Romantic success story

cloud-600224__180-2Colleen will tell you she had so much fun her first three years being single while swimming in online dating pool.

First she met Johnny on Chemistry.com. She met Fred on JDate, Michael on Match and then Bert and Rick and Paul and Henry followed.

Her married friends were entertained with her stories.

She had “dates” three nights a week- her dance card was a very full- and her stories were fun and some exciting.

Colleen says she had been depressed for so long, she forgot how to have fun. Her celebratory party after the divorce was “the beginning” of a new a chapter and a new life.

After college, she had been a waitress, then a flight attendant. She transitioned into sales and became the director. She met Mr. Right – married, had kids. She had numerous part-time jobs and after years of marital struggles; she finally mustered the courage to divorce her husband.

Her best friend, Lilly, the copywriter, help her with her online profiles, she took the flattering pictures and got her up and running all in one afternoon.

By Monday morning, Colleen’s email box was full of winks and blinks from interested men. Lilly had warned her it would be a feeding frenzy in the beginning – she would be considered” fresh meat.” Colleen loved all the attention she was getting. She fell in and out of love multiple times and said she “really enjoyed every crush.”

15DATING1-master675Much to her surprise, one day Colleen re-kindled a relationship with a man from her college days. They ran into one another at a Santa Clara Wine Tasting. Kismet. She then  dated Tim, exclusively,  for three years before they made plans to move in together.

She says she is blissfully embarking upon her Happily Every After Chapters.

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He had one talent?

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Mike J. fell in love every week. Each week, he scrolled the pages of the online dating sites. He said It was a babe-buffet. 

Look but don’t touch

Mike J. spent a month looking – before he garnered the courage to sign up and jump into the dating pool. Cleverly, he checked out men’s profiles to determine what women want. He asked his sister to help him with  photographs and penning  his profile. It took much longer than he thought. When it came to listing his interests and  hobbies, Mike J came up empty. He watched television – a lot. He went to the gym a couple of times a month. He didn’t have hobbies. 

His favorite time of the year was Halloween, and his forte was his creative pumpkin carving. He was famous in high school and set up shop. Each Halloween, he consistently had 50 orders at $10.00 – $25.00 per for uniquely designed pumpkins. In college, he kept his secret talent quiet. When he started at his job, there was no way he wanted anyone to know about his deft knife handling hobby.

His younger sister urged him to brag about his artitstic ability. He bit. The lack of interest in him was sobering. He was crestfallen.

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Buzzkill: Fact- very few women are going to be enamored with a man who has one, single, skill  when it involves pumpkins. Get creative, think outside of the box. If you are an artistic genius – brag – promote yourself.

Conceit is bragging about yourself. Confidence means you believe you can get the job done.

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His photo on Tinder gave pause

Shelia was thrilled to be up and running on Tinder. 

She had dabbled on EHarmony and Match.com and grew tired of the back and forth messaging- she dubbed both sites “all talk no action.”

Her 30-year old neice, Patsy, bragged about her dozens of dates on Tinder. Patsy was out every night and her dating domain was Rosewood in Palo Alto.

Shelia got the Cliff Notes from her neice: they discussed “age and distance” and set up the account. Daters over 30 pay $19.99 to get in the game.  She would swipe Right if she liked the guy – swipe Left to reject. 

The photos of the men in Shelia’s age group were eclectic. There was the stout guy without a shirt, a guy wearing a lampshade, a man and his gun, and an old photo of #45.

She had reservations about going forward. Confused by the barrage of bizarro boys, she let her neice handle her foray in Tinder World.

In two weeks time, Shelia bragged and called herself a Tinder heart. She had ten dates with a wide variety of men. Her acuity in Swiping was much improved. She readily admits 50% of the guys were looking for a one night stand. The novelly waned.

Fortunately, she ran into George at Whole Foods, in a very long check out line, and a connection happened. Just like that. She encourages smiling at strangers. A lot.

 

via Daily Prompt: Reservation

How to win him over – in one meal

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Krissey believes in breakfast. She calls it the most seductive meal of the day. 

She heartily believes the way to man’s heart is through good wine, great food, and song and and not only can she both cook and sing (not concurrently -unless requested) she also has a wine cellar of some renown.  Breakfast  – the best meal of the day- is her strong suit.

She and Stanley had been dating for two years and she thought she had an almost-on- the-brink of a marriage proposal. They had spent a romantic weekend at Pebble Beach- enjoyed golf, wine-tasting, long walks on the beach, and something she calls a smoochathon. He showered her with compliments and agreed it was the most romantic weekend ever.

Krissey invited Stanley over for a special breakfast the next day. Over tall glasses of Champagne, Eggs Benedict and 24-hour prepped bacon, Stanley continued his romantic quips and kisses. He admitted to be seduced-by her cooking- everything she prepared was exquisite.

