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. 

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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.

Johnny Unitas

 

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Feeling like Cinderella?

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Once upon a time…not that long ago, this happened:

On Monday mornings Do you Suffer from from Post Weekend Melancholia?

Listen to this Cinderella story for hope and optimism

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When Cinderella returned home after the ball – her spirits plummeted from levels of unbridled bliss and joy, she lapsed back to the mundane of hearth and home. 

All she had were vibrant, ephemeral, memories of the time very well spent and one cold, glass slipper.

She’d been in the arms of the True Prince and had been treated like a princess. She reveled in an melange of massages, manicures, merriment and fabulous gourmet meals. She sighed, again. She found herself sighing a lot more with this Prince.

Wistfully, she reminisced how the two playfully merged their imaginations and talents in creating romantic interludes. The charming Prince was gallant sweet and kind. And, seductive. She responded politely with oceans of affection. 

In all the land, no other could rival the good Prince’s kisses. He had developed a unique use of elevators for quick  passionate interludes.

Of course, his castle was the only building for dozens of miles with an elevator.

A brilliant businessman, he had a corner on the kingdom real estate market – and marketing was the skill set he embraced… that and Cinderella-  he embraced her often, too

And, so it begins… they were about to to live happily ever after.

The beginning.

 

 

 

Brilliant

He had me on “hello, darling”

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I love a man in a skirt.

A kilt, really. Women around the world have a fascination with a man bold enough to don a kilt.

San Franciso is famous for many things, and Wm Glen and Sons – the Kilt Capital of the Free World/West Coast branch is Mecca for men seeking the perfect Kilt ensemble.

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Ask any woman the first time she met a man in a kilt and she will quote – chapter and verse- the when and the where.

Brenan Burke, bachelor and bon vivant, wears a kilt to every wedding he attends. He never leaves alone.

Memory is a magnet. It will pull to it and hold only material nature has designed it to attract.

Jessamyn West

 

 

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Screaming for attention. Deaf ears

She arrived for the luncheon at Kaluz in a swirl of designer labels.

She was carrying the Prada bag, a Hermes scarf tied around the handle. Her earrings were diamonds from Tiffany. Her necklaces were Elis Perretti. The diamond watch was a slim Rolex.  Her oversized, red, pen was Mont Blanc. Her hot pink, Faconnbale blazer matched her Armani capris. Her shoes were Fendi. She had just left Marco, the genius, at the Blow Bar minutes before. Per usual, she wanted to be seen and noticed.

Will Ferrell had just completed shooting a movie in her fair city that week. The crew had taken over an entire floor of the restaurant for a wrap-up celebration. The restaurant lobby was jammed with the Press, all rabid to score an interview with Ferrell. As she arrived, she was shuffled off to the smaller dining room to meet her friends. Their table, less than desirable, was in a dark corner. Not happy only begins to describe the ire of our Princess. The waiter recognized these fequent-flyer-ladies -who -lunch, and quickly took their order for “martinis, up, dry, two olives.”

Several martinis later, the ladies decided to crash the Ferrell party – in a stealth manner. They barely made it towards the elevator, before security guards stopped them and guided them back to their dark corner.

A flood of “Do you know who I am?” did not stop the Men in Black/with holsters, from asking the ladies not to bother them again.

The women all decided they hated “Elf.”

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