I am a self-proclaimed Facebook addict. I use it primarily for business. I have made a lot of connections in the community I wouldn't have normally and have gotten clients from my presence on FB. I also chat and play games with my friends on there.

The one thing I have notice on FB is that men--married men at that--from other countries are trolling FB for their next fling when they are in the states. I have had no less than four men recently approach me about getting together when they are in the states for seminar or business trip. I guess FB is the pimp mobile for the business man on the prowl.

I guess it is possible to make a romantic connection on Facebook, but I won't be holding my breath. Speaking of romantic connections....I am handing out the Asshole of the Year award to a man I met on Craigslist. On the surface he seemed to be a nice prospect:

There must be an attractive, classy, lady who is....way past the local college(frat-boy) bar scene, and seeking a tall, handsome, fit, educated, professional, mature man, non-drug user, non-smoker, with no baggage. You might be a grad-student, or even a professor. Or maybe you're a professional with one of the local area companies. You love to keep fit by being active, exercising, like travel, water, sporting events, and quiet, peaceful times at home. You have good taste, high expectations, and you're not willing to settle. Neither am I.

I should have known better to answer an ad with bad comma placement.

He turned out to be an asshole looking for anorexic arm candy. I am curvy arm candy. Apparently, he is more concerned with looks than the entire package as he indicates in his ad. We all have our own tastes of what we find attractive in the opposite sex. I don't have an issue with that. Some men like super skinny, other men like curves. I just wish men like "Fred" here would be more open about it rather than slip it into the fifth email exchange so I don't waste my time. I have real women curves and apparently that is scary for Fred, but he should have stated that up front. Fred also is far more concerned with what he will get out of the relationship. Fred thinks he is the only who should be considered in the relationship. I say this based on our email exchange. Fred is living la loca in my opinion. He has high expectations for the woman he wants and none for himself. I haven't seen a picture of him (he doesn't share until he decides the candidate meets all his requirements--what if he doesn't meet their physical requirements???), but I am willing to bet he is no Brad Pitt {insert your favorite famous hottie} and the conversations with him in a face to face probably go something like this: me, me, me, me, me, me, oh yes a very little you, ME, ME ME!

I would rewrite his ad to read:

There must be an anorexic, gorgeous, lady who is....way past the local college(frat-boy) bar scene, and seeking a narcissistic, arrogant asshole who won't spend much time being concerned about what you are getting out of the relationship. You might be a grad-student, or even a professor. Or maybe you're a professional with one of the local area companies. You love to keep fit by being active, exercising, like travel, water, sporting events, and quiet, peaceful times at home. You have good taste, high expectations, and you're not willing to settle. Neither am I...I will require you to have regular weigh-ins and should you gain more than 5lbs that is grounds for breakup. I will monitor your food intake and request that you eat only rabbit food and drink only water. You will be required to work out 7 days a week whether I do or not because it is far more important for you to look good on my arm.

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It is hard to believe that 2008 is almost over with. Last Thanksgiving is still fresh in my mind and here we are at a new one. This year I am doing the Drumstick Dash for charity and joining a singles soiree Thanksgiving lunch and going to my bff for Thanksgiving dinner. I will need that 4 mile walk in the morning to offset those calories!

What a year it has been too! Got divorced, got engaged, got un-engaged, almost moved abroad, stayed put, almost moved again (locally), stayed put again, took a huge leap of faith and started working my own business full-time, started my Masters program. Hell, that is enough to make anyone's head spin. I will be happy to put 2008 to rest. It has been a trying year woven with some pleasant memories.

I am grateful for:

My family--especially my cousin Jenn. She has been a rock for me and I love that we have gotten even closer.

My friends who have shown me incredible kindness, who have kissed my boo-boos, who have made me smile and laugh, and who have just simply loved me.

My clients who have become loyal supporters of my business and send new clients my way.

My creativity, ingenuity, and sense of humor to find my way in the twisty road of my life.

My nieces who love their Auntie Sassy beyond reason and who let me spoil them rotten.

My lappy--my portal to a world that thrills me.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Hope it is utterly positively incredibly fabulous--whether you are dining on lobster or turkey, with family and friends or by yourself, in health or sickness.

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I met up with my dear friend Blue this evening for an evening of coffee, cheesecake, conversation, and much hilarity. I had warned him that the place we were meeting...well it typically is a like some strange Bermuda Triangle where street men follow me like my own private freak parade. I don't think he believed me. I didn't even believe me after I hoofed the three blocks from my car to the diner and not one person bothered me.

As we walked out of the diner at around 10:30 tonight, an inebriated man of the street veered toward me, copped a feel of my left breast and staggered off down the street proclaiming "Watch out for her!"

I don't know what all that meant and being felt up by a strange man was not how I really wanted to end my evening. I guess I had loftier visions of Blue and I walking to the car without my magnetic personality flipping on the switch and bringing my strange fan club running and in a departure of prior times...copping a feel.

I really need to program that damn switch better. *Note to self--attract only stable men with jobs and a real home."

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A male friend and I were discussing vibrators the other day and he mentioned he had found the perfect Christmas gift for me. He said I really needed the Sybian to round out my collection. He sent me on a veritable treasure hunt for information. I started at the Sybian Website and cruised through Wikipedia and YouTube to complete my information gathering.

Frankly, the Sybian website made the device look more like a medieval torture device. The Wikipedia page made it look slightly more user friendly. The YouTube videos featured some demos by Carmen Electra. I included the link so you guys don't have to go searching. Howard Stern has one that he likes to entice his female guests to ride.

What caught my eye and piqued my interest, was the male companion, the Venus 2000. Apparently, men aren't as willing to demo that on YouTube. I really cannot imagine a man paying approximately $900.00 for the machine. It doesn't even rate a Wikipedia entry. I wonder why Howard doesn't have one for his male guests????

