tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80799657783339716762024-03-20T03:10:37.275-07:00Hell No you can't touch my hair!Along with a list of dating no's to help the clueless and dateless masses, a commentary on whatever I feel like commenting on - it is my blog after all!!Rouge Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06556365075740114075noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079965778333971676.post-10831262096216309512020-02-09T12:57:00.001-08:002020-02-09T12:57:18.342-08:00Hello again!<br />
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Update - I'm still single but now an empty nester but flipping fabulous!<br />
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Last couple of years flew by!<br />
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Got my MBA in 2012<br />
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my Graduate certificate in Gerontology in 2017<br />
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I moved from Tennessee to North Carolina and LOVE IT!<br />
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I will continue to pursue my dream of being published and be financially secure AND just maybe...a lovely man will be appear...Rouge Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06556365075740114075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079965778333971676.post-30914770563502227012012-07-05T08:17:00.003-07:002014-01-12T12:58:38.713-08:00Eye Level<b id="internal-source-marker_0.7477292348630726"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“How tall is he?” I asked.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“About 5’8” or so” his sister said. (my height!)</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">No high heels for me tonight. Unless he is into glamazons, I better wear a kitten heel.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ahh the saga of the high heel loving 5’8” </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">single</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> woman.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In preparation for the pseudo date, a last minute party thrown together so “The Man” and I could check each other out in a not too obvious way, I went through my shoes again and again. I have four black kitten heel shoes. After an absurd number of outfit variations I decided on the pair to wear! – Talbots leather mules with subtle detail on edging. Not as edgy as I would like but no sense scaring him yet!</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Is it my imagination or are men getting shorter? Or are our heels getting higher? Platforms are a part of so many shoes. These Chanel shoes blew me away. Check out the </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">C’s in the heel</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. The platform makes my height challenged sisters happy. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now this ankle purse business hmmm…..give me time I may “get it”.</span></b>
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.7477292348630726" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Honestly I have too much junk that I “have” to take to a party to fit into that bitty purse. If I tried to get to it after one glass of anything I would fall over because I would be wearing heels – that is unless my date is 5’8”. I challenge anyone over 30 to get their keys, lipstick anything out of that bitty purse gracefully. If you want to sling your leg around - have at it honey! </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now back to the pseudo date! When I met “The Man” he was 5’8” and lovely. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Southern vocab lesson: Lovely means cute and fun man. </span></b>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b>Rouge Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06556365075740114075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079965778333971676.post-69945939291251583882011-10-04T11:08:00.000-07:002011-10-04T11:21:20.909-07:00One Date Wonders...Coon skin cap?You know this guy. <div>He talks a great talk. </div><div>Educated - plus!</div><div>Tall - plus!</div><div>Asks to meet you as soon as possible. </div><div>Calls before date to confirm date.</div><div>You meet him for lunch. </div><div>He talks big talk.</div><div><br />Then</div><div><br /></div><div>nothing</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>try to contact him with a question....</div><div>subterfuge - yeah yeah whatever - I am not above it clearly!