<?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-10069931</id><updated>2011-09-01T04:52:19.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Single In Dallas</title><subtitle type='html'>This is about a single guy living in the Dallas-Fort Worth area.  He'll speak about what's on his mind whether it's something boring or something very cool.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-116508207107305626</id><published>2006-12-02T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T09:54:31.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Still Here</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't said much here lately, but I am still here.&lt;br /&gt;I am doing OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a crush on OC Version 2.0 anymore.  That's kind of a long story and I really don't want to talk about it now.  Maybe later.  There's no one here that I want to be with.  Yes---I talk to a lot of girls and have lots of girl friends.  I just need to start focusing on finding a girlfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-116508207107305626?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/116508207107305626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=116508207107305626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/116508207107305626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/116508207107305626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-still-here.html' title='I Am Still Here'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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-10069931.post-115963243959879119</id><published>2006-09-30T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T09:07:19.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Still Here</title><content type='html'>Office Crush V2.0 is still around at work.  I haven't talked as much to her this time around, but my feelings for her still remain.  When it comes to her, my archnemisis is her cellphone.  I HATE her cellphone.  That's the main reason why I haven't talked to her as much is that when I see her in the breakroom, she's on her cellphone.  Sometimes, she'll glance over my way and wave HI or say HI in silence.  It still makes my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her birthday is coming up.  I am going to get her something. I am just not sure what to get her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS---I hate Wisconsin, but that's another story.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-115963243959879119?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/115963243959879119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=115963243959879119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/115963243959879119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/115963243959879119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/09/shes-still-here.html' title='She&apos;s Still Here'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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-10069931.post-115289226258537693</id><published>2006-07-14T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T08:51:02.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OC V2.0 Update 7/14/06</title><content type='html'>This week has been crazy.  I don't where to start.  It's kinda my fault.  I decided to get curious and checked if OC V2.0 had a Myspace profile.  It turns out that she did.  That was my mistake.  What I found out was something that maybe I shouldn't have found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1     HER PROFILE SAYS THAT SHE'S IN A RELATIONSHIP.  You know, that didn't surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2     SHE'S LOOKING FOR DATING, FRIENDS, AND NETWORKING.  She's looking to have her cake and eat too.  That didn't bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3     SHE DOES NOT WANT CHILDREN.  That really didn't bother me.  I would've thought she'd want kids later.  Never say never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4     SHE'S BI-SEXUAL.  What?  My jaw dropped when I found out.  I never thought of her of playing both ways.  I thought that she was too smart for that.  I don't have a problem with bisexuality.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't see her the same way again.  Knowing that last thing, it has changed my perspective on things on her.  If she was someone that I never knew, I would've thought that it was the greatest thing.  Since I know her, it's different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still care about her.  I'd still like to be with her.  I don't know if I can get over this hump.  She doesn't know that I know.  If she did find out that I knew, I can sure forget about it.  That's what I get for being nosy.  I was just curious if she had a Myspace page.  There are a bunch of people that I know that I am curious if they have a Myspace page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you updated...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-115289226258537693?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/115289226258537693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=115289226258537693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/115289226258537693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/115289226258537693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/07/oc-v20-update-71406.html' title='OC V2.0 Update 7/14/06'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-115176859117170751</id><published>2006-07-01T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T08:43:11.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tease Update</title><content type='html'>I get an email from the Tease the other day.  It had been about 3 months or so that I've heard from her.  Same home # but has a new cell #.  I call her cell # and left a message.  She calls later that day.  Wanted to get together with me.  I told her that I could (what I didn't tell her was the 1)wrestling was on and I had to watch it and 2)I didn't feel like paying for dinner because that's what happens ALL the time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to get together because she had something very important to tell me.  I then asked how were things with her boyfriend.  She said that he was no longer her boyfriend but is not her fiancee.  That was a little shocker.  I said congrats and made small talk with her.  That was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I care that she's getting married now?  Not really.  She was just an fucking tease anyway.  She is so materialistic and expects every guy friend of her's to pay for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months ago before she ever got engaged, she said that she wanted me in her wedding.  I am thinking inside---Oh HELL NO.  I hope she's forgotten about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to get together next week.  