<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495032314412168181</id><updated>2011-11-29T23:05:52.193-08:00</updated><category term='college'/><category term='dating'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='fairytales'/><category term='butterflies'/><category term='letting go'/><category term='Kiss'/><category term='love'/><category term='dating violence'/><category term='breakups'/><title type='text'>DARING TO DREAM</title><subtitle type='html'>"Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk." -Dalai Lama</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>L.A. Tigar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07149759794936820648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495032314412168181.post-5545841633782579771</id><published>2010-02-06T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T20:32:50.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 6 and I'm Impatient</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/S25Cao8vgEI/AAAAAAAAADE/v7bN8pCrFbc/s1600-h/nervous-woman-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/S25Cao8vgEI/AAAAAAAAADE/v7bN8pCrFbc/s200/nervous-woman-main_Full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435354825718988866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a bad sign that someone applying for jobs to become an editor/writer, is sick of WRITING cover letters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because frankly, my dears, it's exhausting! I truly, honestly, full heatedly love all of the jobs I've applied for (6 total) -but putting your soul and experience on a platter is stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writing does come easily and it probably doesn't take me any longer than 30 minutes to whip one up -but because I'm such a perfectionist, I read it ten times and research the company, if I'm not familiar with them already. Doing so makes me really get my hopes up and if I don't hear back within 20 minutes of sending, I start to panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just when you want something so badly, when something is just as much part of you as your own DNA, when something feels so right to not be perfectly aligned with fate -the waiting game is unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only applied to a handful of jobs and I still have 37 days until my flight lands at JFK, but still, couldn't I just have one lead or two? Maybe three? Could I just have one reply to the e-mails and cover letters I've exhausted, ridiculed, criticized and worried myself sick over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe patience isn't my virtue, but when am I supposed to follow up? In a week? Two weeks? Are these job postings really job postings or have the positions been filled and HR is just doing what's required of them to be an EOA? Does my experience match up or line up or measure up to those of other applicants? How do I make my stand out in an e-mail when I can put my best face and personality in front of them? How can I explain to them how perfect I am without repeating the same sentence in 10 different varieties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I just get that one little toe in the door to all of my tomorrows? How do you get through today when all you want is to be somewhere you're not? How do you apply for jobs at places you've never been to, but claim you could do it all? Even though you know you can, how can you prove it to them...through Gmail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it will become easier in time, but for now, can we all just pray for ONE itty-bitty-teeney-weeney response?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;37 Days&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;6 Applications&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495032314412168181-5545841633782579771?l=latigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/feeds/5545841633782579771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2010/02/only-6-and-im-impatient.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/5545841633782579771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/5545841633782579771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2010/02/only-6-and-im-impatient.html' title='Only 6 and I&apos;m Impatient'/><author><name>L.A. Tigar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07149759794936820648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/S25Cao8vgEI/AAAAAAAAADE/v7bN8pCrFbc/s72-c/nervous-woman-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495032314412168181.post-6619842817087403326</id><published>2010-02-04T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:18:29.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alllll By Myselllllllfff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/S2uiFuZGbuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CGsw-q4wREg/s1600-h/workshop_women_laughing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/S2uiFuZGbuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CGsw-q4wREg/s200/workshop_women_laughing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434615594588991202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had this unrealistic fear of being alone. Sure, just like every young woman (or maybe it's just me), I'm terrified of ending up living in my collection of shoes with a million cats and having really stringy, gross and greasy gray hair that topples over my books as I spend hours reading erotic romance novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. The thought alone makes me cringe and want to go to the gym or the salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While that fear is a little too unrealistic and far-fetched, being alone can come in many senses. Not having a passionate love life is one thing, but being without friends or family is a completely different subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do live with my parents currently, so that void isn't missing -but the friend part is seriously lacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew graduating early would have its perks and disadvantages, but sitting at home night after night with only my overly-energetic pup, Suzie Lou to keep my warm and loved, really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so out of the loop of what's going on in my friends' lives, and we are all making a great effort to stay in touch, but it's not the same as sharing a Nacho Basket at McAllister's or getting tipsy off $1 drafts at Flipside on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I never thought I'd miss Boone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for this big move so I can make new friends and have new experiences full of adventure and intrigue -but part of me is terrified. What if I don't make friends? What if the bottom of my dreams and bank account falls out from underneath me? What if I have to move back home? What if I feel this lonely, alone and afraid forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of this lonely river I'm currently swimming in is teaching me a lesson. It's showing me how to stand on my own two feet without having physical or constant support from other people. Moving to NYC will only intensify this lesson, and I know more than anything, I need to know I can survive independently before I can ever depend on completely putting my trust in someone else.  It's teaching me to save money, to make peace with alone and quiet time, and most importantly, to be secure in who I am, where I'm going and in the path it takes to connect the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lesson is a difficult one, but one day, I'll look back and be thankful for the opportunity and growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I can listen to Celine Dion's "All By Myself" and miss my lovely friends in Boone while the snow falls silently and peacefully outside. Great, now I'm trapped. Ehh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39 days&lt;br /&gt;3 job applications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495032314412168181-6619842817087403326?l=latigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/feeds/6619842817087403326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2010/02/alllll-by-myselllllllfff.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/6619842817087403326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/6619842817087403326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2010/02/alllll-by-myselllllllfff.html' title='Alllll By Myselllllllfff'/><author><name>L.A. Tigar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07149759794936820648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/S2uiFuZGbuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CGsw-q4wREg/s72-c/workshop_women_laughing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495032314412168181.post-6368674561239263763</id><published>2010-02-03T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:07:05.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown Begins -40 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/S2piDD5Yz-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/bsiBQFHbAOI/s1600-h/getty_rr_photo_of_womans_feet_in_public_restroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/S2piDD5Yz-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/bsiBQFHbAOI/s200/getty_rr_photo_of_womans_feet_in_public_restroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434263705101062114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It hit me what I was asked to unpack several boxes of random books, and clean the men's &amp;amp; women's bathroom at the bookstore I work at in Asheville, N.C., that I really wasn't where I wanted to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had dressed up for the day -which was nothing out of the norm for me. 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&lt;![endif]--&gt;Here I was, a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed 21-year-old who just graduated from Appalachian State University in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Boone&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;North Carolina&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. It’s not a prestigious school by any means, and is only known for it’s 3-time national championship in some division of football. I didn’t go for the name, I went for the price and because it was the only school I got into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Standing in my Micahel Kohrs skirt I found in a blowout sale at the beach, high heels circa Target two years prior and a sweater that hugged me in all the right places, I knew I still had over a month before I would be where I belonged:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York City&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyone who knows me, follows me on Twitter or Facebook or has had even one conversation with me knows my heart, soul and wallet (though, empty) belongs in Manhattan. There is no need for me to go into detail about why I love the city or why it's the place I feel like I belong and desire the most -especially when my journey will be chronicled through this silly blog I forgot I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;While the economy is not exactly a picture-perfect illustration of what every unemployed person would like it to be -I still have hope. I know finding my dream job isn't going to be a walk in Central Park, but eventually (preferably before the end of April), I will have a job I actually enjoy and will pay my bills in New York.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Until then, I'm stuck in my hometown sleeping in my childhood bedroom complete with Little Mermaid sheets and two adoring parents who want to know about my every move, God bless them. They have lovingly opened me into their home until I'm ready to move, and a fantastic friend has offered her couch to me for a few weeks until I get settled in the city, when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Being at home isn't torture, but it isn't exactly an amazing situation. Once you've been away at school for three plus years -coming home and having to answer phone calls about your location and be asked to clean up after yourself makes you realize why it's so important to move to your pad once you get that very expensive piece of paper that says you're qualified to be paid more money than someone without it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The bookstore gig has been my biggest break so far. While it can be extremely boring at times, all of the people are interesting and nice, and the customers never fail to make me raise an eyebrow. A guy seriously came in asking for a book on pumpkin chucking once, and I saw a flashing neon sign above his head that read, "Lindsay Tigar, get the hell out of the South, right now!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;All in due time, I replied to myself and smiled to the customer and told him I wasn't familiar with a book with that specific topic. I would like to know if he ever found one, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I spent most of my time texting my friends in a quite obsessive amount, writing endleslly, worrying about the next stage in my life, cleaning my mess of a room, running at a gym I actually like, and yesterday, I officially started applying for jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've applied for two: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;An online women's magazine/organization as a Web Editor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;An online New York-based publication as a Web Assistant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'll keep you posted on both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Also, most of my evenings and early mornings are dedicated to my only saving grace right now, ChickSpeak. This site has become what makes me get up in the morning and what keeps me going. I have a handful of new writers and oldies that are incredible, and I can only see the site becoming more successful from here. The founder has also become a dear friend of mine, and I'm so thankful for her guidance through all of my career freak-outs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I get through the next 40 days without (hopefully) losing my mind, I'll chronicle my thoughts on the economy, what it's like to be a job applicant, and make a drastic transition in your life -completely independent. I'm fully funding my move and new life in New York, hence why I'm working at a bookstore 40 hours a week and refusing to spend one dime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And once I'm in New York, I'll keep you all posted on the continued job search and of course, apartment shopping. Yikes, and yay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;All in due time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I dare to dream, and I'll chase the place I'm meant to be until it all falls into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;40 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 job applications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495032314412168181-6368674561239263763?l=latigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/feeds/6368674561239263763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2010/02/countdown-begins-40-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/6368674561239263763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/6368674561239263763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2010/02/countdown-begins-40-days.html' title='The Countdown Begins -40 Days'/><author><name>L.A. Tigar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07149759794936820648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/S2piDD5Yz-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/bsiBQFHbAOI/s72-c/getty_rr_photo_of_womans_feet_in_public_restroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495032314412168181.post-2691561335843290808</id><published>2009-06-24T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:39:23.