tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53504852011-04-21T11:33:50.532-07:00Vagina MonologuesWomen and men are definitely from different planets...Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comBlogger511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1124849606043095832005-08-23T19:05:00.000-07:002005-08-23T19:13:35.736-07:00Getting jerked around by jerksMen are pigs. They know how to charm women for their purposes. The right words, the sensual touches, the puppy-dog eyes, the bear hugs, the intoxicating kisses.They hold their interest in you until they get what they want. The game is to lure you into their lair...as long as you resist, they will persist. The game is over upon your surrender.In the 21st century, Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1122220747198255602005-07-24T08:50:00.000-07:002005-07-24T08:59:22.296-07:00Why are you with him?Time to be honest....I'm with him because...He's nice to look atHe tells me what I want to hearHe has no one else in his lifeHis parents like meHe cares about meI love himI should leave him because...He sees no future in anythingHe takes out his depression on meHe abuses meHe tells me liesHe is incapable of expressing his feelingsHe's not truly in love with meI hate himStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1111458811547296532005-03-21T18:26:00.000-08:002005-03-21T18:33:31.550-08:00The Yo Yo SyndromeOne moment you welcome me with open arms, the next you give me your coldest stareOne moment you give up your biggest vices, the next you embrace habits that are here to stayOne moment you see life with hope, the next you envision a meaningless existenceFor every up, there is a down. There is no defying the law of gravity.You swing me higher, yet you drop me lower.My string is Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1097375246553844572004-10-09T19:25:00.000-07:002004-10-09T19:27:26.553-07:00Broken Heart
"How can you mend a broken heart?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
How can you stop the sun from shining, what makes the world go round?
How can you mend this broken [wo]man?
How can a loser ever win?
Please help me mend my broken heart, and let me live again!"
Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1082476930424790132004-04-20T09:02:00.000-07:002004-04-20T09:06:09.123-07:00Settling for a Man
Women empower themselves by refusing to settle for anyone less than what they consider ideal. They set criteria that a man must fulfill, and end things if their criteria are not met for fear of losing out on a better candidate, or not being true to themselves.
Unfortunately, there has to be some degree of settling. The only way to not have to settle is to be alone for the Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1081888769816808122004-04-13T13:39:00.000-07:002004-04-13T13:43:19.106-07:00No Regrets?
That's the biggest BS line anyone can ever mutter. It is an attempt at covering over the faults that we inevitably have, the mistakes we inevitably make, and the bad experiences that are part of life itself.
Who really lives a life of no regrets?? No one! People only say it to make themselves feel better, because for the most part, you can't go and change the past. Someone once Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1081538026366869552004-04-09T12:13:00.000-07:002004-04-09T12:20:40.966-07:00Balancing Work and Play
How often do we place work ahead of play? Perhaps this is a question of priority. For most, without work, you have no resources to play with. For others, playing demands precedence over work.
In a world where accumulating possessions is so important, we break our necks just to afford these luxuries. We forget that rolling down a hill or jumping in puddles used to be Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1081005079882891522004-04-03T07:11:00.000-08:002004-04-03T07:14:55.936-08:00Spending time together
do we need special time blocked out from our busy agendas for each other, or does time spent in the same room qualify as spending time together?
in this hectic world, we frequently find ourselves starved for time. however, the busier we get, the more support we need. day to day stresses take away from our precious time with people we care about, and it's those Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1080456648080539472004-03-27T22:50:00.000-08:002004-04-03T07:07:23.653-08:00The Human Limit
A relationship challenges you to be flexible, to accept the other person's flaws, to see that no one, including yourself, is perfect. Most of all, a relationship challenges you to summon up all your inner resources to love in spite of the inherent risk of ultimate humiliation once you expose your most vulnerable self.
The limit we set for ourselves is there to protect us fromStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1070600464934873072003-12-04T21:01:00.000-08:002003-12-05T14:24:14.966-08:00Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1068871293543030152003-11-14T20:41:00.000-08:002003-11-14T20:47:34.700-08:005:32AM
In the half-lit room that is our refuge, the moon shines brightly, pouring into our world with unobtrusive stillness, its rays changing with every flutter of the blinds.