I think that I am going to be busy again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-115176859117170751?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/115176859117170751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=115176859117170751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/115176859117170751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/115176859117170751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/07/tease-update.html' title='The Tease Update'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-115054978790403677</id><published>2006-06-17T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T07:07:49.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Summer Return Of Office Crush Version 2.0</title><content type='html'>Last Monday, OC Version 2.0 made the return to my life.  As usual during her last quick visit to see me, I was not expecting it at all.  I had sent her a few emails but no replys.  I could understand it since she was trying to complete her senior year of college.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda tipped off of her return in a way.  A friend of mine at work who I've poured my heart out about OC V2.0 thought she saw her in the hallway earlier that day but she wasn't for sure.  So my friend emailed me and asked if I knew she was here.  I replied with a no.  After that email, it made me wonder "Is OC V2.0 back?"  Shortly after that thought came to my mind, she reappeared into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OC V2.0 looked as beautiful as ever.  She hasn't changed a bit.  She said that she was back working where I am at for at least the summer.  It's possible that she may stay past that.  She also said that she wasn't planning to start applying for law school until the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen her at least once a day ever since she returned (except for yesterday since I took the day off).  It's really hard to try to supress my feelings for her.  I shouldn't try to even think about going out with her since I really hate office romances (though I never really been in one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when she left last August to go back to New York.  I was heartbroken.  I didn't think I'd ever see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge me if you want to, but I really like her.  I don't know a lot about her, but I'd love to get to know her in every way possible.  I want to be able to tell her how I feel.  My heart aches for her badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-115054978790403677?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/115054978790403677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=115054978790403677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/115054978790403677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/115054978790403677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/06/summer-return-of-office-crush-version.html' title='The Summer Return Of Office Crush Version 2.0'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-114934907888310561</id><published>2006-06-03T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T08:37:58.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Day</title><content type='html'>One day last week, I had phone sex with my PSG.  It was really the first time in about 3 months that we had phone sex.  It was amazing as always.  In between, we really hadn't had a lot of time for numerous reasons.  Last week was awesome.  I wisht that we could do more often.  I am sure she wishes for the same thing too.  I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are----I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-114934907888310561?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/114934907888310561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=114934907888310561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114934907888310561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114934907888310561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/06/other-day.html' title='The Other Day'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-114813996957101049</id><published>2006-05-20T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T08:46:09.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To My PSG</title><content type='html'>Next week is my PSG's birthday.  I give mad love to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since her and I have had real passionate phone sex.  Almost 3 months.  We've spoken on the phone quite a bit.  It's a little complicated now since she has a guy in her life.  I am happy that she's found someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a few times that I've jacked off on the phone for her.  It was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to have phone sex with her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you PSG!  Miss ya!!  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-114813996957101049?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/114813996957101049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=114813996957101049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114813996957101049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114813996957101049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-to-my-psg.html' title='Happy Birthday To My PSG'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-114813969799798989</id><published>2006-05-20T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T08:41:38.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend At The Lake</title><content type='html'>I am not one for going to the lake, but I must admit that I had fun.  Last weekend, I went to Lake Texoma near Pottsboro, TX.   I went with my friend from work and her son (Her daughter and husband would join us the following day).  My friend's in-laws have a condo near the lake and a houseboat.  Didn't get to ride on the houseboat because of mechanical problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize that there would be a good amount of HOT looking chicks there.  Swimsuits galore.  Ahhh and they were wet too.  I tried to keep a clean mind about.  Then again---I am a guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason why I went to the lake with my friend was because of this AC/DC tribute band called Back In Black.  I had never seen them, but I had heard that they were really good.  To be honest, I was not disappointed.  The lead singer was a dead ringer for the real 2nd lead singer Brian Johnson.  They guys kicked major a**.  The cool thing was that I got a couple of beers from the bass player while he was onstage.  That was great.  He didn't have to, but I wasn't going to refuse a beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have my picture taken twice with a bunch of drunk girls that were by the front of the stage.  Once was with their camera and the 2nd was with my camera.  Why?  I have no idea.  The first time was their camera.  