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>nothing</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>nothing</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Well HELL </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Life as a single gal in North East Tennessee is not hopping</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>well </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>it would be if all I required</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>was </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>a</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>CAP</div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTagLu8X61RQF5-ge64GWiRc2Vw5kDDUTJbAt3gmKhvk3rUVHyQ0hlvCh2Qd3xON1gORnmmASgwppwZ3FWXQtp7kstFgkqhJy-Vv4dA3NRuuVGb0NrezxxfMggsmXOzR8kxwfmSs4LgoQ/s200/pole-coon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659703538626603410" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>and</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>a </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>COON DOG!! </div>Rouge Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06556365075740114075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079965778333971676.post-334815631906052212011-08-30T15:49:00.000-07:002011-08-30T15:54:07.443-07:00Bring on the Warpaint!!My thought for the day<div>
<br /></div><div>"Every so often a girl has to work with what God gave her"</div><div>
<br /></div><div>This was my response to realizing getting dolled up for day date gets me all kinds of positive attention. So...do I look rather crappy the rest of the time? Sadly that is probably not to far off from the truth. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>So back to the old southern wisdom - Always be dressed up including the all important lipstick!!!</div>Rouge Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06556365075740114075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079965778333971676.post-45418962650264511502011-07-14T10:47:00.000-07:002011-10-04T11:58:20.134-07:00Hello!!!!!!!!! I'm BAACCKKK!!!!Ah yes where does the time go? What mischief have I been into:)!<div>Well I haven't tried that hard to be naughty because it can be expensive!!</div><div>Times are tight my peeps! </div><div><br /></div><div>How are you surviving these no real Chanel or faux Chanal for anyone days?</div><div><br /></div><div>Chanal you ask? That is the Chanel you used to be able to afford!</div><div><br /></div><div>Kate Paid for Kate Spade, Ucci for Gucci and Tory Bunch for Tory Burch.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have "discovered" the Dollar Tree, Dollar Store and dollar bins at Target.</div><div><br /></div><div>I would love to "discover" a larger paycheck but wouldn't most of us?</div><div><br /></div><div>I can report that some older man did TOUCH my hair!! WITHOUT my permission1</div><div><br /></div><div>Can't very well pop a grandpa can I? It was an infraction but he was not aware of the "RULE!"</div>Rouge Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06556365075740114075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079965778333971676.post-88958789832271520002010-10-20T10:13:00.000-07:002011-10-04T12:00:01.319-07:00I'd like a BigMac, a McFlurry and a McWedding - hold the mayoJust when you thought you had heard all the "O u t o f T h i s W o r l d" wedding ideas. <div><br /></div><div>You remember these right? - get married underwater, get married parachuting, get married dressed as zombies - now add getting married at McDs. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yep the folks who give us McRib and take it back - are now in the wedding biz!<br /><div><br /></div><div>Only snafu is you need to go to Hong Kong. Like the country!!</div><div><br /></div><div>NOT the McDonalds on the highway exit.</div><div><br /></div><div>A real destination wedding. Bag the Bahamas! Ignore Italy! PooPoo to Paris!</div><div><br /></div><div>Head to Hong Kong!!</div><div><br /></div><div>To McDonalds?!</div><div><br /></div><div>Are there Bridezillas in Hong Kong?</div><div><br /></div><div>If Bridezilla wants the McDs to CLOSE for her nuptials - forget it!! </div><div><br /></div><div>If she has a fit - how would anyone notice? - too many kids and grown ups pulling that stunt.</div><div><br /></div><div>Would Ronald officiate - what is his career path anyway?</div><div><br /></div><div>As the masses munch and slurp the vows are said.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thoughts my peeps?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Rouge Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06556365075740114075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079965778333971676.post-40901197054331410672010-10-01T06:36:00.001-07:002010-10-01T07:32:31.767-07:00Sweet Tea oh how I love thee! No more...sniffWhen I drink straight tea - no sugar - no sweeteners - you know I am serious. <div><br /></div><div>Desperate times people! </div><div><br /></div><div>Those pounds I gained last year brought more friends. All unwelcome friends let me assure you.</div><div>My doc cousin and his smart as a whip wife - my healthy and normal relatives - enlightened me on the Atkins diet. It certainly helps when your doc cuz is a Duke doc and his other Duke doc friend wrote a book about this.</div><div><br /></div><div>So tired physically and tired of wondering when I would be skinny again. What! No Fat Fairy?! I took baby steps - no pasta, limit bread, eat eggs, cheese, meat. No mayo and my personal HUGE SACRIFICE No Sweet Tea! No sweeteners at all. Martyr me!