Your gentle breath seemingly rises and falls as the tide of the ocean in which we lie. I turn to catch a glimpse of your shadowed profile. Only your head appears above the mass of blankets that entombs the rest of youStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1068509497482776982003-11-10T16:11:00.000-08:002003-11-10T16:12:27.733-08:00No One Else But You
Who's to say this or that about your relationship? The only people who are in the know are you and your significant other...and sometimes, even those involved are slightly clueless. Don't let others chastise/humiliate/confuse you...they may think that being on the outside makes them objective, but being on the outside only means that they don't have all the facts.
Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1066621212267563482003-10-19T20:40:00.000-07:002003-10-19T20:40:22.450-07:00Enticing Words
No matter how independent, how headstrong, how outwardly cold a girl is, there isn't one girl who won't melt to the tender words of the one she has her heart set on.
She makes promises to herself regarding how she values her independence. She has lists and lists of things and people she wants to see other than her significant other. She vows to her best friend that no guy Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1066605852100365382003-10-19T16:24:00.000-07:002003-10-19T16:24:11.976-07:00Choosing to be the Victim
"Nice guys finish last...". "Girls only pick guys that treat them like crap..."
Maybe there's a certain romanticism in being mistreated; a certain desire for masochism to spice up life. "How ridiculous!" you must think, but you know very well that it's true.
Girls choose to be victims in abusive relationships because they think they're special enough to reform the Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1066508714998947502003-10-18T13:25:00.000-07:002003-10-18T13:26:12.310-07:00Tears stream down my face as I recall the day you told me you loved me. More pour out as I am jolted back to reality, your most recent confessions ringing in my ears.
You've had a hard week, and you suddenly plunge into despair, blaming everything and everyone, lamenting on how "fucked up" life is. You retreat to your comfort zone of distorted images and over-charged noises through a cloud of Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1066506794605081142003-10-18T12:53:00.000-07:002003-10-18T12:54:52.303-07:00Toeing the Line
It's one thing to agree on non-commitment. It's another to abuse my feelings by breaching the agreement and then not making good of it.
It's one thing to have your own quirks, flaws and perhaps even downfalls. It's another to force participation when those were supposed to be kept our own.
It's one thing to desire a little escape sometimes. It's another when escapism is your Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1066345272037572672003-10-16T16:01:00.000-07:002003-10-16T16:01:17.500-07:00In your Hands
With everything, you can choose one of two attitudes--optimistic or pessimistic. That usually doesn't change from situation to situation, but rather it requires a certain shift in mindset to change over from one to the other over a period of time.
Those who are perpetual optimists have a lot of hope for life, but are frequently ill-prepared for the unexpected. They refuse to Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1066016734874525022003-10-12T20:45:00.000-07:002003-10-12T20:47:57.873-07:00Too Good to be True?
When things seem too perfect, all the right things have been said, and your heart is about to explode with happiness, you suddenly are seized with a horrible fear that this is all a cruel joke with you as the star of the show.
You ask for confirmation, and you ask again just to be sure. You can't believe your luck, and you certainly have not discarded the anticipation ofStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1065579763856220302003-10-07T19:22:00.000-07:002003-10-07T19:22:43.730-07:00Frustrated
How I want to lose myself in being romanced by you...
How I wish to fall in love, completely and intensely...
How I long to say "I love you" without fear...
How I hope that I alone am enough, and be the woman of your dreams...
Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1065496579371448512003-10-06T20:16:00.000-07:002003-10-06T20:16:19.356-07:00Denial
As the saying goes, "Denial ain't just a river in Egypt". People go into denial for many reasons, but mostly due to fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of rejection, fear of disappointment, fear of pain....the list continues.
For some, relationship status is frequently a huge mountain to scale. The transition from casual dates to steady boyfriend/girlfriend status is such a frightening Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1065495781619788122003-10-06T20:03:00.000-07:002003-10-06T20:03:01.790-07:00The Real Test
For those who are perpetually apart, the real test is when you actually have to spend more than a weekend together. Success is determined by the lack of throat slitting, hair pulling, huffing and puffing as a result of magnified character differences that are usually hidden during fleeing weekends.