I spoke with one of them for a little bit.  No exchange of phone numbers or anything like that.  She was HOT.  I wanted to f*** her.  I did see a ring on "that finger".  Will I ever see her again?  Probably not unless I go to Lake Texoma again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was very relaxing though.  It was nice to get away from it all--the city.  I would love to go back there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned one thing about this trip---take a pack a cigarettes and a lighter with you.  You never know when a HOT gal would want to bum a smoke off of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-114813969799798989?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/114813969799798989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=114813969799798989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114813969799798989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114813969799798989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/05/weekend-at-lake.html' title='The Weekend At The Lake'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-114633439260719218</id><published>2006-04-29T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T11:13:12.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Monday May 1 will be my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be 32.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to it. It's going to be a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite birthdays was when I turned 22 and 26.  But that's another story.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-114633439260719218?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/114633439260719218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=114633439260719218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114633439260719218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114633439260719218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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-10069931.post-114451012640379267</id><published>2006-04-08T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T08:28:46.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Died &amp; Gone To Heaven (But I Had To Come Back To Earth)</title><content type='html'>That's just about the truth in my title.  It was in a good way though.  The other day, I went to the best restaurant that puts Hooters and even Ker's Wing House to shame.  The place where I went to was Bone Daddy's in Dallas which is over on 75 and Spring Valley Road.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been to BD before but one of my friends who I went with had gone quite a few times.  My friend was right on the money.  Before I even ate one bite, I knew I fell in love with this place.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitresses are way hotter than any waitresses at Hotter's or Ker's Wing House.  They wore about the same thing as those waitresses.  There is one major factor that stood them out from the rest----I saw their flat stomachs.  Some of their stomachs were even pierced.  Now that made me HARD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service was pretty good too.  My friend and I went around 1230pm.  Though it was quite busy, we didn't have to wait for a table long.  That was a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had BBQ, burgers, chicken fried steaks and chicken fried chicken, and other sandwiches.  I had a 2 meat platter (sliced beef and hot link sausage). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go back there again.  I am getting HARD just writing about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bonedaddys.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-114451012640379267?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/114451012640379267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=114451012640379267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114451012640379267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114451012640379267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-died-gone-to-heaven-but-i-had-to.html' title='I Died &amp; Gone To Heaven (But I Had To Come Back To Earth)'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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-10069931.post-114359985328478639</id><published>2006-03-28T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T18:37:33.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disconnected</title><content type='html'>I tried calling LG the other day to see how she's doing.  I got the disconnected signal.  I knew she was planning on moving to another apartment here in Dallas----or that's what she told me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just may be the stupidest guy on Earth. Either that or gullible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still has my DVDs--5 I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-114359985328478639?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/114359985328478639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=114359985328478639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114359985328478639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114359985328478639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/03/disconnected.html' title='Disconnected'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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-10069931.post-114330492643579702</id><published>2006-03-25T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T08:42:06.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moral Of The Story Is................</title><content type='html'>This past Sunday, I was out with my friends JS and JN.  It was an afternoon of fun at Texas Showgirls.  Heck---they had the $2.99 steak and potato special.  Anyway, the steak part could've been better.  Anyway----after 3 hours of being at Texas Showgirls, we left.  JS was driving.  JS missed an exit.  I was thinking that it wouldn't be a problem.  We made our way towards another exit.  Taking the next exit was a mistake.  That area had rising water because of the rain that we had for the past few days.  We were stuck with the other cars trying to get out of there.  We drove by nearby parking lots try get out of there.  We found a weird spot where we weren't sure if JS' truck would get out of there.  JN and I got out of the truck to survey the situation.  Actually, it was 2 possible deep spots we weren't sure if his truck would get through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't look that bad.  Still, it took forever to convince JS to drive his truck through the deep water spots.  JN and I thought JS' truck could make it.  I was getting frustrated at JS.  I was still outside on the other side of the water puddle.  I was beginning to act goofy.  I was lying by the grassy area by the offramp of the interstate.  I knew no cars were coming because of the other flooded area.  I was just acting stupid.  