</div><div><br /></div><div>Walk when I get around to it...mile here mile there</div><div><br /></div><div>Now 20 pounds are gone - took three months but hey! I can finally see the bones in my feet!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>You know were a bit ummm fluffy when people go WOW! You lost weight!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Now if I can get another 20 pounds to "go missing" Wow I will be back in all my cute Ann Taylor skirts! and!!! pants!!!! dresses!!! They miss me! I know they do!</div><div><br /></div><div>I miss them too!</div><div><br /></div><div>Sad part is when I do have sweet tea my mistake - which happens occasionally - people must assume they heard me wrong - this the South after all - it tastes like syrup.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sigh...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Rouge Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06556365075740114075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079965778333971676.post-36609096490886330612010-05-27T12:06:00.000-07:002010-05-27T12:42:53.053-07:00Muffin tops are for muffins right?Once upon a time in a land that is ours showing bumps and lumps was disavowed.<div><br />Now it would seem the land of this time says all that hangs out is allowed.<br /><br /></div><div><br />Nay I say to thee it is encouraged with low rider jeans and knit tops so thin</div><div><br />that the bod says you win with these low rider jeans and knit tops so thin.<br /><br /></div><div><br />So the bod squeezes out and hangs where it may, over the jean top under the cropped top.</div><div><br />Oh how I miss the Slenderall days where the muffin top was well not over the top!<div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://thumbs1.ebaystatic.com/m/m5Mc8JeyNvu9qIUZY6q09Iw/80.jpg" /></div></div></div>Rouge Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06556365075740114075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079965778333971676.post-39587490627064558582010-01-21T06:43:00.000-08:002010-01-21T06:59:05.866-08:00Eye Bra - Who knew?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXvBvZ0t8nHD6Tytp71vH94E6DNmPrwHIsuxL8SyiUSWRjoW5VIiTws0-pHfY4ZKbwyA53ptLtqirqLIY1z99CyGieojzH15ARdl03GLR2F3qcDf4WKpGS7CBI7Rh38ovDZjowe0N4o6U/s1600-h/photo1_7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429206336565737650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXvBvZ0t8nHD6Tytp71vH94E6DNmPrwHIsuxL8SyiUSWRjoW5VIiTws0-pHfY4ZKbwyA53ptLtqirqLIY1z99CyGieojzH15ARdl03GLR2F3qcDf4WKpGS7CBI7Rh38ovDZjowe0N4o6U/s200/photo1_7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>"Next time you want to take 40 winks use this eyebra - eyelashes askew after a nap with a flat (the HORRAH!) eye mask NO MORE! - yes the eyebra keeps your peeprs in high comfort."</div><div>Tee-Hee - Seriously though I like the fabrics for my bra - </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>40 Blinks Mask Sleep Mask at Bucky.com</div><div> </div><div>I need to invent something like this - hmmm....</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><br /><div></div>Rouge Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06556365075740114075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079965778333971676.post-42002328330269988282010-01-12T18:12:00.000-08:002010-01-12T18:18:01.689-08:00Doughnut fried in butter - WHAT!!I heard about this delicacy today - lawd - can you imagine!<br /><br />Then I watched Paula Deen when I got home - she took hunks of frozen mac and cheese, wrapped in bacon, rolled in graham cracker crust, roll in egg, then deep fry. 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Tweezers on the case because I will NOT be whisker woman. I have the fear when I do get kissed again - hopefully before I am too to old to enjoy it and know what is going on - the man will find whiskers on my face. So I need to be ready everyday for the potentiality of the however unlikely event.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wisdom is great but it can be very painful to gain. Sometimes it is embarrassing. Case in point: Thinking that I could run in the post office to check my P.O. box with out makeup, dressed down and hair everywhere - basically looking like the morning after - I see the guy I have a ridic crush on.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh hell If I have to look like the morning after why couldn't it have been the morning after!</div><div><br /></div><div>Ladies our mothers and grandmothers were right! You never know who you will see! Lipstick stat!! Tweezers on stand by!</div><div><br /></div>Rouge Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06556365075740114075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079965778333971676.post-83430790514673404842009-03-21T17:10:00.001-07:002009-03-21T17:16:12.391-07:00Will 2009 be better?Well I started the year dateless and fabulous!<br /><br />In the big metro of Bristol I had two real dates (asked me out) in 2008 - 200% improvement for 2007. Shall I exceed two dates in 2009? Can I shoot for..four dates...that is a stretch!