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http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/05/fashion/weddings/05VOWS.html?ref=weddings

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I find the dating process rather complicated. First it's meeting potential candidates. That in itself is a challenge. I've tried practically everything that announces to the world that I am single and looking, short of renting a billboard space in Time Square (maybe that would work?). I've loittered in typical male haunts - the sports bar, the pubs, and hardware stores and still, came up short.

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What is the best way to let someone down easy?Chris Isaac sang this sad ballad asking a girl he liked, to let him down easy if she didn't feel the same way about him. Magazines have written countless articles on the best way to dump someone, so that you don't make it personal, you do it quickly and as pain-free as possible for both parties involved. Men and women alike have probably spent

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In the span of a lifetime, we meet various people. Some more fleetingly than others. It's not necessarily the length of time we meet them that determines their influence or impression on you. No. Some you meet only be for that brief moment (a glance, a kind gesture in passing) but they've left an indelible mark on us. However, once that moment is done, the connection between you and that person,

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I have no issues to admiting and owning to the fact that I am a massage whore. I love receiving massages so I will pay good money for the best massage. I've been to many massage therapists and have experienced the whole gamut. I've had the utterly horrible one where you feel violated because you exposed yourself to a stranger and gave him/her money to fondle you and you feel embarassed. Luckily,

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"Hi. You've reached me. I'm not available right now. I'll get back to you if you leave me a message." I need some TO (Time Out), some head-clearing space, some breathing room. To find that, I need to fold back on myself and not be available to anyone for a little while. It's just too hard to talk to you. You sound so blissfully happy. Everything seems alined in your life - career-wise and

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Haven't we been through one already, not too long ago? Where you ferret into every nook and cranny of our flat? empty out each drawer, any recipient that may hide some loathsome content? and oblige me to go through with you to determine the worthiness of each item. You were merciless and hard. Some items had no chance. Furtively, I'd try to recuperate one of these pitiful objects. Sometimes

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The French have a this ability to use the most accurate word to describe a situation, feeling or thing. In French, it's called, le mot juste. One of these is "rupture de stock". It means, we've run out of an item. But what a poetic way to say something banal and ordinary as "we no longer have the item in supply". During my last holidays in France, I felt as if I had taken inventory of my life

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From the ever thought provoking NYTimes which I obsessively love to browse on the web comes this fascinating list of questions which at first glance, covers what appears in my mind to be obvious areas to discuss with your spouse to be. I hope to have the opportunity to engage in these discussions at some point - ie move from the singlehood to a couplehood. For some of the questions, i have

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This is an embarrassing first: I got stood up. I had lunch plans with Mr Spite. At the designated time and place, he wasn't there. I went to my office and checked my messages but there was no messages from him. I gave him the benefit of the doubt and thought that maybe he was running late. I waited 5, 10, 15, 20, and 30 minutes - all well beyond my usual grace time. Then, I thought I should seek

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To an angel who once told me that: With you, everything seems possible.It seems like a lifetime ago that he stated those words,While the stars shone the night sky,Illuminating those endless opportunities.

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One of the more amusing and perhaps interesting articles I've read - to take with a grain of salt.June 25, 2006Modern LoveWhat Shamu Taught Me About a Happy MarriageBy AMY SUTHERLANDAS I wash dishes at the kitchen sink, my husband paces behind me, irritated. "Have you seen my keys?" he snarls, then huffs out a loud sigh and stomps from the room with our dog, Dixie, at his heels, anxious over her

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I was looking forward to my Saturday date. I was actually a bit nervous. It was my first time asking a boy out. I consulted friends who knew him to see whether he would accept the date. I even asked my family for their opinion. They all thought he'd say yes. I asked him on Wednesday when he casually said sure.... The plan was to go to the museum on Saturday. There was an exhibit. Thursday and

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As a (happily?) single woman in the 21st century, I wonder where has evolution is leading us. Looking back at the pre-historic age, today we silently mock the cavemen days when wild beast-like men carrying big sticks would select their mates and drag these latter away as if bounty prize. I wonder whether we have deviated completely from our origins or are we in fact, not still very much close

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Honestly, if you're not willing to sound stupid you don't deserve to be in love. I don't know too many people willing to go out on a limb and do something absolutely crazy stupid in the name of love. I don't know too many men with whom I had strong feelings about who were. And maybe that is part of the problem. I don't put myself out anymore. I'm petrified of being vulnerable and being walked

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See article below.I suppose that if Barbie and Ken can give it another go, I too can be of such magnanimous spirit and give some ex a second change. Or perhaps some of the clowns who think they merit an opportunity. And then again, I'd rather not. If there were one man I'd give a second chance, or rather if he were to give me a second change to make that first impression, I would jump at it and

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Just came back from a blind date and what a great first blind date. The food was fantastic and the conversation flowed and never stopped. And how I laughed! A man who knows how to make me laugh with a deep belly laugh is a genius. But something was lacking: there was no sparks, no chemical reaction that caused my heart to flutter or my head to spin in a tizzy. It was such a shame because Mr No

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I've been "kinda" seeing someone. He's a Genuinely Nice Guy. There isn't any negative I can say about him (except that he never offers to pay for me -never and in my book that's not being modern or cool, it's being cheap.). So Nice Guy surprised me by sending an unexpected email today. At least he initiates. That was one thing that annoyed me about David. I had to initiate. Translate: He

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I just read the book The Rules and it dictate that a lady should never make the first move. Others dismiss this convention as hogwash and loudly proclaim equality of the sexes and therefore women should feel free to ask out the man of their dreams. To support this claim, these people polled men asking whether they would like for women to make the first step. Men concur with their statement. And

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Do we ever really let go of the, no our past? or does it come back like a boomerang? Do we invite it back in or does it come uninviated and unannounced? This weekend Prince Charles marries his true love, Camilla, some 35 years after meeting her. Carrie found Mr Big some 6 years after they met. And articles in reputable newspaper confirm that many people seek out to reconnet with that first

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As Easter approaches, marking the end of Lent, I wonder if we really need to give up something to appreciate it more? Or do we just lose our desire for it? Does absence make the heart grow fonder or is it really "out of sight, out of mind"?Coincidentally, it was only this week that I gave into my weakness and tried to call David. I had begun that sacrifice in January, so I rationalised that

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I've been reading about the Kabbalah philosophy. I wanted to find out what the hype was about. Was a sincere religious/philosophy or just an overinflated concept sold by people with too much money and too little conscious? I received a book (that was apparently free but this did not mean free s&h as well -- this was not clear on the "order" form... I feel gyped already...) called "The Secret"

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