After awhile, JS finally moved his truck through and off we went.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did have to make me run to truck.  I did fall down running to his truck because the ground was saturated with water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between lying on the grass and running to JS' truck, my cellphone went missing.  It must've fell out of my jacket pocket.  It sucked because I had lots of phone #s and pics (some I can't say of what I took) on that phone.  Now I have to start all over.  I got my replacement phone the other day.  Now I have to start all over with the #s and pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MORAL OF THE STORY----Always stay at Texas Showgirls during a rainstorm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-114330492643579702?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/114330492643579702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=114330492643579702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114330492643579702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114330492643579702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/03/moral-of-story-is.html' title='The Moral Of The Story Is................'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-114255843895511840</id><published>2006-03-16T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T17:20:38.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week's Brief Visit With Office Crush 2.0</title><content type='html'>The last week has been just too crazy for me.  It's all because of the Office Crush Version 2.0.  Last Wednesday (March 8), the OC V2.0 stopped my the office.  I knew a few weeks ago that she'd be in town for her Spring Break.  I wasn't for sure when.  So it was in the middle of the afternoon when OC V2.0 stopped by.  A little knock outside my cubicle, I turned around and there she was.  She looked so beautiful.  We immediately hugged.  Just holding her was enough for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spoke for only a few minutes.  She was busy trying to say HI to everyone in the office so that's why I didn't get to talk to her much, but it was enough for me.  She was saying that was having a good time so far in Dallas.  She said that she was leaving backing to New York on Monday (this past, by the way). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked so HOT.  I tried not to pay that much attention, but she did looked HOT.  She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt that was a little too short to be tucked in.  It was really hard to concentrate then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she left, my mind went into overdrive and I couldn't stop thinking about her.  It's been happening ever since that short visit last week.  There are certain songs that remind me her.  To be honest, it'll bring me to tears because I really want to be with her more than anything but circumstances won't let me.  One---she's still in New York.  Two---she still might have a boyfriend.  Three---she might be back working at where I am at.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had many crushes before.  Some might call me "girl crazy".  My crush on OC V2.0 is really intense.  There have been 2 other occasions that I've have so much intense feelings for a woman.  If there has been only 2 other times I've really had these intense feelings, something's going on here.  The feelings that I have for OC V2.0 make me feel that I am in high school.  I've tried so hard to get her out of my mind.  The more I get her out of my mind, the more I am falling for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I dream about her, I don't dream about having $ex with her.  I dream about holding her, touching her, just being around her.  I dream about her smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wants her to work at my job this summer.  That'd mean I'd get to see her.  Part of me doesn't want her to work at my job because I won't be able to concentrate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to pursue her.  I think though that she's too good for me.  She's at a college in New York where she's about to graduate.  She wants to go to law school.  She's got so many hopes and dreams.  I feel that I can't compete with that.  Part of me feels that she deserves better.  That and she's only 22.  I am 31.  I feel old when I think about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to do.  I can't let this opportunity slide again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-114255843895511840?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/114255843895511840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=114255843895511840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114255843895511840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114255843895511840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-weeks-brief-visit-with-office.html' title='Last Week&apos;s Brief Visit With Office Crush 2.0'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-114088465399135792</id><published>2006-02-25T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T08:24:13.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will You Let Eddie Rest PLEASE?</title><content type='html'>Ever since WWE superstar Eddie Guerrero's death last November, it seems that WWE just won't let him rest in peace.  At first, I thought that it was great how the fans would cheer his name "Eddie.  Eddie.  Eddie" throughout the arena.  And they kinda worked that into the storyline when Rey Mysterio won the 2006 Royal Rumble last month.  Rey Mysterio totally deserved to win the Rumble, but I kinda think that Rey should've used Eddie as the sole motivation to win the Rumble in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rey is an exceptional wrestler.  He's been able to get far in the US wrestling industry for someone being as short as he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just really bothered me how Randy Orton said that Rey didn't deserve to win the Rumble because of Eddie.  Orton said that Eddie wasn't in heaven but he was in hell.  That just got me the wrong way.  What happened to Eddie was most unfortunate.  I think that Rey shouldn't be dragged into a feud with Orton because Orton thinks that Rey's win was undeserved and all of the bad things Orton said about Eddie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If either wrestler had any respect for the wrestling industry and the memory of Eddie Guerrero, they should leave Eddie's name out of this whole feud.  Shame to the WWE for letting Eddie's name being dragged into the mud in the form of a feud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that after WrestleMania 22 on April 2, Eddie Guerrero can get the rest that he deserved.  Eddie Guerrero will be inducted into the WWE Hall Of Fame.  I cried when the announcement was made.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt so much that he's gone from us.  