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letting go'/><title type='text'>Letting Go, but Not Forgetting: The Key to Getting Over Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLVQnzImgI/AAAAAAAAACA/h2m1DTCtT7Y/s1600-h/cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLVQnzImgI/AAAAAAAAACA/h2m1DTCtT7Y/s200/cute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351073788807649794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In every relationship we experience, there are certain memories that remain long after the relationship has ended. What remains locked in the back of our minds are not the typical thoughts that come with every relationship: the first time you saw him, when he asked to be your boyfriend, etc, but the insignificant details of his presence in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With one of the guys I dated, there is one moment I swear I’ll never forget -not because it was incredibly rare or out of the ordinary, but because it was the moment I knew I was falling in love with him, and that he had the ability to break my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to see some band at an on-campus club via my photography pass from the newspaper I worked for (I almost got fired for that, by the way), and we spent the night dancing and talking and listening to a somewhat decent group of guys bang on drums and strum a guitar. I can’t say the music stayed with me, but his touch did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He wasn’t fresh or inappropriate, but he couldn’t keep his hands off of me. He wasn’t overly sexual and I didn’t feel uncomfortable, but I realized for the first time he was just as into me as I was into him. I sighed a sigh of relief at the time, and sank into his arms as we took silly pictures and laughed as nothing particularly, just at the happiness that came of us being together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then, the last song came on, and I was prepared to dance again, when he turned me around, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. It wasn’t the best kiss we ever had, and it wasn’t the last, but when his lips touched mine, that entire room became oblivious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was no band playing, there were no drunken hippies dancing awkwardly next to us or people stepping on my heels. The lights weren’t shining down on us, the room wasn’t damp from sweat and body heat -nothing else was in that room but him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After what seemed like an hour of kissing, but probably was just a few seconds, I opened my eyes and looked at him, and we were both quiet but saying more with a single stare then we probably said to one another the time we dated. I still get chill bumps thinking about it right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While we had lots of good memories together and fun, passion, romance and sweet nothings I of course will never forget -above all other things, he opened me up. He stopped the rest of the world around me -the chaos, the busy schedules, the go-getter girl I am, the constant worrying about tests and GPAs and internships, and he made me relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He gave me a center, a peace of mind and a security that no one ever has. He wasn’t the first guy that wanted to take care of me or call me his but he was the first (and only, so far) that I allowed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before this certain guy, I had this huge wall up against guys. I credit it to my past, my own insecurities and my fear of being forever damaged, but I was the girl who was not going to let a guy in until I knew for certain he wouldn’t disappoint me. I was confident that when I met someone that could be something and my heart finally felt that “thing” I was looking for -I would allow my wall to crumble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was certain it would fall to the ground easily and the struggle wouldn’t be difficult because I would trust whoever it was I was letting in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, down came my wall after that kiss in the middle of the dance floor. Without trouble, without a bulldozer, without a swinging ball or army of ten million men -in one kiss, my wall was down and I became exposed to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While that kiss seemed to be the promise of a powerful and passionate relationship, the fates had something different in mind. Needless to say, we broke up long before anything had time to flourish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That memory, along with a several more from every single relationship, fling, encounter or date I’ve ever had, could be hurtful. That memory could remind me of what I had, what slipped away, what never was, what could have been or what never will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It could remind me of my shortcomings, my uncertainty about my future in relationships, my fear of not finding the one or make me angry that I never got what I thought I would from that man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But instead, that memory just makes me smile. It makes me remember a time in my life that was brilliant and good and I was so full of butterflies I thought I could fly to the top of the mountain I lived on. It reminds me that my heart may have been broken by his sudden absence, but that my heart still has the capability to feel such incredible things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Letting go of someone you cared about or moving on from a relationship that never was or lasted longer than it should have -is difficult. You can feel your heart physically hurting, your stomach feels queasy and sleep is something that’s hard to come by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can burn pictures, block him on Facebook, make crude remarks about his new love interest (and yes, he will find one), and analyze every single choice you made with him trying to figure out what went wrong. You can write him letters you’ll never send, call your friends at 3 a.m. crying and questioning and blame yourself, him, his mother, your mother and your best friend that your love affair is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can promise to never say his name ever again and play it cool when you see him randomly, while secretly wondering if the encounters were serendipitous or planned. You can try to make yourself stop thinking about about everything that included him, or you could let go without forgetting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just because this person isn’t part of your life anymore, doesn’t mean that his time in your life wasn’t precious or important. Every single individual that walks into your life, regardless if they stay a day, seven weeks or three years -has a purpose. The imprints they leave on your heart and mind are ones that were necessary for you to be who you are today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Without their coming, and believe it or not, their going, you wouldn’t be exactly where you need to be. Each relationship teaches you something and each heartbreak only makes you stronger and better prepared for the next great love that comes your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So hold onto those happy moments. Remember when the world stopped moving, when he kissed your forehead and you thought you could cry out of pure bliss or when your heart was so full of indescribable love that you thought it could burst at any second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remembering will not be painful after a while, and those thoughts will one day bring a smile to your face and you can wish him well with sincerity. And when you pass him for whatever reason and at whatever time, you won’t just look at him thinking about the past, but silently thanking him for what he brought to your life -even if it was just one little kiss that turned your whole world upside down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lindsay Tigar is the Editor-at-Large for ChickSpeak, has held various magazine internships including Cosmopolitan, runs every day to relieve stress and hopes to inspire millions of women through her writing one day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://chickspeak.com/blog/2009/06/24/letting-go-but-not-forgetting-the-key-of-getting-over-someone/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495032314412168181-2691561335843290808?l=latigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/feeds/2691561335843290808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/letting-go-but-not-forgetting-key-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/2691561335843290808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/2691561335843290808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/letting-go-but-not-forgetting-key-to.html' title='Letting Go, but Not Forgetting: The Key to Getting Over Someone'/><author><name>L.A. Tigar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07149759794936820648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLVQnzImgI/AAAAAAAAACA/h2m1DTCtT7Y/s72-c/cute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495032314412168181.post-1040916770883199453</id><published>2009-06-24T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:38:15.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Needs Space...How Much Do You Give Him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLVANfxw2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/nKIq2N4tGaU/s1600-h/space.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLVANfxw2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/nKIq2N4tGaU/s200/space.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351073506869232482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Between yesterday and tomorrow, between where we want to be and where we are, between the spot where he used to lay and where you lay, and between the melt-your-heart moments and the bitterness that only seems to get thicker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In life, there is always space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While sometimes a little leeway creates opportunity for growth, when the one you want to be closer to more than any single being on the planet utters the words “I need some space,” all you want to do is get a little closer and cling to the bond you desperately want to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Relationships are difficult to navigate and they never seem to stay on the same path, but rather twist and turn -often going down gravel and dead end roads. While we can’t always hold onto the steering wheel and predict the bumps ahead, as confident and savvy women, we can learn to brace ourselves and always keep our seat-belts on -just in case it all comes crashing down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When your guy asks for space, he may be doing it for a variety of reasons -and not all of the signs point straight to the end of a relationship. Sometimes, he means exactly what he says: he just needs some wiggle room to figure out life on his own or maybe you need to move your elbows and figure out what you need too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So before jumping to conclusions and pushing him farther away than he wants to go, try taking a step back and asking yourself a few questions about your relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are either of you getting ready to make a huge change in your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you have been with someone for month upon month or year upon year, there comes a breaking point -where you may think you want some distance…but maybe not because you’re tired of the person. Maybe for no other reason than you need to figure out how you can fit into each other’s future plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you’re getting ready to hike to new heights and he’s swinging around revolving doors in buildings -he may be wondering where you’re going to fit into his life and vice versa. If he’s having trouble fitting your puzzle pieces together, it’s still a sign he wants to make it work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guys are encouraged to be individuals more often than women and while it’s sexist, they typically find better solutions when they are alone, while women usually seek out the advice of their best friend, their first cousin and their freshman year roommate before making a decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If tides are rolling, give him time to surf and make it to shore -just make sure he knows you’re riding the waves too and you’ll be a happy beach babe with or without his rescue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Space Grace Period: A month&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you been spending a ridiculous amount of time together?