It appears that some glitch caused one of my dating profiles to disappear. I wish I had the time this weekend to fix it, but I don’t. Currently I’m hoping that it can be restored. I really don’t want to do it all over again. No answers to my questions from yesterday’s post. Perhaps no one has been by to read? I’m off for another weekend seminar. At least this one is local.
Yesterday I received an email about an audition. Now I’m just waiting to hear back about what time to show up. I have been doing a little research for this particular audition by asking everyone I know a few questions. I am asking them here as well. Feel free to leave answers in the comments–honest or silly.
Well I survived the trek to San Francisco three days straight for my weekend leadership training seminar. I decided to drive each day so I could sleep in my own bed and save some money. My hybrid only used slightly over half a tank of gas. I’m not sure what to tell you about the weekend. I sat next to an interesting guy from Los Angeles for part of the seminar. Sitting next to him helped lighten up my mood. It can be easy to get a bit too serious. Frankly, not long after sitting near him and his flirting, I wanted to jump him. I was good though and didn’t. Today I’m left wondering if I missed an opportunity there.
My cats are happy that I’m home. The two youngest, Max and Zach, turned two on Sunday. They had treats on Friday. Their pictures have been posted previously.
I did notice that when I was talking to a friend this morning that I already sound different. It’s amazing that I noticed. Typically everyone else notices before I do.
About a man named Dusty… Nope, not Jed. This man–a real one–lives on a horse ranch with his foreman Gus and ranch hands Jake and Duke. Now…is it possible to get any more like a country western movie? It’s surreal. Place? Northern California near the mountain range west of Tahoe. Would you believe near the town named after my gold rush greatgrandfather? Time? Present day. No, not 100 years ago or longer. Other minor players include two small boys, coyotes, mountain lions and rattlesnakes. Yep, rattlesnakes. Although this rancher has a computer.
It’s too funny. I could create a whole story just based on these few little facts. Hilarious. It would have drama, a little romance (can’t have the lone cowboy be completely alone) and suspense.
What’s up with women twisting and turning themselves into whatever men want? Has it always been this way? It seems more prevalent now. That new hot guy you just started dating likes big boobs? You don’t have them, so you go get some. I think that has to be one of the more drastic things to do–surgery to change your body to fit a man’s “ideal.” This ideal isn’t based on reality. It’s based on airbrushed, surgically enhanced and starving models. It’s all about how you look.
Why is it that looks can mask so much? Looks–whatever turns a guy on–can be the biggest blinders to personality flaws. I see it all the time.
I’m guilty of making myself into a pretzel–twisting, turning, adjusting to make someone happy–or at least thinking that way. I haven’t done anything drastic yet. When these thoughts creep into my head at first I feel inadequate. I’m sure you can guess what that does to a relationship. After a few weeks, maybe a month, I realize I must be nuts to conform to some guy’s idea of beauty. It’s time to let him go if he doesn’t accept me for who I am.
Women are smart. Why do we put up with less than we deserve? Why do we allow these distorted images to take over our lives?
While I’m still getting over the disappointment of not being able to tryout for the Tahitian group, I have been busy getting the rest of my life in order. I have the leadership program beginning in late August. It’s our first chance to see who is in the program locally and meet our coaches. Coming up next week I have the first seminar of a series on sex and intimacy. Everyone’s favorite topic. It should be a very interesting seminar if only to see how everyone else reacts to the topic. I have to make time for dance practice and especially conditioning. I never work as hard on my own as I do in class. I suppose everyone is like that. I certainly like the results from just three hours of conditioning and practice–trimmer arms, tigher abs.
The other part of my life to get in order is work, of course, but also dating. I put that on hold over the summer while my son was here. It’s not easy to meet someone new while he’s here, and I would rather spend most of my free time with my son. Actually, I don’t like the dating part…the meeting, the wasted time. It can be fun to get to know someone, but you have to go through so much effort to find one worthwhile.
I agree with this quiz as well. I need to get down to SoCal to go out where the pretty people are. Better eye candy down there. I’ll get there one day. Work seems to be taking me there. Fun!
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You Belong in Los Angeles |
 Whether you’ll admit it or not, a huge part of you likes being in the spotlight. And you may just have enough star quality to make it big in LA! Even if you don’t become famous, you still belong in a place where you can get a year round tan. |
Yes!
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You Are Very Happy Being Single |
 You’re not anti-relationship. You just don’t need one to be content. You find plenty of happiness from your life as it is. And if you find someone you love, then that’s just icing on an already decadent cake! |
I had an unexpected call from a girlfriend last night. We met up to go dancing. We found outselves back at the country bar. It’s not so bad. It is quite comfortable and large. Dancing there isn’t like being a sardine. I think it was a slow night or else we sat in the wrong place. she anted to sit so we could watch the dance floor, but you have a much better chance of meeting new characters if you sit near the dance floor. We finally moved, and yes we met some characters. I got in a couple of slow dances with a young cute guy. Gotta love those young bucks. WooHoo!
It seemed like a slow night really. Not a lot of picking up going on. A lot of watching though. There was little in entertainment (watching the inept try to meet). We really have to go out again. We had a good time.