I hurt even more because his name is used the wrong way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-114088465399135792?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/114088465399135792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=114088465399135792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114088465399135792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114088465399135792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/02/will-you-let-eddie-rest-please.html' title='Will You Let Eddie Rest PLEASE?'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-114088460670258578</id><published>2006-02-25T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T08:23:26.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary PSG</title><content type='html'>Saturday, February 25 will be one year since PSG and I had started having phone $ex on a regular basis.  It's been a very good year.  She is by far the best person that I've ever had phone $ex with.  She shows so much enthusiasm.  She makes me a better person on the phone because of it.  What can I say?  She's amazing.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am not mistaken (and PSG---correct me if I wrong), I ran into her blog through another's.  And I really loved PSG's stuff in her blog.  I wrote to her and told her that I loved to have phone $ex.  She wrote back.  We exchanged #s and the rest is history.  I remember the first time was really amazing.  It just got better everytime we did it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way she yells, moans, and screams my name.  At times, we can be a little kinky.  I am not complaining about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I got to learn who she is.  I learned that she is a sweet and genuine person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent PSG a little card to wish her a Happy Anniversary.  She should get the card by now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSG---if you are reading this (and I hope you do)---HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!  Thank you for the best year I've had.  You're the best!  I am sure you and I will meet.  I don't know how or when, but it'll happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-114088460670258578?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/114088460670258578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=114088460670258578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114088460670258578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114088460670258578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-anniversary-psg.html' title='Happy Anniversary PSG'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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-10069931.post-114057233590425456</id><published>2006-02-21T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T17:38:55.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Email From Office Crush Version 2.0</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning, I received an email from the OC V2.0.  It was a welcome surprise that she emailed me.  She's not known to return emails to me quickly.  In fact, I can't remember when the last time she wrote me.  Anyway, it was great to hear from her since I got to work late (doctor's appointment). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, she wanted to apologize for being "an a**hole of a friend."  She goes on to mention that she did receive the previous emails and even the Valentine's Day card I sent her.  She says that she's been busy with school and work.  I can totally understand that.  I never thought she was blowing me off.  She is a senior at a college in New York (I won't say which one).  Being a senior at any college can be a pain in the a**.  She did say that despite being busy with work and school, she's able to enjoy being with her friends.  She didn't say if she was still with her boyfriend (please---I hope she has broken up with him). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes on to say that she'll be in Dallas in a few weeks and hopes to stop by where I work at (which I won't say either).  OC V2.0 didn't say for how long she'll be in Dallas.  I would imagine that it won't be for a long visit.  My guess is for a week or so.  The possibility of her coming to Dallas and possibly stopping by at where I work at made me so happy and smile for the rest of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more----she goes on to say that she might be working at my job again this summer after she graduates from college in late spring.  She may work here for longer than the summer.  She intends to go to law school but may wait on that for at least a year.  She's not totally for sure if she will work at where I work at, but she is for sure that if she can't find anything else, my place of employment will rehire her.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is racing at the chance that she might be working here again.  I hope that it happens.  Will I be able to contain myself?  Do you think I should finally tell her how I feel about her with the risk of ruining a friendship?  I have all of these songs in my head just thinking about her.  It's been hard to concentrate since I received the email yesterday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OC Version 2.0 by far outshines Version 1.0.  I thought I'd never get over Version 1.0 but I did and I really haven't thought much of her.  Version 2.0 is a different story.  I haven't been able to get her out of my mind.  I look at the pics that were taken of us on her last day here at work.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that she'll be coming back to Dallas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote back to her as soon as I could.  I told her that she didn't need to apologize for being "an a**hole of friend."  It wasn't necessary for her to say that.  I told that I understood it---her being busy with school and everything else.  I wasn't mad at her at all for her not writing me back.  I don't think that I could ever be mad at her.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather pursue a relationship with her than with LG or SY or anyone else.  My fear that I think she's too good for me.  She's a senior in college, she's 22 (almost 10 years my junior).  She has all of these goals and dreams.  I can't stand in her way.  When it comes to thinking about her and what I just wrote, I tend to get a little sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to her, $ex is one of the last things I think about.  I just want to be around her, talk to her, hold her hand, snuggle with her----all of that good stuff.  My heart aches for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to concentrate on everything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-114057233590425456?