html'>Wes bailed on our second date tonight.  He's going out of town tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I took my dog to the off-leash dog park to meet Tony, where he volunteers.  There was good chemistry, and I was very comfortable around him.  Also, his pictures didn't show that he's cute in real life.  I love his perspectives on life and sustainability, so we had a lot to talk about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-5990999243850122507?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/5990999243850122507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=5990999243850122507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/5990999243850122507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/5990999243850122507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/08/tony.html' title='Tony'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-85544975798512825</id><published>2007-08-27T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:06:43.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Martin</title><content type='html'>Just got back from having tea at a local coffeeshop with Martin.  We played Scrabble and chatted.  There was no real connection what so ever... He seems kind of socially awkward.  Oh well.  Nothing ventured, nothing gained.&lt;br /&gt;This experiment is definitely showing that dates can run the gamut from awful to meh to great...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-85544975798512825?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/85544975798512825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=85544975798512825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/85544975798512825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/85544975798512825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/08/martin.html' title='Martin'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-1187245765950117850</id><published>2007-08-27T20:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:28:18.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The forecast!</title><content type='html'>My social calendar has NEVER been this busy.&lt;br /&gt;I'll give full updates about each of these as they occur:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: coffee/tea with Martin&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Second date with Wes!  Right on!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Lunch with Larry at Saigon Legend.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Satchel's Pizza with Will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, my dog has a vet appointment on Saturday.  Guess who the vet handler is for Saturdays?  Mark, one of the guys I've been talking to.  Go figure.  I guess I'll meet him Saturday then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-1187245765950117850?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/1187245765950117850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=1187245765950117850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/1187245765950117850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/1187245765950117850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-social-calendar-has-never-been-this.html' title='The forecast!'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-7663215456343859710</id><published>2007-08-27T09:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T09:24:38.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyle</title><content type='html'>Last night I went on a date with Kyle, a 21-year-old education major at UF.  We chatted online a bit before deciding to go on a date, and I figured, why not?  I wasn't exactly sure that there would be any chemistry, but I'm willing to meet up with anyone once to find out.  He only had two pictures to send me, so that seemed like something of a red flag.&lt;br /&gt;We met up at Yamoto, a Japanese hibachi restaurant.   You know how sometimes when you first see someone you can immediately tell if there is chemistry?  Yeah...  His pictures were not exactly accurate.  A friend of mine says that when you do online dating you must assume that any picture someone sends you is The Best Picture Ever.  I guess I'd forgotten to bear that in mind.  (Though, with Wes, he is much more handsome in person, so you never know!)  Anyway, I had a good time talking with Kyle, but he's not who I'm looking for at all.  I suppose I should do the right thing and tell him that, since when I got home I saw this message on my computer:&lt;br /&gt;(Kyle):  before I pass out, I just wanted to thank you for the wonderful evening. I really hope we can do something together again in the near future, assuming you feel the same way. good luck on your classes tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Ouch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-7663215456343859710?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/7663215456343859710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=7663215456343859710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/7663215456343859710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/7663215456343859710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/08/kyle.html' title='Kyle'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260189971487746624.post-3104981990346545969</id><published>2007-08-26T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:27:39.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It begins! / Tam / Andy / Wes</title><content type='html'>The Great Craigslist Adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 22, 2007, I posted a personals ad on Craigslist.  Within four days, I received 39 replies from men in Gainesville.  Here are the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text of ad:&lt;br /&gt;Hippie poetry student seeking open-minded man - 21&lt;br /&gt;Hello there. I just moved to the area, and figured I'd give this a shot. It couldn't hurt, right?&lt;br /&gt;What I'm looking for: A healthy, non-smoking young man with a good sense of himself.&lt;br /&gt;Preferences: Age 20-28, White, Asian, or Latino, stocky build, dark hair, well-read, well-traveled, liberal, vegetarian, feminist, intelligent, and kind.&lt;br /&gt;What I'm not looking for: A downer who is constantly negative, someone who is insecure of himself or his body.&lt;br /&gt;A little about me: I'm a 21-year-old poetry graduate student at UF. I live off-campus in the College Park area off University with my Boston terrier, Bonnie. I'm originally from Jackson, Mississippi and this is my first time outside of the state. So far, other than the heat (I thought MS was hot!) I like it a lot here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a spiritual person (non-Christian) and enjoy reading religious texts of all faiths. I believe that we can learn a lot by studying people who are quite different from us, attempting to understand their differences. I am currently interested in the spiritual writings of Neale Donald Walsch, Thoreau, and Walt Whitman.&lt;br /&gt;As for the hippie aspect, I believe that caring for the environment is an extremely important issue for humans (and animals, for that matter!) right now. I'm a follower of Daniel Quinn's sociological beliefs, and reading his book "Ishmael" truly changed my life. (If you haven't read it, check it out! It's great.) I practice feng shui, recycle, eat only vegetarian foods, and buy organic produce. If any of this puts you off, that's fine, but I don't think we'd get along.&lt;br /&gt;Physical attraction is important, so... I'm about 5'3 and 130 pounds (slim frame, but I do have curves), with short dark hair and dark brown eyes. I wear glasses and enjoy dressing up, however, I don't wear makeup.&lt;br /&gt;For fun I enjoy watching documentaries and other movies, cooking and eating, going to see bands play, reading comic books and graphic novels, and writing poetry. I'm not athletic, though I do go to the gym regularly. I drink but don't smoke.&lt;br /&gt;If any of this appeals to you, send me an email and I'd be happy to talk. Please attach a picture since I've given you four! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 22:&lt;br /&gt;I went on a date with 20-year-old Tam.  He advertised himself on CL as a healthy gamer geek, which I suppose just means that he goes outside occasionally.   He's a student at the local community college.  We went to Chutnee's for Indian food.  I'm not sure I'm looking for a geeky kind of guy.  He either forgot or "forgot" his wallet, so I picked up the $30 tab.  In return, he offered to take me rock climbing.  I may take him up on it.  Either way, he's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 24, 2007:&lt;br /&gt;My next date was with Andy, a 37-year-old yoga instructor and massage therapist.  Andy was not cute and fully looked his age.  He picked me up around 7:15 and we drove downtown for a monthly live concert with three bands, including The Dauntless and Oh Sanders. There was no spark, probably because of the age gap.  I couldn't see myself interested in Andy as more than a friend.  When he took me home that night, we chatted for a little bit more on the couch.  After a while, I told him that I didn't feel like there was any chemistry.  He smiled kind of awkwardly and said "Well, I guess that saves me the embarrassment of asking to kiss you, then."  Overall, he took it very well.  I walked him out to his car and gave him a hug.  I will probably be seeing him at local shows, since we like many of the same bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 25:&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went out for drinks at Stubbie Shirt Pub with 33-year-old Wes, a photography and digital video arts professor at UF.   That was supposed to be the beginning and the end of our date, but we immediately hit it off with instant chemistry.  His pictures didn't show how cute he is.  We had some beers at Stubbie and then walked down to 1982 Bar for a concert.  It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, we both got online, and made plans to possibly go to the dog park with Bonnie sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4260189971487746624-3104981990346545969?l=datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/feeds/3104981990346545969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4260189971487746624&amp;postID=3104981990346545969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/3104981990346545969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4260189971487746624/posts/default/3104981990346545969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datingoncraigslist.blogspot.com/2007/08/craigslist-dating-adventure-begins.html' title='It begins! / Tam / Andy / Wes'/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLR48bwq2ww/TBTrUVJCs0I/AAAAAAAABR4/qNBfFiMcPMs/S220/CIMG0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