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His gym bag, socks, old smelly sneakers, electric razor and his toothbrush are draped around your apartment. You find his t-shirts and boxers mixed in with your whites and you are checking your wallet to see where the check for half of your rent is from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes being in love and thus spending lots of time together in couple-land can be a bit too much, even if you are the best of friends and enjoy one another’s company. If you’ve been spending a lot of time wrapped up in sheets and sharing ice cream on the couch and suddenly he says he needs some space…take him literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s normal to have a hard time putting our &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chickspeak.com/blog/2009/05/11/maintaining-the-you-in-a-relationship/"&gt;single self on the shelf &lt;/a&gt;as ladies, and the guys have the same problem. Sometimes they need time to be themselves and act however they want to, without their girlfriend (or anyone, really) hanging around them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Give him some inches to grow and within a week, he’ll probably be missing your smile each morning and you’ll be back to being the couple all single people love to hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Space Grace Period: One to two weeks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are your friends or his friends getting hitched or engaged?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There’s this insane trend that I’ve noticed on Facebook lately. Once someone gets engaged, within a week someone else gets engaged -and before I know it, I’ve written “congratulations” at least a dozen times…and ate about three half-gallons of ice cream in the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While women may feel a tad bit jealous when albums of our friends (or at least they were our friends once upon a time in the third grade, or something like that) looking happy and beautiful at their wedding, guys tend to have a different reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They get a little freaked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suddenly, all their buddies are saying “I do,” and instead of being an “I” their friends are a “we” and they can’t hang out as often as they used to. They may even see their mentors having children and something inside of them screams for it all to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If your fella decides he needs some space, he may be realizing he’s either ready to get married and can’t believe it, or frankly, isn’t ready to be that committed…yet anyways. Give him room to clear his head and figure out what’s in the upcoming cards for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, this time shouldn’t be spent with him dating other ladies or spreading his wings into other bedrooms, but spent thinking about what he wants. If he wants to break up instead of just giving one another some elbow room, he was never meant to be the one smiling next to you in wedding photos as you cut the cake -but rather the one you should cut out of your life indefinitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And remember, if he comes back saying he is the marriage type, just not right now -believe him and decide if you can wait a few more years before signing away forever and your maiden name on the dotted line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Space Grace Period: One to two months&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did your relationship just take a huge step?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Regardless if it’s the slip of three very magical words, the first real fight or a tragedy you went through together -some events in life bring a couple closer…or farther apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you relationship suddenly got serious or the two of you grew incredibly close seemingly overnight -your guy may be a bit worried. Once a guy opens up and lets a gal inside his heart, he tends to want to keep her safe and protected and if you were recently awarded the chance to walk through the pearly gates -he may be a little scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He also may be wondering if he’s ready for a serious relationship or if he can count on you to be there for him through anything that life may dish to him. Let him calm down and take time to think it out -usually if he’s taken one big step with you, he’ll want to take the next one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Space Grace Period: About a week&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lindsay Tigar is the Editor-at-Large for ChickSpeak and freelances for other sites. She loves her puppy Suzie, high heels in all shapes and sizes, and would vintage shop every single day if she could.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://chickspeak.com/blog/2009/05/25/he-needs-spacehow-much-do-you-give-him/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495032314412168181-1040916770883199453?l=latigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/feeds/1040916770883199453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-needs-spacehow-much-do-you-give-him.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/1040916770883199453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/1040916770883199453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-needs-spacehow-much-do-you-give-him.html' title='He Needs Space...How Much Do You Give Him?'/><author><name>L.A. Tigar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07149759794936820648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLVANfxw2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/nKIq2N4tGaU/s72-c/space.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495032314412168181.post-2705263896292305172</id><published>2009-06-24T18:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:36:57.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letting go'/><title type='text'>Letting Go: The Heart of Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLUr3HDf5I/AAAAAAAAABw/XAMacjHN6cw/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLUr3HDf5I/AAAAAAAAABw/XAMacjHN6cw/s200/heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351073157262573458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Fragile, tender and as delicate as the first bloom in the middle of April.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet, passionate, full of all the fire in a single burning flame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Constantly moving, growing, bleeding and hoping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It will never be the same tomorrow as it is today, and it knows of the miles traveled yesterday. It forgives, it endures…and above all it lives and breathes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your heart is a precious commodity. It belongs to you –and solely you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There will be moments that come your way, people who enter your life, and you my feel enticed to give this treasure away, but do so only with caution. You must decide if someone is worth sacrificing, or risking this beautiful element of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In fact, your heart is…at the heart of who you are. It holds everything near and dear to you –memories from the past, hopes for the future. It captures your best times, it feels the full force of your bad experiences. It contains your fears, and it speaks when you should feel afraid. It helps tell the butterflies when to start flying in your stomach, and it begs your head to just let you feel…and stop thinking, analyzing so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your heart defines who you are, and allowing someone to enter this private zone –or even more intimately, offering them to hold a piece of it in their hands –is absolutely petrifying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Part of falling in love, and thus implementing your heart into the swing of a relationship, or courtship is being vulnerable. And vulnerability, like other scary things in life –takes courage and involves risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This elusive vulnerability is dangerous territory to tread on and the ice can break at any moment –because being vulnerable allows strings at the heart to be pulled away from their secure location deep inside you…and permits them to attach to someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And that someone else could and could not handle them with care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jane Collingwood from PsychCentral.com spoke about trust and vulnerability in relationships, and concluded that relationships require a level of vulnerability, attachment and commitment to prosper over long periods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She stated, “This expression of love puts into practice the key elements of a secure partnership: consistency, attunement to the other, and availability when needed.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While Collingwood makes perfect sense and sounds very logical –love, or the process of falling into the realm love isn’t consistent, there isn’t always a promise of commitment, or dependence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That’s why being vulnerable, is in fact, so terrifying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However ridiculously petrified a woman might be when spending quality time, endless dates, nights of laughter and romance –she must allow herself to be vulnerable with her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She shouldn’t give it away, put it up for rent, or present it on a shiny platter, but she should take a chance allowing it to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feel the tides of a relationship –the way you felt when he first kissed you, the way he surprised you for no reason, or showed you how he thought of you at an unexpected moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And if it goes wrong and the ropes you threw out into the ocean of possibility were somehow tangled by the uncertain waves that love unquestionably presents –those ropes will come back to you, and you will have learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you will feel that lesson. It may be bittersweet, confusing to the extreme, and make you demand the universe a reason why, but you will feel the immensity of that lesson. Your heart will speak for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The same heart that allowed itself to be vulnerable, to take an opportunity and maybe, or maybe not fall in love –and be caught, will beat for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It will feel a small break, a crack, a tear and it will beat faster and faster, and it may hurt to feel that pounding. But the constant drum is a healing method, a way of letting you know that you can be vulnerable again. You can take another chance…because no matter the course, the pattern of the changing tides, the heart can love again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;After all, it’s at the heart of you. And you, radiant, vibrant woman, forgive. You endure, and more than anything, you live, and you take that big breath in –knowing one day, being vulnerable won’t be so daunting for you…or your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://chickspeak.com/blog/2009/04/03/moving-on-the-heart-of-relationships/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495032314412168181-2705263896292305172?l=latigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/feeds/2705263896292305172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/letting-go-heart-of-relationships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/2705263896292305172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/2705263896292305172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/letting-go-heart-of-relationships.html' title='Letting Go: The Heart of Relationships'/><author><name>L.A. Tigar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07149759794936820648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLUr3HDf5I/AAAAAAAAABw/XAMacjHN6cw/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495032314412168181.post-4225624651653680528</id><published>2009-06-24T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:35:53.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love in Four Years: Dating in College</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It’s unmistakable, completely desirable and most of the time, entirely unattainable at a moment’s notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s something we all crave, dream about, indulge in, and try to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, once we find something that possibly could lead to love –we back away at the first indication of imperfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like all good things in life, college relationships require work. They certainly aren’t easy, and if we want the bright shining pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, we have to be willing to go through the rainstorm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disney, advertisements and romantic movies depict a type of love that’s typically smooth sailing right from the beginning –and falling in love happens at first sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This type of relationship, or love, is unrealistic and shouldn’t be something anyone strives for. The best type of relationship –that endures the test of time, doesn’t start off after one date, or one amazing kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Falling in love during college should be gradual, natural and gently progressive. Both partners should be willing to realize and take note of complications that could (and mostly likely will!) develop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Timing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One person is going one way, the other is going another direction –and ultimately they just want to end up in the same place, at the same time. But it’s just not that easy sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you least expect it, and possibly when you really don’t want something in your life –is the moment when a relationship, or mister wonderful comes knocking at your door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In college; summer internships, studying abroad, extended vacations and being separated over lengthy breaks can make it difficult to feel in sync with your possible mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While you can’t control