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/114057233590425456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=114057233590425456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114057233590425456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114057233590425456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/02/email-from-office-crush-version-20.html' title='An Email From Office Crush Version 2.0'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-114028009831399831</id><published>2006-02-18T08:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T08:28:18.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine's Day Date With LG</title><content type='html'>It was another interesting date with LG.  It was our 2nd date.  The original plan was to go catch a movie and go get some dinner.  We never made to the movie.  There were a few miscommunications which was both on our fault and we never got around to it.  That really didn't matter.  We just stayed in at her place.  We ordered Chinese food take out and watched TV.  It was good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For awhile, it was just the 2 of us.  Her son was out running around.  It gave me the chance to give her my Valentine's Day gift to her in private.  I kept it as simple as possible.  I got her candles, some chocolates, and a card.  She really seemed to like it.  That's good for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our food and all.  We talked for awhile.  Her son finally got around to come home.  He had the same friend over from the last time I was over.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For awhile, things were going well.  Then, her son began to act up again.  He was starting to become disrespectful to LG, just saying mean things and stuff.  The one comment that I think spoke volumes was that he called her a drug user.  It got to be almost physical with her and her son.  He went to his room with his friend.  We got to talk some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that the drug user reference has some validity to it.  While we were talking and drinking vodka and cranberry juice, she said that she use to use drugs.  Not just marijuana.  She used to do the hard stuff.  She did it when she was living in Cancun.  Wow!!  I couldn't believe it.  I might've been a little drunk, but I remembered what she said.  I didn't ask more into it and maybe I should've. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I passed out on the couch where I was at the rest of the evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kiss goodnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and we just lounged around before she had to work.  She dropped me off at one of the rail stations so I can go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time with her.  I called her when I got home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see her again.  I hope it's not another month before I see her again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-114028009831399831?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/114028009831399831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=114028009831399831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114028009831399831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114028009831399831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-valentines-day-date-with-lg.html' title='My Valentine&apos;s Day Date With LG'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-114028006460519983</id><published>2006-02-18T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T08:27:44.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine's Day Date With SY</title><content type='html'>It was dinner, a night of $ex, watching Desperate Housewives &amp; Grey's Anatomy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner came first.  Then it was back to her place to have $ex while we were watching the TV shows.  That's her idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a very nice person, but I don't see a future with her.  Yes---she was there for me when I was in the hospital.  I just see anything long term with her.  She wants to have $ex more than I do.  For me, I think I like phone $ex better than the real thing.  Of course, when it comes to phone $ex, I still only doing with my PSG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I was with SY that night, the more I was thinking that I should be with LG.  Then again with all of the stuff that LG said, maybe I should be along or stick with SY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-114028006460519983?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/114028006460519983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=114028006460519983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114028006460519983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114028006460519983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-valentines-day-date-with-sy.html' title='My Valentine&apos;s Day Date With SY'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-114028001092477137</id><published>2006-02-18T08:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T08:29:17.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Electric Blue</title><content type='html'>If you like dance music and if you love Madonna's latest CD, then I totally recommend Electric Blue from Erasure frontman Andy Bell.  From the first beat, this is one electric album.  It's a departure from Andy's work with Erasure.  Erasure's music is 80s pop electronic.  Electric Blue is a CD that should have been released either 10 years ago when there was a lot of dance music out or 30 years ago at the height of the disco era. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The material is something Andy couldn't achieve with Erasure.  It's not to say that Erasure's stuff is bad.  There are times in which people need to go in a different direction to prove their worth.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crazy" is the best track of the CD.  All of the songs will make you want to dance like John Travolta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to dance, this is the CD to dance to and flashback to the 70s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-114028001092477137?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/114028001092477137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=114028001092477137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114028001092477137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114028001092477137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/02/electric-blue.html' title='Electric Blue'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-114027998068680884</id><published>2006-02-18T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T08:26:20.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morningwood</title><content type='html'>All this week, I've been listening to this awesome CD from a group called Morningwood.  I am not into new bands as much as I used to, but this band really caught my eye.  