<br /><br />Set reasonable goals right?<br /><br />With economy in the ditch my blogging will resume. I am writing a book that expands on this blog. Will let you know how it goes.Rouge Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06556365075740114075noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079965778333971676.post-87397985402023542472008-04-10T06:07:00.001-07:002008-05-11T17:24:17.400-07:00A Gremlin, a Greek lsland and a Horse - should have stayed home!When you have a really bad date you learn what not to do in the future. If only you had known before hand what was in store you could have stayed home!<br /><br />Well I didn't!<br /><br />At the first date I should have seen the signs. <br /><br />"When you are matched by this service you can just go right into a serious relationship" he said.<br /><br />"HUH - HAIL NO!" is what I thought.<br /><br />"Hmmm" I said.<br /><br />No he was not a keeper but he knew I liked horse back riding - thanks to dating service sharing information about me.<br /><br />He suggested we met to go trail riding. He would take care of details.<br /><br />Seemed like a good idea - I wanted to ride and besides if I met him there how bad could it be...just wait!<br /><br />The next weekend we met at a Trail Farm. When I got there he met me at the entrance. "I got the time wrong. The next group leaves in an hour. What do you want to do?"<br /><br />"How about we wait at the McDonald's a few miles down the road?” I suggested. I was not going to "hang out" with this guy on the side of a road. Please how stupid.<br /><br />When he went to drive out of the parking area I saw his head in a...a...a...GREMLIN - Good GAWD!! This is a joke right! No...it wasn't. He even had Mardi Gras beads hanging from the rear view mirror.<br /><br />Can I run! No I will not bail - that would be rude. Besides I had driven to BFE to ride a horse and DAMMIT I was going to ride! Gremlin or no Gremlin!<br /><br />When we got to the McD's I tried to avert my eyes from the four wheeled monstrosity. When we got in line I ordered a tea and french fries (not to healthy but what I really needed was liquor!!). When the lady said the total I looked at the Gremlin man, he looked at the ceiling.<br /><br />So I paid! I was going to pay for horseback riding but it would have been polite for Gremlin man to pay for tea and fries since he messed up the time.<br /><br />Chivalry does not reside in the Gremlin man.<br /><br />When we sat down Gremlin man went on to talk about his grandfather. According to Gremlin man he grandfather OWNED a GREEK ISALND.<br /><br />Mentally I was not seeing it. <br />1) You drive a gremlin<br />2) You would not pay for my tea and fries.<br /><br />Then he went on to tell me he had hired a decorator to fix up his new place.<br /><br />Mentally still not seeing it.<br /><br />FINALLY! it was time to go back to the Trail Farm. <br /><br />Since I have had some riding experience I was the first to follow the leader.<br /><br />The horse I was on really, really wanted to lead. She kept trying to get ahead. What that meant to me on the woodsy trail was she knocked my legs into countless trees as she jockeyed for the top spot. My legs were getting pulled back in ways I was sure would break them - it sure felt like it! I could not get her to stop. <br /><br />After about an hour of this torture my legs were in agony. I finally had to say enough! I had to stop!<br /><br />The trail leader was very nice and took us near the entrance so I could get back on land!<br /><br />As I dismounted my legs gave out.<br /><br />There I was, a crumpled mess on the ground saying "Oh I am fine" waving them off.<br /><br />The Gremlin driving, Greek island man got off his horse a few minutes later.<br /><br />He headed towards me as I was staggering to my car.<br /><br />He asked how I was. "Better" I said.<br /><br />He starts doing to oddest thing. He started to go at my head with his head.<br /><br />Oh HELL he was trying to kiss me!<br /><br />I did a bob and weave that would make a fighter proud as I dodged for my car.<br /><br />I waved and dashed off.<br /><br />He called, I didn't answer, for next few days. He left messages getter madder and madder I would not call him back.<br /><br />Like I said if I had known that experience was in store for me I would have stayed home!Rouge Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06556365075740114075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079965778333971676.post-52829699016337275322008-02-26T12:40:00.000-08:002008-05-08T06:50:07.444-07:00Belle Red and the Grumpy PenguinBlind Dates Ahh Blind Dates are they like mystery jelly beans? <br /><br />One is yummy the next one tastes like ear wax. <br /><br />Well I think I had that one with the "Grumpy Penguin."<br /><br />How did he get his name? Hang around so you can be as stunned as I was!<br /><br />On my set-up dates we met at an Italian restaurant. It seems my blind date "Bill" had been to this restaurant many times before. How do I know this? Well when I sat down across from the man who seemed unable to smile, I was immediately told by said man "I always get the same thing every time I come here." He proceeded to tell me he always gets the lasagna and eats half and takes the rest home for lunch the next day. sigh...Living on the Edge!