Give me my hand held vibrator over the Sybian any time. I can discreetly pack it in a suitcase or store it in my toy drawer. I think if I had the Sybian, it would merely collect dust or become the resting place for my many clothes. I would blush at the thought of mounting it and no amount of promised through-the-roof orgasms are an enticement for me to rush out to buy it. I sure as hell hope my friend was kidding about buying it as a Christmas gift. I would rather he spent the money on something useful...a Vicky's Secret card in the same amount perhaps. Tee hee hee. Actually, he was brainstorming with me for journal ideas and his wife had mentioned the Sybian to him recently so it was fresh on his mind.

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It appears that a unique opportunity has come my way. A gentleman is looking for a housesitter for his corporate apartment in my area. He is never here on weekends, maybe here two days a week during the week. The apartment is roomy..two bedrooms, two baths, the usual living room, kitchen, laundry area. The apartment complex is one of the "luxury" ones in the area. I am the only person he has met with that he considers a good fit for this. In exchange for no rent, run of the apartment, I would do his laundry (which is funny cause I never did the ex-hubs), I would do errands for him when he is in town like go to dry cleaners or grocery store. He also requested that I have no visitors to the apartment when he is in town, but when he is not there he could care less.

The man is a professional. I have verified his credentials and he is who he says. I didn't get creeped out by him and he never once said anything inappropriate or stared at my chest. He is married and has a child. He made it plain that it is strictly a roomie situation and that he is not looking for fringe benefits aka sex. He has also stated that his wife will be fine with a female roomie. He travels extensively for his company and has a couple of apartments in the areas he visits frequently.

Half of my friends are encouraging me to do this and it is my inclination. The other half of my friends have the attitude that if something is too good to be true, it probably is and they think I should run run run away.

So, what do you think? Any issues I should ask about? Anything I might be overlooking?

Labels: life or an imitation thereof

I spent a long and tiring weekend working at a women's expo. We had one of the busiest booths and we had no time for breaks. It was time well spent with both my friend and I getting some new clients. I tweaked this picture using Picnik. I wanted to emphasize the purples and pinks in my hair and played around until I achieved the effects I wanted.

Man front: I have had several lovely dates recently. Looks like most of them will turn into second dates.

Labels: life and all that stuff

I have been rereading my blog from inception the past couple of days. Life has settled down in many respects. I am not doing the frantic dating merry-go-round. I have some core men I spend time with and am developing friendships with. I like that approach much better than the aimless dating game. Who knows? Maybe one of them will turn into a prince who sticks around (and whom I want to stick around).

It has been a tough year for me on a couple of different fronts. I am at a crossroads of change and I am waiting for the signs to point me in the direction I should go in. One of the changes I am considering is moving to NC. I have always been drawn to NC, but I won't be moving to the area I like the best if I go this route. The move would require some changes and sacrifices I am not sure I am prepared to make, but I would be much closer to my nieces (living with them in fact).

I have a unique opportunity to housesit a beautiful place for someone who is rarely home. That is more appealing and requires only a move down the street. I have to give that consideration because we will be housemates from time to time.

I have some other things I have been thinking about changing, but there is no clear cut answer on what I should do. I sometimes wish life came with a better road map with better picture of what our choices will lead us to. *sigh* I guess that is asking too much, eh? I really shouldn't even think about making life changing decisions right now because tomorrow is the "anniversary" of mom's death and I am always way emotional this time of year. Even though I feel that time has healed the wounds of watching my mother wither away from cancer, even though I don't spend the month of October and part of November in ready tears, it is still a far more emotional time in my year than any other. I don't seem to bounce back as easily from disappointments. I seem to be more easily hurt. I find myself not wanting to be around people so much.

I know I can't wait for 2009. I am ready for a new year with new hopes and aspirations. I am ready for 2008 and all its extreme ups and downs to be gone. I am ready for some calm after the storm. I am ready for new clients, new directions, new dreams. I embrace what has made me strong this year, but I am ready to move past needing to be so strong for so long on my own.

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Nothing gives me warm fuzzies like an email from a date spammer. I love how they are all "men of god" looking for a "godly" woman. Yeah, that's me all right.

One flew in under the radar recently though because of his impeccable grammar and English. Apparently, Ramseur, NC is the town du jour for spam daters to be from these days--at least on the OKC ranch. Spams the Man. This guy appears normal then launches into the song n dance about having a kid, no wife, civil engineer in Nigeria, but originally from NC. The picture was obviously lifted off some poor schmo. I imagine it is a group of 6 graders in Nigeria just earning a living and getting an "A" for good English skills.

Damn them for improving their game! I wish the mothership would come and beam them up up and away, along with the Nigerian woman of god (Naomi at last email, but aka Ruth, Rebecca, Abigail, Mrs. Smith, Mrs. Brown) who writes to me because no one else can help her obtain her gazillion dollars from a tupperware container hidden in a bank vault in an obscure Eastern European country where her father (who is a well-respected cacao merchant) died and left a scrap of a treasure map with my email address scrawled on it as her last hope. I hope they shake it up a bit and start using better names: Bambi, Cinnamon, Twirly Nips, Gbemisola (carry me into wealth), Monifa (I am lucky), Nkiruka (the best is still to come), and Ooompaloompka (I am here to screw you big time).

Today, I even got a fabulous job offer from Big Daddy Wombatu who just needs me to shake down some people, deposit illegal funds in my bank account and send him 90% of it in gold bars or bearer bonds or stuff it in my coochie and fly over to deliver it personally.

Just a little venting. Now back to my Godiva and Kahlua with a little coffee on the side.

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