when someone walks into your life, you can handle the situation if he comes at an undesirable time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go ahead and test the relationship. Test the passion and chemistry that seems so perfect. See if the same feelings remain after a summer of phone calls and Facebook messages. Be patient and believe that what’s meant to be will find it’s way to you. Sure it’s a lot of extra work and you have to be willing to put yourself out on a limb, but in the end –it could be worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sincerity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trust isn’t the simplest thing to develop. Either you give it too freely, or not easily enough. We’ve all been burned, hurt and disappointed. It’s easy to write off every love affair as a mistake and pretend it never happened –just because it caused you pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But then you don’t learn. Then you can’t shape your next relationships into something beautiful. You have to struggle before you can find peace and comfort in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He may not be like every other guy you’ve dated and he might be. Regardless, everyone deserves a chance and an opportunity to prove themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Developing a foundation of trust takes a while, and the slower you move, the more you get to know someone and you can figure out if they are worthy of your trust, attention, or possible love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s Only Four-ish Years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While the new national average for duration in college is five years –historically most undergraduate students receive their degree in four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That’s only eight semesters to meet, develop and enjoy a loving, lasting relationship. While it may seem like a long time, it’s not easy to find someone who wants the same things you want out of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Furthermore, if you’re lucky enough to meet someone and fall in love, what happens after college? What if you get a job offer in New York City and he’s offered somewhere overseas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are going to be logical and distance-perplexities that will arise in college relationships because ultimately, college is the starting line to the race of our lives. We start here, but where we go, is always up in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sacrifices may have to be made to make a relationship work, and those decisions aren’t always easy to make. Make sure to determine if this is something you’d like to see last long-term before you change any of your girl-on-the-go plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A man who is crazy about you –would never ask you to settle or hold back for him –but rather encourage you to chase your dreams…even if they lead you away from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cha Cha Cha Changes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inevitably, we all change as we go through different experiences, struggles, achievements and issues. Part of the beauty of life is realizing when change is in the forecast, and how to embrace it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; While change is mostly always good and teaches you to grow, it sometimes pushes people apart. While you’re changing and growing, so is your partner and those transformations may transform your relationship…and possibly even end it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And really, that’s okay. Whatever is meant to be, will find its way to you –and if early changes in a relationship make you drift apart, he was never your one and only to begin with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep Yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; However much work a relationship, or a possible new partnership may require –it is always important to keep a grip on who you are, what you want and what you deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; If a relationship is more work than enjoyment, and more worry than wonder –don’t waste your time, and certainly don’t desecrate all the love you have to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Keep your eyes open to what you desire and remember the love we have for ourselves, and personal value we put on our heart is more important than any relationship with a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But, if he does seem worth it, and brings an abundance of joy and excitement, passion and security to your life –give him a shot, and be prepared to get your hands dirty from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hard work does pay off in the end, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://chickspeak.com/blog/2008/03/31/college-relationships-love-in-four-years/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495032314412168181-4225624651653680528?l=latigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/feeds/4225624651653680528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-in-four-years-dating-in-college.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/4225624651653680528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/4225624651653680528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-in-four-years-dating-in-college.html' title='Love in Four Years: Dating in College'/><author><name>L.A. Tigar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07149759794936820648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495032314412168181.post-3415406015617858</id><published>2009-06-24T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:35:24.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go of the Past in Your Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLUR-e2E_I/AAAAAAAAABo/ulBNn1BJiRU/s1600-h/past.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLUR-e2E_I/AAAAAAAAABo/ulBNn1BJiRU/s200/past.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351072712564806642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone has a great story. Life is measured by the experiences we endure, and the people that cross our pathways –both of which help guide the pen with which we write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The older we get and the more knowledge we gain –we write the book of our lives page by page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To get to the last chapter, we must remember the first chapter –and we can’t enjoy the middle without reflecting to the past, and to the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In relationships, there are many sections dedicated to romance and falling in love. We all must write the pages dedicated to first loves, last loves and everything in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We also must consider that everyone has a story of their own –just like we do, and part of the beauty of watching two stories grow together is remembering where they started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At this stage in our lives –the late teens and 20-somethings- we are young, vibrant, growing and gorgeous, and we’re going to stumble upon men we easily could fall head over heels for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To prevent messy jealous situations –we must remember the men we date have a past, and they will have a future, but right now –we are their present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever since you first decided to be boyfriend/girlfriend in the second grade, you no longer have a “first relationship.” While you will engage in new relationships, they are not your first and most likely, they won’t be your last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And for your new man –he probably has loved someone before you, and he could love someone after you –but right now, in this special moment and frozen piece of time –he loves you…and you should enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s hard not to wonder what lies in the pages previous to you and what he could have experienced in the years before he ever laid eyes on you –but we must realize that now, he is with us, and that’s his decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Plus, being thankful that you weren’t his very first love isn’t such a bad idea either. First loves are a learning experience in figuring out how we work in relationships –what we like, what we don’t and what we want ultimately from a partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Each relationship you’ve had –or he’s had, will help your relationship to be healthier and happier –if both of you can let go of yesteryears. After all, you both did decide to be exclusively with one another, and I’m guessing that choice was based on a pretty solid foundation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If he didn’t want to be in a relationship, just like if you didn’t –he wouldn’t be. He’s with you, he chooses you, he picked you –regardless if he’s screaming from the rooftop about it, or whispering it in your ear. He wants to be with you, and he has set his past aside in the first chapters –where it belongs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, you have to, too. It’s impossible to create a healthy, exciting and functioning relationship if one partner or both are bringing up times long gone. A relationship involves two people –not those people and everyone they’ve ever loved or been involved with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A relationship should be intimate, personal and a union between two individuals that care about one another. Sometimes love branches from that connection, and sometimes it may not. Regardless, if a couple isn’t willing to let go of experiences in the past, and grow for their future –a relationship will never develop…and definitely love will never stem.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When following the yellow brick road to our dreams, we must keep our eyes focused towards today, and not worry about what tomorrow may bring, or what yesterday could have caused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides, to write happily ever after and thus, seal the “book of our life”, we really are just writing a new opening paragraph, a preface, or introduction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Except this time, someone else is helping us guide our pen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://chickspeak.com/blog/2008/03/22/letting-go-of-the-past-in-your-relationships/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495032314412168181-3415406015617858?l=latigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/feeds/3415406015617858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/letting-go-of-past-in-your-relationship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/3415406015617858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/3415406015617858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/letting-go-of-past-in-your-relationship.html' title='Letting Go of the Past in Your Relationship'/><author><name>L.A. Tigar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07149759794936820648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLUR-e2E_I/AAAAAAAAABo/ulBNn1BJiRU/s72-c/past.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495032314412168181.post-7473557124846848335</id><published>2009-06-24T18:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:34:10.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating violence'/><title type='text'>Dating Bill of Rights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLUCLcDJkI/AAAAAAAAABg/MoHzjbfH6wc/s1600-h/datingbill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLUCLcDJkI/AAAAAAAAABg/MoHzjbfH6wc/s200/datingbill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351072441164834370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He said he didn’t mean to. He said it was a mistake and that it would never happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She wiped the mascara-filled tears from her cheek and iced her eye. She had never felt so much pain in her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pain from every form of abuse imaginable: physical, emotional, and detrimental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They had been dating for so long, with so much love for one another, and something had changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It happened again. And then again. He apologized time after time, but the abuse never seemed to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She was too scared to leave. Scared to face the world alone. Even more afraid he’d find her if she tried. That he’d find her…and kill her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although no specific name is behind the story above, the faces of women across the country can represent the story, pain and fear described.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dating violence is a growing problem in relationships today and especially in the high school to college age group.Women ages 16 to 24 experience the highest per capita rates of intimate violence –nearly 20 per 1,000 women, according to the Bureau of Justice Special Report: Intimate Partner Violence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Furthermore, a survey of 500 women from the same study determined that 60 percent were involved in an ongoing abusive relationship, and all had experienced violence in a dating relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Astoundingly, one in five college women can expect to be involved in some shape of dating violence while studying to get their degree. It’s not acceptable and it’s certainly not something to be hushed or hid behind closed doors. It’s a problem and an area that should be improved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To end this violence, women must realize what constitutes dating violence and how women can take back the right a man’s trying to take from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dating violence can range from less serious physical abuse to prolonged emotional and detrimental cruelty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If a man does the following he committing dating violence against you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hits, pinches, slaps, punches or harms you with his hands in any manner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Consistently puts down your thoughts, goals, choices in life and makes you feel like you are worthless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forces you to have sexual intercourse with him, or any other type of sexual act that you don’t consent to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tells you how to live your life and controls every decision you make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In relationships, both partners have the right to be happy, successful and independent. A person should never complete you, and make you feel like you must have them to fulfill your purpose in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To make sure you are part of a thriving relationship that is balanced, fair and not violent, follow this “Dating Bill of Rights”, provided by the Domestic Violence Advocacy Program of Family Resources, Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a right to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ask for a date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Refuse a date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suggest activities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Refuse activities, even if my date is excited about them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have my own feelings and be able to express them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Say, “I think my friend is wrong and his actions are inappropriate.