For those who are connected at the hip, the real test is when you are forced to beStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1065381384815696022003-10-05T12:16:00.000-07:002003-10-05T12:16:49.626-07:00When the Heart Overtakes the Brain...
There are so many words you want to express;
There are so many hopes and dreams you want to fulfill;
There are so many rules you want to break;
There are so many sacrifices you want to make.
Everything seems right;
Your troubles seem far away;
Work hours seem neverending;
Time together seems infinitesimally short.
You make plans for the future;
You break Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1064458802153085752003-09-24T20:00:00.000-07:002003-09-24T20:01:46.030-07:00The Dating Game
Some love it. Some hate it. It's basically a series of rejections over many years that come to an end when two people can sufficiently tolerate each other enough to pass on the rejection and attempt a more permanent living arrangement. Cynical? Definitely. Marriage has become a mere expensive formality to most. It carries no guarantees and at any point, one party can chooseStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1064199490981125592003-09-21T19:58:00.000-07:002003-09-21T19:58:11.200-07:00Boyfriend Material
Just because we've set up all these criteria for what we want in a man, doesn't mean that someone with the total opposite attributes can't come along and sweep you off your feet.
It's all about chemistry. Sure we all have standards, but setting guidelines will close you off to the endless possibilities of personalities that can enrich your life just by virtue of being Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1062473070149791532003-09-01T20:24:00.000-07:002003-09-01T20:31:47.003-07:00The difference between Boy and Man
Besides obvious anatomical differences, there are several things a boy has to learn in order to be inducted into manhood. Read it well, because no matter if you're 24 or 31, you may very well still be a boy in our eyes...
1. Be a gentleman at all times. Part-time volunteer gentlemen don't count.
2. Tip well. Your generosity shows how well you manage yourStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1062164132109134492003-08-29T06:35:00.000-07:002003-08-29T06:37:06.856-07:00Confusion-ism
This is the religion that guys practice. It accepts all members of the male persuasion. In fact, they're all born into it, kind of like Judaism.
Seldom will you meet someone who tells you exactly how he feels about you and what he wants out of the relationship. Even if he does, you're bound to be left in some state of uncertainty. Is it more fun to be NOT in the know? Well,Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1061856695036465182003-08-25T17:11:00.000-07:002003-08-25T20:28:33.646-07:00Time.....and Chance
The race is not to the swift or the battle to the strong, nor does food come to the wise or wealth to the brilliant or favor to the learned; but time and chance happen to them all (Ecclesiastes 9:11)
Timing...what an evil word when it's not in your favour. Being at the right place at the right time implies that the opposite can also happen. Having the perfect resume but noStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1061807937633822822003-08-25T03:38:00.000-07:002003-08-25T03:38:57.520-07:00Two Little Words
But you didn't say you're sorry...I don't understand...Don't care that you hurt me...and now I'm half the [woman] that I used to be, when it was you and me, you didn't love me enough. My heart may never mend, and you'll never get to love me.....again....
Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1061635694116141522003-08-23T03:48:00.000-07:002003-08-24T17:59:10.036-07:00Simple Pleasures
love doesn't have to be complicated. love that develops slowly allows you to savour every moment of it. every little step may be gruesome at the time, but when you look back, all the little steps that you've taken are what makes it all so special. venturing into the unknown may be frustrating but also exciting, because with minimal expectations everything becomes a surprise.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1061168604102724952003-08-17T18:03:00.000-07:002003-08-18T20:29:36.436-07:00Sex and the City, the Prequel
Twenty-something Women
We've all seen the dating forays of Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda. How do their younger counterparts handle love and romance in this day in age?
Christine
She has had a lot of attention from the opposite sex ever since she was very young. She is cute, smart and always shows generosity to those around her. Most boys admire from aStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1061136531676652562003-08-17T09:08:00.000-07:002003-08-17T09:08:51.686-07:00Dark Nights
The silence can be surprisingly calming. Remove the hissing and buzzing of electrical appliances, then all you're left with is the sound of each other's voices. The only form of entertainment is human interaction--what a novel idea!