<br /><br />As we waited for our food I found out "Bill" was a computer programmer...hmmm. So was my ex-husband. I still didn't want to throw him to the curb just for that so I asked him about his family. He has full custody of a 13 year old daughter.<br /><br />With his perpetual frown he said "If she knew I was at the mall she would be here right now." <br /><br />"How old is she?” I asked? <br /><br />"13"<br /><br />He them went on to tell me all his daughter wants to do is talk on the phone and shop. "That’s all she does - talk and shop." I tried to explain to the jerk that this is normal for a 13 year old girl. He folded his arms over his chest and pouted yes pouted. <br /><br />Lord that poor girl!<br /><br />Complaining about your kids is a major red flag. What a jerk.<br /><br />As I watched Mr. Personality put his remaining 1/2 lasagna in his doggie bag I knew this man was not for me or anybody who enjoyed light. My thoughts were confirmed when he tossed a card at me. Yes you read that right - "tossed a card at me" His calling card had his name, address, phone number and wait, I had to squint my eyes...an animated penguin in the corner. What the hell!<br /><br />Run! Run!!!!Rouge Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06556365075740114075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079965778333971676.post-61362875768413080692008-02-05T12:52:00.000-08:002008-02-05T13:09:49.342-08:00For Whom The Bell Tolls - Thee Oh Dud DateEscaping a badly boring or just plain bad date is a matter a pre-planning.<br /><br />My engaged friend, when she was in blind date hell, employed a very successful method of escape. She did ultimately have- THE BLIND DATE - her future husband that is. So blind dates can work out...eventually.<br /><br />Before the date she would set the alarm on her cell phone to go off 30 minutes or so into the date. Of critical importance, she set the ringer to sound like her phone ringer. When the phone rang with "a call" she would answer the call.<br /><br />"Oh my - Oh dear - How awful!" she would say. She would turn to her date "My _____ has been (or had)_______. I must go!"<br /><br />Escape!<br /><br />Other methods employed less successfully: you have a developed a sudden illness - headache, early morning meeting you suddenly remembered, you left the iron and the stove on - hell all the appliances are on having a wild party! (you wish!)<br /><br />I am sure you can add a few!<br /><br />Now if he FABULOUS! When the phone "rings" - "Goodness those telemarketers have gotten my cell number! How awful:)!"Rouge Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06556365075740114075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079965778333971676.post-35598992946473418992008-01-24T08:52:00.001-08:002008-01-24T09:08:23.317-08:00Bubba and the PeaAs I ask for dating dos and mostly don't stories from friends I wonder when the don'ts will not out number the dos <strong>completely!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />Apparently furniture demands are now required by some fool man around here.<br /><br />Now this all started when Lady A asked Bubba A to come in her house after a date to have more time to chat. He sat on her sofa and tried to make himself comfortable, maybe too comfortable because he proceeded to tell Lady A if she wanted to keep seeing him she had to buy a more comfortable sofa.<br /><br />Needless to say Bubba and the Pea was never invited over again or seen again.<br /><br />High maintanence men come in many shapes.<br /><br />High maintenance men can also be cheap <em>oh so cheap</em>.<br /><br />Lady A met Bubba B. When the discussion came up of where to have dinner several options were mentioned. Many were deemed too expensive. Well meaning Lady A mentioned Logan's - a reasonable family style restaurant. Bubba B was most offended - Going to Logan's is high falooting living.<br /><br />Rude and Cheap - 0 for 2<br /><br />Lady A is said to be holed up in her house reading trashy novels - safer!Rouge Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06556365075740114075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079965778333971676.post-90288639982356142232008-01-02T08:16:00.000-08:002008-01-09T09:01:51.307-08:00Beware the Bald Vegan and Other Internet Dating Tips.Ahh Internet Dating. <br /><br />What happened to meeting people at a bar where they lie or mislead to your face? Now lying or misleading has gone high tech! <br /><br />A brave dear friend shared her internet dating stories with me. She met some masters of misleading.<br /><br />She is a smart lady never shared personal information. She would screen her "prospects" via email for awhile. Then she arrange to met her a "prospect" at a local coffee shop. All well and good.<br /><br /><strong>Prospect A</strong><br />When she met Prospect A for coffee he looked like his picture - bald in <strong>Match</strong> pic and bald at coffee shop. (Good so far!)