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell someone not to interrupt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have my limits and values respected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Refuse affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Refuse to lend money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Refuse sex at any time, for any reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have friends and space aside from my partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I have the responsibility to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Determine my limits and values&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Respect the limits of others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Communicate clearly and honestly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not violate the limits of others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ask for help when I need it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be considerate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check my actions and decisions to determine whether they are good or bad for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Set high goals for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://chickspeak.com/blog/2008/03/19/do-you-know-your-dating-bill-of-rights/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495032314412168181-7473557124846848335?l=latigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/feeds/7473557124846848335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/dating-bill-of-rights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/7473557124846848335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/7473557124846848335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/dating-bill-of-rights.html' title='Dating Bill of Rights'/><author><name>L.A. Tigar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07149759794936820648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLUCLcDJkI/AAAAAAAAABg/MoHzjbfH6wc/s72-c/datingbill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495032314412168181.post-4687528472461597373</id><published>2009-06-24T18:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:33:00.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On &amp; Off Relationships: Don't Waste Your Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLTx51O59I/AAAAAAAAABY/i3BIkVZHUhs/s1600-h/onoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLTx51O59I/AAAAAAAAABY/i3BIkVZHUhs/s200/onoff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351072161560717266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Love isn’t supposed to be like a light switch. It’s not something we can turn on when we feel like basking in it’s beautiful glory –and turn off when we are frustrated, busy or just not “feeling it.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some college women put themselves in a continuous, unhealthy relationship where one day you’re together with a guy, and the next day –you’re separated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While it may be convenient and comforting to always have someone by your side and on call whenever you feel the need to be a couple –an on/off again relationship is the last thing a girl should pursue, or endure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These relationships create a garden full of flowers for women to pick apart, “he loves me, he loves me not”, “I love him, I love him not” –and neither partner is left feeling satisfied, content or in a happy, prospering relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An on/off relationship is characterized by perpetual breaking up, making up, and constantly recreating the same relationship. While this relationship is common, many aspects of it creates an unhealthy pattern for those involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Being in an on/off relationship not only keeps women settling for something they didn’t want to begin with –if you break up once, chances are, you’ll break up again. Additionally, this type of relationship prevents a woman from finding a companion that might actually remain a steady constant in their lives. Or maybe a constant “on relationship.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On/off relationships also encourage a desperate mentality in women, or “fear of being alone” syndrome, as I call it. These types of women are so afraid of spending a few months, days or &lt;strong&gt;gasp &lt;/strong&gt;even years…single. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Instead of discovering who they are without a male partner, they stick with a guy they never were meant to be with in the first place –just to ensure they have roses on Valentine’s day, and a new pair of earrings on their birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other women may rationalize staying in an on/off again relationship because they loved the person once, and believe they will change to be exactly what they want them to be –if they just take a “break.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While I guarantee almost every woman will be involved in an on/off relationship at some point in their lives, there are a few questions to keep in mind when deciding if this pattern is worth creating:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why Am I Going Back Out With Him?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it because you’re lonely and miss him? Do you just enjoy the idea of who he is, or who you want him to be? Do you see him as a human being, or a bookmark in your book of love –holding your place until you find the next best thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Successful, vibrant women don’t just settle for what they have or have had, they search for what fits their fancy&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;-and what will compliment them the best in the long run. Settling never progresses your love life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If this relationship is simply a resting ground between your next serious relationship and last one, challenge yourself to just let it go. While I guarantee it won’t be the easiest task to complete, you’ll thank yourself in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have I Changed? Has He?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you’re stepping into a brand new relationship –that resembles your past one to a T –then you really don’t have a fresh relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While I believe it’s very unlikely to produce something healthy from a relationship that ended –it is possible. However, for this rare occurrence to happen both parties have to be willing and open-minded to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sure, you shouldn’t want to change someone completely to make them desirable to you –but relationships are about give and take. If the reason you broke up the first time, second time, or tenth time because he had a wondering eye that led him right into the arms of other women –I wouldn’t count on seeing an eye doctor to correct his “problems.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nonetheless, if you went your separate ways because you argued over who would take out the trash and walk the dog –those are disagreements that can be handled with positive, constant communication and give and take of both partners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If either or neither of you are willing to budge from your stubborn habits –then don’t put yourself through another break-up or heartbreak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I Take My Status Being Single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The question of being single is something we all deal with on a daily basis. My grandmother asks me every time I come back from break, Facebook constantly reminds me that my relationships status isn’t changing…and FASFA even begs the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While sometimes it may be lonely and you may yearn for someone –don’t let yourself just fall back into the arms of someone you don’t really want to be with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Do I Really Want?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not what your mom wants. Not what your professor or best friend wants. Not what your club or organization wants. Not what anyone but you wants. What you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Make a list of everything you want to have in a partner and make it as detailed as possible. From tall, dark and handsome, to funny with bad jokes. Maybe even a lawyer or an architect, or a basketball player. You pick! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let go of the past and look brightly, with hope, and anticipation of the wonderful people sure to come into your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can’t be open to new possibilities if you hold yourself back, or allow someone else to – widen your spectrum to everyone, not just what you think you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Over and over forever –can never be happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://chickspeak.com/blog/2008/03/05/safety-relationships-back-togetheragain/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495032314412168181-4687528472461597373?l=latigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/feeds/4687528472461597373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-off-relationships-dont-waste-your.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/4687528472461597373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/4687528472461597373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-off-relationships-dont-waste-your.html' title='On &amp; Off Relationships: Don&apos;t Waste Your Time'/><author><name>L.A. Tigar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07149759794936820648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLTx51O59I/AAAAAAAAABY/i3BIkVZHUhs/s72-c/onoff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495032314412168181.post-8813493878683503235</id><published>2009-06-24T18:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:31:35.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules to Date By</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLTbzrBTwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2Z_qRW5tLTQ/s1600-h/umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLTbzrBTwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2Z_qRW5tLTQ/s200/umbrella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351071781950148354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Relationships don’t take place in a court of law, despite how much easier it would make them sometimes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are no written rules or set of laws to abide by. There isn’t a lawyer fighting in your defense if you absolutely know you are correct during an argument. And as unfortunate as it is, we can’t sue the men we date because they decide they don’t love us, cheated on us or just turned out to be nothing like what we thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While we can’t encourage a settlement, or sign a document with our hand on the Bible promising we’ll tell the whole truth and nothing but it- there are a few rules we should set for ourselves. These rules will keep our relationships healthy and prospering, while maintaining a necessary sense of confidence, self-assurance, and keep us brilliant and bold- single or taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;1.)&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thou shall never wear something simply because “he” likes it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sure, we’ve been told to wear our hair and choose underwear based on how our male counterparts will react. And maybe some of us (especially if you’re from the South like me) have even been instructed to say “I don’t care” as the answer to any question that comes from a man’s lips. I mean, one should be docile, easy to get along with, and sweet, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wrong.&lt;/em&gt; Be you. Wear your hair how you like it. Paint your nails the color that makes you feel the sexiest. If you like thongs and he likes boy shorts, tell him to get over it. You are a powerful and vivacious woman, and you should wear your favorite dress- even if it may fit a bit too tight or be from last season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you sport outfits and looks that make you feel the best about yourself- you will radiate an aura of poise and beauty that’s unmeasured and impossible to ignore. The right kind of guys who care about who you are from the inside out, will value and be incredibly attracted to a woman that knows who she is, and isn’t afraid to show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;2.)&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thou shall never stop believing in fairytales.