A lightless city is far from being lifeless. People come out of their houses to commune with one another through conversations, food, laughter and Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1059327441988105422003-07-27T10:37:00.000-07:002003-07-27T10:37:21.863-07:00The City of Sin
Where else but Las Vegas? If you're a young adult with no ties and cares in the world, why not head out to this Fantasyland for Adults and try your luck at everything not usually accessible in "reality"?
"The City that never Sleeps" has been used to describe many a city, but seems most fitting when bequeathed on Vegas. What with all the neon lights, the grand hotels, the Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1057290951557729752003-07-03T20:55:00.000-07:002003-07-03T21:12:51.330-07:00Sex and the City
The premise of the show centers on the lives of four single women in their 30's living in New York City, still searching for love, soulmates, bedmates and the perfect pair of shoes. Frustrated from fruitless dating, the women make a pact to be more like men, using and abusing without feeling the guilt. At the end of Season Five, all of them are still single and desperate as Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1057096874649735592003-07-01T15:01:00.000-07:002003-07-01T15:01:14.636-07:00Platonic Friendships--yeah right!
Opposites attract. We make acquaintances for various reasons, but never for no reason. The weeding process begins at first sight, then deeper conversations separate the acquaintances from the potential friendships. With adequate effort on both parts, friendships can blossom into intimate relationships, and with just the right mix of timing, compatibility, Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1057038329529617492003-06-30T22:45:00.000-07:002003-06-30T22:51:37.736-07:00Axe the Ex
The ex at one point made you happy. He was your life. He made things right in your world. He gave you a hand to hold, a shoulder to cry on, promises larger than life....
Then he became the ex. You remember him by all the insensitive things he's ever done, all the thoughtless things he's said, all the times he left you alone when you needed him the most, all the nights you spent Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-1056684137684595612003-06-26T20:22:00.000-07:002003-06-26T20:25:06.430-07:00The Bygone Era of Chivalry
"I can only give you love that lasts forever, and a promise to be near each time you call, and the only heart I own, for you and you alone. That's all. I can only give you country walks in springtime, and a hand to hold when leaves begin to fall, and a love whose burning light to warm the winter night. That's all. All I have are these arms to enfold you, and a loveStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-958491912003-06-19T20:10:00.000-07:002003-06-19T20:12:30.000-07:00Fever!
A deep, grounded, masculine voice drives women wild everywhere. Now take it up a notch and imagine this same voice crooning the sexiest song to you...then couple it with an amazingly intense and penetrating look, boyish dimples, a fitting black suit, large manly hands, and the moves of a swinger....
"I make a living by making people horny," and it is resoundingly true. A rendition of "Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-957357232003-06-16T17:58:00.000-07:002003-06-16T17:58:54.000-07:00Playing the Field...
There are numerous views to this sensitive topic. You maybe for it or against it, but it's not set in stone. Those in the "no" camp have been known to sit on the fence for awhile pondering the ins and outs of it all, and maybe even cross over sometime to test out the opposite mindset.
What's the attraction?? The irresponsibility of it all. Though if you're going to be a Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-954066542003-06-07T09:10:00.000-07:002003-06-07T17:07:50.000-07:00With Open Arms
After a bitter break-up, you're entirely closed off to the possibility of true happiness again. Your heart is closed, your mind is closed, your arms are closed, and your eyes are closed...The problem is, it took so much courage and so much trust to open them in the first place. Experience makes you formulate new standards and new expectations, and anything that is worse than Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-949175532003-05-26T17:59:00.000-07:002003-05-26T18:30:10.000-07:00The Art of Silence
Ever tried just looking at a person without saying anything? Depending on the comfort level you two have reached, the silence can evoke feelings ranging from awkwardness to complete serenity. In a loving relationship, the mere presence of the other person can be enjoyed just from eye contact, hand holding, cuddling...and this replaces much of the need for words which can Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-945253202003-05-17T22:26:00.000-07:002003-05-17T22:56:49.000-07:00The Games We Play
The older we get, the more childish we become. In particular, we like the game hide-and-seek the most. We're afraid to put our hearts on the line, so we present every side of ourselves except for what counts the most, and for good reason. Heartache trains us to be protective and selective of those worthy of our love.