<br /><br />He discussed with her that he was a very strict vegetarian. (OK) <br /><br />He then went on to say he had a hard time meeting women at the temple. (OK he is Jewish) <br /><br />He then showed her pictures of his young son and daughter. (She noticed his son was bald...hmm...)<br /><br />He then went on to say he was having a hard time getting his son to wear the orange robes to school (!!!!!!!!- Yikes! Turns out there was a Hare Krishna school near by - so my friend's date was a Hare Krishna) <br /><br /><strong>Propect B</strong><br />When she met Prospect B for coffee he looked like his picture (good starting point!)<br /><br />He showed her pictures of his children (cute pics! - devoted dad)<br /><br />Told her he had them by different women (ok...)<br /><br />Then told my friend he had not seen children in years (??!!)<br /><br />Because he had been in prison (BYE!!!)<br /><br /><em>At this point my friend said enough! She quit for a few months then tried again. </em><br /><br /><strong>Prospect C</strong><br />When she met Prospect C for coffee he looked like his picture (again a positive)<br /><br />From earlier emails she had learned he was new to the area and knew few people because he telecommuted. (Well and Good)<br /><br />Well after nice chat over coffee Prospect C asked "Do you know what I like best about working from home?" <br /><br />"What?" my friend asked<br /><br />"You can work naked and nobody knows it"<br /><br />At this point she was running for her car!Rouge Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06556365075740114075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079965778333971676.post-13906981025034981212007-12-13T06:58:00.000-08:002008-01-02T08:15:59.710-08:00Dating Survival Tips 6 - 10<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Dating Survival Tips 6 - 10</strong><br /></span><br /><br /><strong>6) Sometimes great chemistry goes absolutely no where.</strong><br /><br />There are dates where you think "This is amazing!" " We really are in sinc!"<br />" Wow he is gorgeous!" "A lawyer!" "He laughs at the right things!"<br /><br />You restrain yourself for clubbing him over the head and taking home back to your cave. You bat your eyes and smile. You are a lady after all. Damm! What a drag!<br /><br />You all email back and forth a few times. Then he disappears from radar.<br /><br />Put <strong>Bride</strong> magazine away.<br /><br />No need to ponder how you would change your name after you were married. <br /><br />Hey a good date that goes no where is better than a bad date you wish you never had!<br /><br /><br /><strong>7) Do not tell you date you willingly married your ex twice.</strong><br /><br /><p>Refer to Lesson 1.<br /><br /></p><p><strong>8) Bragging about your excess success can backfire.</strong></p><p>One date who told me he owned six cars. He was immensely proud of this. I, on the other hand, could only think "Why, Why, Why, Why, Wh..." Maybe a car or two but six! I am at a loss.</p><p>I want to meet a good man not a car fleet!</p><p>Another date was quite smug about telling me his grandmother, in her second marriage, had married into a very wealthy American dynasty-type family but he would not their name. Huh? Like I asked. He pointed out what town the family was from. I still did not ask the name. He then informed me his grandmother sent him massive checks at Christmas. I still did not take this bait. Boring! </p><p>I want to meet a man confident in what he has done not what checks his grandmother sends him.</p><p><strong>9) This should be obvious - Do not get drunk on your date.</strong></p><p>The night starts out great, drinks flow while the conversation rolls along.</p><p>One date kept kicking back scotch. Again and Again and Again. Not smart! If someone is that cavalier about drinking and driving - Red Flag! One strike you are out!</p><p><strong>10) Never complain about your children!</strong></p><p>One gentleman had sole custody of his fourteen year old daughter. He proceeded to complain on our first and only date that all his daughter did was talk on the phone and shop. </p><p>Number One: Do not complain about your children, you are fortunate to have them.</p><p>Number Two: If all you have to complain about is too much talking and too much shopping, consider yourself pretty damm lucky!!</p><p></p><p></p><p></p>Rouge Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06556365075740114075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079965778333971676.post-31008863015118833522007-11-21T07:39:00.000-08:002008-04-10T09:02:52.951-07:00Dating Survival Tips 1 - 5My attempt to share with my fellow single people what I have learned DOES NOT WORK!! in Dating Land.<br /><br /><strong>Dating Survival Tips<br /></strong><br /><strong>1)</strong> <strong>What not to talk about, as in everything that happened in your life on the first date!<br /></strong>Ok this will be embarrasing but learn from my mistakes. On my second post divorce date I talked incessantly about my ENTIRE life - major no-no!! Oh yes - birth stories the whole bit - no-no-no!!! Needless to say he ran - can't say I blame him:)!