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While I can’t promise you a man in spandex with a sword and black stallion will ride up to your apartment’s doorstep, speak with an English accent, singing a Disney song and sweep you off your feet- I can guarantee if you believe in your version of Prince Charming, he will surely appear in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I once had a boyfriend that told me I was unrealistic about relationships. He said I believe in a type of love that doesn’t exist and I should settle for what I have and stop wishing for something that’s completely out of reach. I promptly told him I would never stop having faith in a love that tops the charts&lt;span class="msoIns"&gt;&lt;ins datetime="2008-02-13T08:23" cite="mailto:kkuykendall"&gt;,&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and he obviously wasn’t the one to make my dreams come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The moment you settle for less than what you truly deserve, is the very moment you will receive it. You have to believe in a love you can’t feel, a miracle you can’t foresee, and a promise you were given the moment you decided you wanted that fairytale to begin with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;3.)&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thou shall never date another woman’s man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever heard of karma? Justin Timberlake and Buddha warn of the horrible effects that could happen if you make poor decisions that negatively impact others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Plus, if a man is willing to date you when he is with someone else- more than likely he’ll do the same to you if you end up dating him. A confident woman who is satisfied with her life would never crave someone else’s leftovers. Have respect for yourself and for fellow women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;4.)&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thou shall never have sex on the first date.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simply stated- it’s just not classy. Your sex life is ultimately up to you, but half the chase is over for men once they score action under the sheets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Regardless of what you say to a man- such as- “I usually don’t do this,” men are more physical and visual than women and they will believe what they see and feel, not what they or we say and hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep him lingering for a second date or at least a second…perhaps, first kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.) Thou shall never give up on your personal goals to support his.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rock star Tori Amos once said, “The way I see it, the men I’m with whomever they are, it’s like, look, you have to accept that I like ice cream, and I know it shows up on my hips, but if you can’t accept that, then leave. Go away, toodles. It’s non-negotiable.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While problems in relationships typically don’t originate from debates about ice cream, Amos has a valid point. A man should love you for you, just as you should love him for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If he really, truly cared about you in the way you want and deserve, he would never ask you to stop doing something you loved- whether it’s eating ice cream- or going to law school; even if it left him waiting in the sidelines.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Relationships are about compromise and working together to make two people correlate their different lives together- but they are not about changing the other person. Find someone who loves the YOU that you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.)Thou shall never over analyze every little thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On average, women say twice as many or more words than men. While not surprising, it’s not always a positive quality. With our brains moving at mile a minute, it’s no surprise that we tend to over analyze more than our male counter parts, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When men do things or make small decisions, they are less likely to think about their actions after the fact, and they certainly aren’t obsessing over whether their jeans make their butts look big. There is something to be said for making a decision and then moving forward from there. They just do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They may not realize that their harmless aversion to doing dishes or calling you &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; when they say they will may negatively affect you or makes you feel like your concerns aren’t important. They’re not mind readers, after all. Stop looking into every single detail and enjoy how you feel instead of indulging in what you think they’re trying to tell you. Get lost in emotion and action before you drown yourself, and possibly your relationship in thought. Stop worrying about the impact, and enjoy the fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;7.)&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thou shall never think “he’s too good for me”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If relationships were based on a ten point scale, you should always place yourself at ten and consider any guy who begs your attention at one until he proves himself worthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you don’t allow yourself to be open to a guy simply because you think he’s not at your level or he would never fall for you- you’re making a huge mistake and missing out on lots of opportunities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ladies don’t limit themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;8.)&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thou shall never date someone just because you are lonely.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While I’m sure hugging pillow night after night and snuggling up to a ten-year teddy bear seems less than satisfying- dating someone who you don’t really care for will never quench your desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s easy to go back an ex or settle for a little less than what you’re looking for. But if you continuously just date someone to prevent having a “relationship void” in your life, you’ll never find the perfect person you’re searching for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;9.)&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thou shall never wallow in regret over any relationship.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are some memories you’ll never want to live again and even more you wish you could relive every minute of every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Each relationship, each person is brought into our lives for a special and unique reason. The purpose of any experience is to teach us something we can use in our future. Regretting leaves no room for progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With tear drops, wadded tissues, or with bittersweet good-byes, take each relationship in stride, remember what you’ve had –and look forward to the bright beginnings sure to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;10.)&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thou shall not only follow these rules, but make your own.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Never simply follow a list of rules (much like these) given to you by someone else. Everyone creates a life of their own and must shape that life through individual experiences, achievements and shortcomings. Make your relationships your own, as well as the rules you live by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just never settle&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://chickspeak.com/blog/2008/02/25/rules-to-date-by-decoding-relationship-fumbles/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495032314412168181-8813493878683503235?l=latigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/feeds/8813493878683503235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/rules-to-date-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/8813493878683503235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/8813493878683503235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/rules-to-date-by.html' title='Rules to Date By'/><author><name>L.A. Tigar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07149759794936820648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLTbzrBTwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2Z_qRW5tLTQ/s72-c/umbrella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495032314412168181.post-1995927440273251892</id><published>2009-06-24T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:30:39.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Seat is Taken...By Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLTOYdrAKI/AAAAAAAAABI/8_PFDCCnGj4/s1600-h/seat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLTOYdrAKI/AAAAAAAAABI/8_PFDCCnGj4/s200/seat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351071551308103842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In lines and with bookmarks. Through restaurant reservations and seating arrangements. By spreading personal objects across a row and by placing your hand across a chair. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are many ways to hold a place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes even in a metaphorical manner. Women set aside a part of their heart, a portion of the definition of whom they are…in waiting in for a perfect person to fill it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently, I was with one of my closest friends and her boyfriend at a movie theater. My friend was concerned that I would feel like the third wheel, but being brave and single all in the same sentence –I took the risk and tagged along with a couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Without hesitation, I placed my coat and my purse in the seat next to me when I sat down to watch the movie. At some point in the overly feminine (and incredibly entertaining) chick flick, I glanced over at my coat and purse and thought of something I never considered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m single. I’m confident and able. I blaze my own trails and walk, or strut down them on my own. I buy myself flowers and I enjoy my personal time.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m not saving a seat for someone in the theater seat next to me. I don’t place my red peacoat and Coach handbag in the place next to me, hoping that some wonderful man will come and sit next to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m not a lady in waiting…but a girl going places. And for my age –and for every woman of any age –it’s perfectly fine, and completely acceptable to have a seat open or a fraction of her heart…that’s just for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are plenty of guys that will fill a void in a woman’s life with affection, gifts and attention, but it’s not what a woman necessarily needs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone, men and women alike, deserve to be loved for who they are and not for what’s expected of them. Women are often stereotyped as being the damsel in distress, or the beautiful maiden waiting for a handsome gentleman to come and rescue her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But maybe that’s not applicable to the modern woman’s lifestyle. Or the man’s, for that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Curtis Singers have a song titled “To Be Loved” that encourages men and women to strive for love –and not just partnership, or the comfort of a relationship based on ancient labels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They begin with males and describe how they are commonly portrayed, or socialized to be: “Mind your manners, watch your weight, be a good boy, just behave. What’s wrong with you? Settle down. Keep your two feet on the ground. Stand up straight, sit up tall, never falter, never fall. Stay in school, make the grade, never fail and never fade. Be a hero, be a star, anything but who you are. Find a girl to possess, always pay, pursue, protect, be a master, be a slave, work your ass into an early grave.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the woman they illustrate a somewhat 1950’s viewpoint, “Daddy’s favorite little girl, dress up in your momma’s pearls. Serve us breakfast in her bed, earn a little kiss on the forehead. You are sugar, you are spice, you are growing up so nice. Paint your nails, paint your face, paint around the empty space. Find a man who can provide, try and fill the hold inside –with a family and a home, tell yourself you’re not alone. Keep your memories of yourself, in a shoebox on a closet shelf.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, as The Curtis Singers say, you deserve to be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s more important to strive for love, to believe in the power it has –regardless if it’s through romance, friendships or family kinships –love is greater than companionship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So why hold a spot? Why save your other half simply for just another half? Wouldn’t you rather be a whole person, and pair with another whole person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In waiting and wishing and hoping and praying –you are taking away from the relationship destined between yourself…and yourself. Set aside time for a one-on-one or dinner for one reservation at your favorite diner, and enjoy the company of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Define who you are and embrace it. Life isn’t essentially about finding yourself, but it’s about defining who you are. Creating the person you want to be by investigating your likes, your dislikes, your fears and your passions. Beat to the beat of your own drums…or maybe to the music of Jimmy Choo shoes tapping through the streets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While my friend has another person to sit with her in a movie theater, and I’m happy for her contentment with him –the seat next to me is flawlessly fulfilled with my jacket and my purse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And if anyone asks if the seat is taken, the answer is yes…for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://chickspeak.com/blog/2008/02/14/on-valentines-day-this-seat-is-happily-taken/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495032314412168181-1995927440273251892?l=latigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/feeds/1995927440273251892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-seat-is-takenby-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/1995927440273251892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/1995927440273251892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-seat-is-takenby-me.html' title='This Seat is Taken...By Me!'