Krissey is too much of a lady to provide many details, however, she brags that after her piece d’ resistance breakfast, Stanley proposed and suggested a trip downtown to the jeweler. And so it begins.

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Boyfriend Probs: Multiply or Divide?

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If you think Breaking Up is hard to do…

Mallory loved Kevin. He was everything she had been looking for her “whole life.”

They had been hot and heavy for an entire year when the ruse was off the bloom – in a matter of speaking.

Mallory had been on her best girfriend behavior the whole time. She was the perfect girlfriend and worked on it. Meanwhile, Kevin was comfortable with her, enjoyed her -for the time being. She had no idea he was so cavalier. She assumed they were both on the same page.

They had attended three  weddings together and each time Mallory imagined herself the bride. She had been building a “My Wedding”  scrapbook since high school. She knew exactly who would attend, what she would wear, when it would take place (Winter) where (her parent’s country club.)

She and Kevin were so blissfully  comfortable together -they were just a perfect couple- so she thought.

golden-bangle-uprightOn Christmas, she really expected The Ring to be under the tree, or in her stocking or  in his hand when he was on one knee. It didn’t happen. As a matter of fact, Kevin flew to his parents home for Christmas made plans to return for New Year’s Eve.

This was disturbing for Mallory. Her friends chimed in and commented this was odd behavior and her parents inquired as to Kevin’s disappearance.

Denial 101: Mallory had mastered the art of denial early on. She very easily made excuses about Kevin’s disappearance. It was nothing. He hadn’t seen his parents in ages – this was necessary.

When Kevin returned from his trip, he called Mallory and said the most dreaded four words: “We need to talk.”

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True Confessions: Ms Perfect Girlfriend didn’t like Kevin’s “You are too good for me,” speech.  And she told him as much.

Next!

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Honestly, making a point?

 

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Sven was her idea of a Norse god. He was a big, blond, hunk of a man who, when he wrapped her in a hug, made her like-a-woman….-w-o-m-a-n!

While he was usually unemployed, and often “a wee bit short on funds” he had a secret gig. After one glass of Silver Patron on the rocks with a twist, too many, he revealed his acting career with a local Personal Injury attorney in Los Gatos.

Hit and Run to the Bank?

The two men had cooked up a clever scheme where – on cue – Sven walked across a busy street, head down, reading Proust, and would  “walk” into an upscale car in a crosswalk. He bragged his Academy Award Performance evolved into a “You ran over my foot!” (expletives flying.)

As fate would have it, his so called” silent partner” would be crossing the street and was a witness. Timing.

She was initially impressesd with the drama, the scheme and the great gobs of cash Sven eneded up with each month. Sven bragged he even tutored his little sister in the ‘scheme.’  Perisa, with a neck covered in tats, neon purple hair,  and a partially shaved skull was even more dramatic than her older brother. He took a cut from her action and was doing quite well.sixty_yrs_old_2

Sven toppled from upon high as she ascertained what a real crook he was and she ditched the dude. She couldn’t relate to his lack of ethics and cavalier crook modus operandi. Next!

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Psst! I’ve got a secret…don’t tell anyone

We are six girls who grew up together…

We attended the same college- lived in the same dorms and have remained close friends for over 20 years.

We exchange birthday gifts, Christmas cards, floods of emails and celebrate ourselves at an annual “retreat” at Yosemite.

We share one dark secret that no one ever discusses, anymore.

Sophomore year, we all attended a kegger at one of the frat houses. Campus police had warned every girl on campus  not to drink the nefarious Frat Punch. We heard too many nightmare stories and as a result, we drank our home-made yummy pink Lemonade/Vodka slushes throughout college.

At the Homecoming warm up party we ran into the twins, Tim and Thomas from Seattle. They were cute, outgoing and very  popular. They joined us – and we went to three parties that night. One of the twins had too much to drink and got a little weepy. Siobhan and I sat with him as he rambled about this Catholic priest. A bad priest from his hometown. We spent an hour listening to him. Long story short: the sicko priest had been abusing lots of the boys in town. We listened with great sorrow and compassion. Something happened – campus police busted the party and we all hugged and went to our respective dorms. We talked long into the night.

The Campaign Commenced

Siobhan’s dad was a Los Angeles police officer and her uncle was some higher up in the Catholic faith- a bishop or archbishop. The next day, she was on the phone with her dad and the rest of us researched Father NoName. In no time, we had his name, parish address and phone number. Three of us are English majors and our fingers used to fly over typewriter keys.We started a stealth, anonymous campaign to get this priest “in trouble.”

Within four weeks, we wrote, multitudes of letters, called the right people, contacted newspapers and contacts of contacts and Father NoName was removed from his parish. Was possibly arrested. Relocated. The trail grew cold.

You can google Father NoName all day long. You won’t find him.

We made him disappear.

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