<br />I had one first date through IJL where, bless this man's heart, I heard so much about his x-wife. I could tell he was still hurting. Not time yet for him.<br /><br /><strong>2)Don't be too available</strong><br />For my second post divorce date, this man called me urgently on a morning to meet for lunch. Some mutual friends had given him my name. Well I was too available because I agreed to meet him for lunch that day. Hey even if you are desperate to meet someone give it at least 24 hours.<br /><br /><strong>3)Don't stare at body parts. </strong><br /><br /><br /><strong>4)Make an effort to be Polite</strong><br />On my very first date as a newly sinlge woman I meet a friend's, work friends, single brother - got that? Well I got all dolled up and met him at the restaurant. When I met him in the lobby he looked like he was in a bad mood. He was in a bad mood and stayed in a bad mood all through the L O N G lunch!<br /><br />Seriously people put a smile on! First Impressions! Remember!<br /><br /><strong>5) </strong><strong>DON'T SLING PESTO SAUCE AROUND in other words get easy food!</strong><br />On my first set up date in North Carolina we met at a Italian restaurant. When we ordered our meal I order pasta with pesto sauce. Easy enough right! Oh not me! When the pasta with pesto came it looked like pasta soup with presto sauce. I thought "Have I missed a new way to serve pasta?" I gamely tried to eat my pesto pasta soup and proceeded to sling green bits of goo aroung the table. Oh hell! Can I not get a break?!<br /><br /><strong>6) More to come!</strong><br /><strong></strong>Rouge Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06556365075740114075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079965778333971676.post-36801489658758049052007-10-29T05:53:00.001-07:002007-12-12T13:23:54.839-08:00Southern Lady - Single and Dating - It's hell out there!Pretty tough title for a blog huh?<br /><br />Well honey when you got a blind date wanting to touch your hair and you do not want him to touch your hair and he keep asking to touch you hair you get kind of angry!! As a properly raised Southern Girl I was taught to be So POLITE! In other words I internalize everything, something I am working on undoing. Blog case in point. So what I wanted to say "Hell no you can't touch my hair" Blogspot was born!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi_wC3xADLXPxXjXAS53rk_HP65usouHHLOR0iB7HrdsK95Q-SRvrtCzY-jGBKCNY9DyJd5RsBW48vT0vCJoCf1_GTV6Q5PNfv6xezL_-ryl05PT9FzjcmnsuFG-TLxZTLj9oQWZMBePQ/s1600-h/red+hair.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143199196896182386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" height="65" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi_wC3xADLXPxXjXAS53rk_HP65usouHHLOR0iB7HrdsK95Q-SRvrtCzY-jGBKCNY9DyJd5RsBW48vT0vCJoCf1_GTV6Q5PNfv6xezL_-ryl05PT9FzjcmnsuFG-TLxZTLj9oQWZMBePQ/s200/red+hair.jpg" width="95" border="0" /></a> Well that title is just a sampling of dating hell for the 40 plus divorcee...It is rough out there! Hair toucher wannabes not withstanding!<br />As a flaming redhead - people are fascinated by my hair. All I know is it is starting to go gray. Now this good be a good look for me or I could end up resembling a "when is she going to color her hair?" middle aged chick. Hmm...<br /><br />Stay tuned to stories from the Dating Survivalists - Me and my friends!<br /><br />This is all in the quest for the RIGHT MAN! He is runing late! What did he do? Get lost and refuse the ask for directions?...<br /><br />As a divorced 42 mom in a small town in North East Tennessee dating is an acronym for<br /><br /><strong>D</strong> on't<br /><br /><strong>A</strong> ttempt<br /><br /><strong>T</strong> o<br /><br /><strong>I</strong> ndicate<br /><br /><strong>N</strong> uptual<br /><br /><strong>G</strong> oal<br /><br /><br />They will run for the hills!<br /><br /><br />Being divorced, with two children and alone was not my plan but I got to roll with it or get rolled over by it! Dating is one way society puts us out there. Where I ask? Is it all that exciting?!...well it is a darn site better than sitting in front of the television eating a bucket of cookie dough.Yep Nestle sells a bucket of cookie dough. Nestle clearly wanted to get in on the ice-cream-in-front-of-the-television-for-lonely-women bucket business.<br /><br />So off the sofa I am!<br /><br />I lived in Chapel Hill, North Carolina recently and took advantage of a dating service - It's Just Lunch. I paid them a fist full or two of dollars to interview me and set me up on dates. When I had lived in Tennessee before I had a whopping one date a year in the three years I lived there as newly divorced. When I moved the Chapel Hill I decided it was time to date. I needed to get some "experience" in the dating world. Not that kind of experience!! Since I had been married twelve years I was quite rusty about dating and honestly nervous about the prospect.Rouge Headhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06556365075740114075noreply@blogger.com2