Unfortunately, we all play by a different set of Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-944275632003-05-15T20:22:00.000-07:002003-05-15T20:28:39.000-07:00To Crush, Or Not to Crush
When does the official rebound period end? Are flings just distractions from the pain of a breakup, ie: moments of insanity? Or do you need a fling in order to recover and have another meaningful relationship? But if you remain single for a long enough period of time after a breakup, are you safe from the Rebounder syndrome?
I was told not to fling with Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-943065282003-05-13T20:35:00.000-07:002003-05-13T20:41:40.000-07:00Heartbreak Hotel
How can two people so similar also be so different? This is not a trick question, yet it's boggled the minds of many forlorn lovers. An image seemingly so perfect marred by the harsh realities of life...
Two people may have similar characters and tendencies, but what sets them apart are their values and convictions. Being equally strong-willed doesn't preclude them Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-940902512003-05-09T21:26:00.000-07:002003-05-09T21:29:14.000-07:00A Natural History
your heart is pounding
your mind is reeling with numbers
your fingers are trembling
a familiar voice on the other end
your hair is combed
your lipstick is retouched
your perfume lingers in the air
a familiar face greets you at the door
your histories told
your secrets revealed
your future bright
a familiar beat reigns in your heartStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-940263492003-05-08T19:07:00.000-07:002003-05-08T19:09:01.000-07:00Then.....and Now
Then I dreamt of us
I saw the world in technicolor with you as the brilliant painter
I heard children's giggles in tuneful melodies
Your face was the rising sun, illuminating my world with your generous rays
Our laughter merged in harmony
Our hearts linked as one
Now I dream of life's endless possibilities
I see the world in colours painted by the wonderous Creator
I hearStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-939560252003-05-07T16:27:00.000-07:002003-05-07T16:37:06.000-07:00Cat Fight--Meow!
"What does she have that I don't have?" It doesn't take much to shed the sugar and spice coating when it comes to jealousy. We'll glady drop our gloves and begin the name-calling, hair-pulling, back-stabbing, fist-throwing...anything to protect our hold on our men. But come to think of it, why can't men fend for themselves?? Why must we break our nails for them? In Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-938946862003-05-06T17:17:00.000-07:002003-05-06T22:37:00.000-07:00Generation Z
These are the children of the late Baby Boomers, just entering the workforce and the most exciting time of their lives...their mid-20's. Most are still living under their parents' roofs, raking in decent incomes, and spending on gadgets and toys that ten years ago, only men in the mid-life crises would consider buying. They are ambitious, they are greedy and they are selfish.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-938423832003-05-05T21:37:00.000-07:002003-05-05T21:37:54.133-07:00She Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
For as long as humans have existed, the concept of Love has been frustratingly elusive to all who try to decipher its inmost workings. There is no perfect formula that guarantees a happy ending, and certainly there is no one set of rules that applies to every game of love. The variables are many, and the age-old quest to find a partner for lifetime Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-937752862003-05-04T19:22:00.000-07:002003-05-04T19:58:07.000-07:00Blinding Ambition
This has to be one of the prime long distance relationship sinkers of all-time. Of course no couple voluntarily chooses to be apart, but it's the promise of a better future that separates two people in the first place--further education, a job opportunity of a lifetime...
The Leaver
An exciting prospect lies ahead of you. You know that you are in part fulfilling a dream Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-937235472003-05-03T16:26:00.000-07:002003-05-03T16:26:43.023-07:00The Deadly Statistic
They say 50% of marriages end in divorce. To me, it seems that 90% of long distance relationships also break up for one reason or another. At a time when opposite corners of the world can be brought together with a simple click of the mouse, the failure rate of long distance relationships prove that they must require more than nightly phone calls and internet video Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5350485.post-936907092003-05-02T21:59:00.000-07:002003-05-03T10:29:38.000-07:00…my first time…
Relax, it’s not what you think...at least not yet. This is intended to be a collage of my thoughts, experiences, and stories I’ve heard, à la Sex and the City, but maybe not quite risqué…I guess you’ll just have to stay tuned to see how this not-so-innocent blog is going to evolve in the next little while.
In the meantime, don’t be afraid to shout out with some of your own Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867676739768583732noreply@blogger.com