/><author><name>L.A. Tigar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07149759794936820648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLTOYdrAKI/AAAAAAAAABI/8_PFDCCnGj4/s72-c/seat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495032314412168181.post-9027088055268653483</id><published>2009-06-24T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:29:30.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairytales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Be the Princess of Your Own Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLS7UHxV2I/AAAAAAAAABA/Dv8qDsgL0Ts/s1600-h/fairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLS7UHxV2I/AAAAAAAAABA/Dv8qDsgL0Ts/s200/fairy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351071223724988258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never-never land, castles fit for princess living, long gorgeous flowing dresses with beautiful trains that trail for miles, fairy godmothers and happily ever afters are all images I vividly remember from my childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember swaying on a tree swing, looking up at a blue North Carolina summer day sky and dreaming of a wonderful man that would sweep me off my feet. I pictured the texture of his hair, the shade of his eyes and since I had never been kissed at that point- I wondered what our very first encounter would feel like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I longed for an incredible story about being rescued, being captivated by the embodiment of my perfect, ideal mate standing in front of me. I wanted to walk down the isle and watch tears fill in my father’s eyes as he presents me to this new leading man in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I could sit for hours and remember the hope and desire I felt in my heart and soul as a child about my future in relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, it seems the older I get, and the more men that pass through my life- my fear of never finding “Prince Charming” only grows steadily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ve had countless discussions with all my girlfriends- each of them- regardless if they are in committed relationships or not- wonders what the future will hold and can’t help but feel a stinging pinch in their stomach when the thought of being single…forever… crosses their mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Many women seem to be waiting for this amazing man to come along and are continuously getting sick and tired of hanging around wondering when he’s going to show up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well ladies, hanging around and being consistently available and anticipant of Mr. Right’s arrival isn’t the best decision to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sitting around, dreaming, wondering, and creating a near-impossible idea of this man in your mind- will only make you lonely, scared and bored!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If your mister wonderful isn’t knocking on your door right now- it doesn’t mean he never will, but it does mean you should focus your attention on other activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although fairytales convinced us that our “other half” is out there, and we are not complete without their presence in our lives- that is far fetched idea from reality. The most attractive quality a woman can encompass is a quiet confidence in herself- regardless if she has guy candy next to her or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Figure out who you are. Go for a hike. Take a walk in the park. Apply for an internship. Advance your career. Be spontaneous. Take a trip somewhere. Have martinis with your girlfriends. Dance on a bar and don’t care what someone will think. Adopt a puppy. Go on five millions dates with anyone who interests you. Say no to those you don’t like. Take a bubble bath. Paint your fingernails. Play in the rain. Smile at strangers. Live with intent, ambition and purpose. Live the life you want to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A man is never going to complete a void you may feel. If you feel an empty space in your heart or in your life- it’s your job, not prince charming’s responsibility to rescue you from that space and fill it up with his “lovey-dovey ness.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are accountable for your life, your actions and the way you feel about the amount of content in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think about it- if you go out with someone that seems like he’s desperate for someone to change his life for him- or fill a place that seems incomplete- aren’t we immediately turned off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don’t we long for a self-assured, successful, charming man that is amazed by who we are- but challenge us to chase them? Challenges us to be better people? We don’t want to be the missing puzzle piece to complete the puzzle of a man’s life- and he doesn’t want that either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No one wants to feel needed from the very beginning. And frankly, you never need anyone more than you need yourself. Focus your energy on yourself, your career, your friendships and the items that should be of utmost priority in your life right now. And perhaps, relationships shouldn’t top the charts at this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Believing in fairytales and in magic moments isn’t something you should stop doing, but it is something you should stop looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the time is right, and the person is right, you will meet him and your worries about this will come to an end. He won’t necessarily rescue you, because you don’t need to be liberated from a life without him. But he will add a special element to your life that will hopefully make you incredibly happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But nothing will compare to that happiness if you are positively content, and successful alone before you commit to someone else. When both partners in a relationship are flourishing, confident and satisfied with the lives they live alone- putting those lives together creates nothing short of happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://chickspeak.com/blog/2007/12/11/build-your-own-castles-be-the-princess-of-your-life/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495032314412168181-9027088055268653483?l=latigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/feeds/9027088055268653483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/be-princess-of-your-own-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/9027088055268653483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/9027088055268653483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/be-princess-of-your-own-life.html' title='Be the Princess of Your Own Life'/><author><name>L.A. Tigar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07149759794936820648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLS7UHxV2I/AAAAAAAAABA/Dv8qDsgL0Ts/s72-c/fairy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495032314412168181.post-8674702673467718410</id><published>2009-06-24T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:28:19.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>What's on Your Relationship Resume?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLSruAaR8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/ggQjDbY0DoM/s1600-h/resume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLSruAaR8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/ggQjDbY0DoM/s200/resume.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351070955795531714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A woman is a climber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She wears sturdy gear, like expensive high-heels, heavy-hold hairspray, and a smile on her face to protect herself from the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She faces harsh conditions, failures, disappointments and several outcomes she never expected. Yet, with every distress, she sees it as a chance to improve herself, and when she finally climbs another step on the ladder of success- she marks it on her resume’ and continues on the march up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why is it, then, when climbing over the many mountains of relationship struggles, do women forget to put disappointments and shortcomings on their relationship resume?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If the career chain is full of resumes that constantly change and improve, why isn’t the relationship world defined by resumes too? I’m not saying that when a woman meets a mister wonderful, she should hand him her Vera Wang scented pink resume’, that would surely scare away anyone, man or not. But mentally or possibly written down for your own use, it’s not a bad idea to keep track of what you’ve learned, and what you’ve accomplished in every relationship…or kind-of-relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It seems that women automatically look to themselves when something goes wrong with a possible or current partner, and criticize ourselves relentlessly to figure out what WE did wrong. We then place all the blame on ourselves, fall into a pit of empty ice cream containers, and scratched Sex &amp;amp; the City DVDs, and wallow in our misery of a relationship gone astray. Yet, in the career or school setting, when we make a mistake, we do analyze what we did incorrectly and improves ourselves. We then do not make the same mistake again, and we write down a new achievement to give to possible career aspects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wouldn’t it be benefiting to learn from the mistakes you made- or your partner made- in past relationships, and not drag them into the next loving connection?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It may sound silly, and a little juvenile, but you will feel so relieved once you’ve written down everything you’ve learned from each man you’ve encountered. It’s not a bad idea to concentrate on good qualities you liked in someone as well; employers like to see positive qualities over negative ones, don’t they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your relationship resume may look something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jane A. Doe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Star Characteristics&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;:&lt;/u&gt; Sexy, successful and sweet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;University:&lt;/u&gt; Perfect Point USA University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Degree:&lt;/u&gt; Public Relations, in progress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Applicable Experience:&lt;/u&gt; 3 serious boyfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Countless dates and non-relationships &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;OBJECTIVE&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;em&gt;To be comfortable with myself and to learn from past relationships about what I want to achieve in future relationships. I hope to meet a man that fits my needs, and I fit his.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;EDUCATION&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;High School:            &lt;em&gt;Dated Mark for three years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I liked:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Communication skills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Making out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Being his cheerleader girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I disliked&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Him always flirting with other girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My jealousy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His stupidity (aka- C’s in regular science)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Him going away for college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;College:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Freshman year: sort-of-dated John&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I liked&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sneaking into his all-boy dorm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exploring new kissing methods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feeling older and more mature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I disliked&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He didn’t want to be exclusive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw him with another girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He chose another girl over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sophomore Year&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Dated Cameron four months&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I liked:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our perfect first date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Him being a gentleman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taking things slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crazy, exciting dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first time he said “I love you”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I disliked:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Him moving to Spain for a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Him choosing his career over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone’s relationship resume will look different, and some will have resumes longer than others, but they each tell the story of where we’ve been, what we’ve learned, and what we want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Instead of punishing yourself for ruining yet another “perfect” relationship, learn from your mistakes, and from the parts that were difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ask yourself why you were jealous, if you had a reason to be, why you weren’t comfortable, or why you were with him to begin with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then you can put on K.T. Tunstall’s “Black Horse and a Cherry Tree”, your red Manolos, and realize the vibrant, amazing and unique woman you are- instead of looking at all the negativity of your past, and instead, feel at ease with the unknown of the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You may find peace in just letting go every tiny, little, critically analyzed piece of information you can think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God knows you don’t want to have all of those questions running through your head when you go out on another date with someone new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So decorate your relationship resume however you want, pink with Vera Wang, or unscented and legal-size white paper- jot it all down and read over it before you start getting involved in your next relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It will remind you of the climb you’ve endured, and give you faith that the peak of the mountain is closer than you expect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://chickspeak.com/blog/2007/11/30/whats-on-your-relationship-resume/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495032314412168181-8674702673467718410?l=latigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/feeds/8674702673467718410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-on-your-relationship-resume.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/8674702673467718410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/8674702673467718410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-on-your-relationship-resume.html' title='What&apos;s on Your Relationship Resume?'/><author><name>L.A. Tigar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07149759794936820648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLSruAaR8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/ggQjDbY0DoM/s72-c/resume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495032314412168181.post-4705976741649216170</id><published>2009-06-24T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:27:12.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butterflies'/><title type='text'>New Relationship Jitters, Enjoy the Butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLSZ6vBN3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/oFzT3Pk_6DE/s1600-h/butt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLSZ6vBN3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/oFzT3Pk_6DE/s200/butt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351070649974601586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#808080;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Butterflies: delicate creatures, you cannot hold in your hand and surprise you with their presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#808080;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They don’t just habituate in nature, but in the stomachs of those lucky individuals in new relationships. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wikipedia defines “butterflies in the stomach” as a medical condition that is induced by epinephrine, or adrenaline, when one is nervous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;While I’m not sure if I would consider “warm fuzzies” in the stomach a medical condition, I do recognize new relationship jitters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808080;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A census conducted by the &lt;em&gt;New York Times&lt;/em&gt; stated the 51 percent of all women live without a spouse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;However, just because over half of the female population chooses to be single or has just not found that special someone, when they do, most women report on feeling a little queasy about the whole idea of a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Being a single, successful, sassy and sophisticated lady is an exhilarating feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You’re climbing the career ladder by yourself, choosing when you want to go out for martinis with your best girls, going to bed when you please, and making weekend plans, all without consideration of what anyone else thinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It’s exciting to feel independent and make choices without consulting someone else first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nevertheless, it’s possibly a little more thrilling to know that someone else is part of the equation and is competing with everything else in your life for your time and attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And perhaps, it’s a little scary too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Relationships take you by surprise, much like a butterfly’s presence- you never expect when they’ll come about, and when they do- they distract you, and steal your concentration from what you’re life used to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It’s easy to get used to the parade of jerks that many women fall subject to. Believing that something you can trust and fall into is out there- and ready to fall with you- is frightening. It almost seems too good to be true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But, just because &lt;em&gt;Mr. I Don’t Want To Commit, Mr. I Only Want To Sleep With You, Mr. I’ve Never Taken a Shower in my Life&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Mr. Sleazy Creepy Pants&lt;/em&gt; always seem to give a bad rep to the male population as a whole- there are some guys- that are rare and far between that want more from you than your body- and know how to make you smile from ear-to-ear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Once you find &lt;em&gt;Mr. This Could Be Something Special&lt;/em&gt;- it’s natural to feel a little uneasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It’s almost an indescribable feeling of excitement, anticipation, curiosity and fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Excited for a new journey with someone who is promising, anticipation for what’s to come next, curiosity of what they’re like, of how you work together, of where it’ll go, and fear of falling too hard, too quick, and that you won’t be able to break your walls down to let them in. Or just afraid that if you hold on too tight- they may just escape from you. Just like the butterfly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And although, you may just want to relax and ignore the butterflies- it’s better to allow yourself to feel them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You should permit yourself to be distracted by the beauty that’s suddenly dancing, fluttering around you. And you ought to allow yourself to be a little scared, a little anticipant- it’s all part of enjoying bright beginnings that possibly could lead to your happy ending. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You can never anticipate the arrival of a butterfly; they are constantly moving, traveling from one place to another, and only rarely do they land to rest for a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gently, the fly around you, teasing you with their beauty and tempting you to reach out and touch them. If only for a moment, to feel their soft texture and capture their splendor inside your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yet, you do not want to confine a butterfly for very long in fear that somehow, in someway, it will be harmed and escape from you before you have chance to hold it close. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The butterfly may escape from you and it may not stick around for very long- but it’s not that often that something mysterious and beautiful comes to rest on your shoulder for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://chickspeak.com/blog/2007/11/01/new-relationship-jitters-enjoy-the-butterflies/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495032314412168181-4705976741649216170?l=latigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/feeds/4705976741649216170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-relationship-jitters-enjoy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/4705976741649216170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/4705976741649216170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-relationship-jitters-enjoy.html' title='New Relationship Jitters, Enjoy the Butterflies'/><author><name>L.A. Tigar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07149759794936820648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBv7BqwJ-78/SkLSZ6vBN3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/oFzT3Pk_6DE/s72-c/butt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495032314412168181.post-1090505236032960778</id><published>2009-06-24T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:25:31.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>What's in a Kiss?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia,palatino;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It’s the inevitable increasing heart rate, followed by sweaty palms, and a gushing sigh. It’s the curiosity of another person, the anticipation of the first move, and the intensity of something unfamiliar suddenly becoming quite familiar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A kiss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s shared between thousands of people every day in multiple varieties, and often causes women to rack their brains in search of a deeper meaning. In fact, women have been trying to decode the unusual characteristics of men since the two species discovered one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From examining how long it takes for him to call and whether or not he opens the door on the first date to where he puts his hands when he holds you in his arms, women analyze every verbal and non-verbal movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aretha Franklin may declare that the key to unlocking every intention of a man simply lays in his kiss…but does it really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;According to an article published last year in the New York Times, researchers have tried for centuries to decode the meaning of a kiss. Many cultures and icons in history have their own definition a kiss. Martin Von Kempe, a 17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;-century polymath composed a 1,000-page encyclopedia on kissing explaining his opinion on 20 different varieties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Charles Darwin noted that kissing “is replaced in various parts of the world by the rubbing of noses.” In Africa, the Pacific, and the Americas, cultures did not know about kissing until they were introduced to European explorers, and most thought of kissing as rather disgusting. In sixth century France, dancing was used to display affection and each dance generally ended with a kiss, according to syncrat.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At one point, it was even hypothesized that the reason people found kissing pleasurable was because when two lips met, it created an actual electric current.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although kissing has a history and definition that is described differently throughout every culture, men, in general, have few classifications of lip locking. According to a study conducted at the University of Albany by psychologist Gordon Gallup, men aren’t too picky about kissing. In fact, most men reported that if a kiss isn’t exactly up to par, they will still continue to pursue a sexual relationship and kiss-less sex doesn’t bother them. Gallup went on to conclude that men and women have developed differently ideologies about kissing over time. For a man, kissing is the first step on a sexual ladder, where a woman sees a kiss as a ‘mate assessment device’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In fact, according to the study, Gallup concluded that men enjoy more saliva in a kiss because it encourages hormonal reactions, while women are more concerned with a man’s breath, and whether or not the kiss could be the stem to more meaningful kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A man’s kiss alone, without other factors, does not define how he feels about a woman. If a woman kisses a man at a party or bar after a round of shots or martinis, his kiss is not going to be a kiss that Aretha proposes defines their ‘love’ for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finding the core significance of a man’s feelings is not by the interlocking of their lips with a woman’s, but by the actions and affections he demonstrates towards her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyone can physically perform a kiss, as Webster defines as “the act of caressing the lips”. However, when a man really shows his love or fondness for someone, it’s not something that just anyone can do. According to Jaleh Donaldson, a columnist for Associated Content, there are sure ways to decode a man’s feelings for a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When a man loves a woman (yes, I may be referring to Percy Sledge lyrics), he will be loyal to her, call her frequently, have the desire to see her, the drive to go places and do things with her, he will spend money on her, show her good manners, will only want to date her, and believe it or not, he will actually say ‘I love you’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aretha may have encouraged women of all ages to take the plunge and test the kissing waters of the men they are interested in, but she was not accurate in leading them in interpreting a man’s feelings. If you want to know if he really loves you, spend time with him, pay attention to his actions around you, listen to what he says to you, and most importantly, communicate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If that communication involves a little smooch here and there, that can’t be bad for you either. Just don’t let it be everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://chickspeak.com/blog/2007/10/10/whats-in-a-kiss/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495032314412168181-1090505236032960778?l=latigar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/feeds/1090505236032960778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-in-kiss.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/1090505236032960778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495032314412168181/posts/default/1090505236032960778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latigar.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-in-kiss.html' title='What&apos;s in a Kiss?'/><author><name>L.A. 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