Possibly because the lead singer is a chick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From their self-titled debut album, this CD is over 40 minutes of fun.  Their isn't a bad son that's on the CD.  From the track on the CD "Nu Rock", you knew that this CD was going to be special.  Their sound might be a little early 90s and look like a rock band from the 70s, but their CD is for today's music fan.  It sounds grunge to an extent, but it's pure rock and roll all the way.  Their first mainstream single, "The Nth Degree," is probably the most bubble gum pop rock track on the CD----and that's not a bad thing.  The video for this is really cool and funny.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what my favorite track is, but the last track is something that you'd play when you want to get your groove on with that special someone.  That track is called "Ride The Lights."  It's very sensual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, the lead singer is HOT.  Her name is Chantal Claret.  Hubba hubba. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this band makes it.  I hope I get a chance to see this band in concert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their website is www.morningwoodrocks.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-114027998068680884?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/114027998068680884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=114027998068680884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114027998068680884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114027998068680884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/02/morningwood.html' title='Morningwood'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-114027994557202654</id><published>2006-02-18T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T08:25:45.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticks Me Off</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you, but I get a little ticked off when certain people (who I won't name) don't call or email you back.  It's just really rude of that person to do that.  It just really pi$$e$ me off when that happens.  If I send you an email or call you on the phone, you could at least respond to my email or call me back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-114027994557202654?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/114027994557202654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=114027994557202654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114027994557202654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/114027994557202654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/02/ticks-me-off.html' title='Ticks Me Off'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-113967717621850456</id><published>2006-02-11T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T08:59:36.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forbidden Fruit</title><content type='html'>Lately, I can't this gal out of my mind.  Dreaming about caressing her tits with my hands.  Kissing on oh so passionately.  Putting her hard nipples in my mouth.  Licking my tongue around her nipples.  Eating her sweet pussy.  Having passionate sex with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this gal last Saturday.  She looked pretty good.  She was wearing a sleeveless white button down shirt and black pants.  As the day wore on, I could tell her nipples were getting hard.  And it was making me hard.  You could see how hard they were getting and her areola was also showing through her bra and shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is very sweet and kind.  I don't talk to her that often.  When I do, it's insightful conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is----she's the daughter of a co worker of mine.  I know nothing can happen because I can't cross that boundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the forbidden fruit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-113967717621850456?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/113967717621850456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=113967717621850456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113967717621850456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113967717621850456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/02/forbidden-fruit.html' title='Forbidden Fruit'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-113967659757131974</id><published>2006-02-11T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T08:49:57.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's More Beautiful Than Ever</title><content type='html'>Last night I got my haicut at my favorite hair salon.  As usual my favorite stylist was there.  LH1 (Latina Hairstylist #1) was the one to do my hair.  I swear---I think she gets more beautiful everytime I see her.  I always complimented her on how she looks.  She tries to be modest and says thank you.  I love it whenever she moves her fingers through my hair.  She has the most beautiful hands I've seen.  Her lips are so luscious.  I always dream about kissing them.  Will it happen?  I doubt it---she is married with 1 son.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did give her a Valentine's Day care and some chocolates.  She was surprised.  She knows I treat her good.  She loved it.  She wanted to wait until the actual Valentine's Day to open up the card and chocolates.  That was fine by me.  In case her husband forgets to get her something for Valentine's Day, at least she know that she got something from someone who cares about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I couldn't help but dream about fucking her at the hair salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see her next month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-113967659757131974?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/113967659757131974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=113967659757131974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113967659757131974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113967659757131974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/02/shes-more-beautiful-than-ever.html' title='She&apos;s More Beautiful Than Ever'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-113967604570666514</id><published>2006-02-11T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T08:40:45.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Dates This Weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend, I have 2 dates.  Yeah, it's a couple of days before Valentine's Day, but it's better for me to celebrate early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first date is tonight.  I am going out with LG---the gal I went out with last month.  It's taken me forever to talk to her since our date.  She's been really sick the last few weeks.  She then passed it over to her son.  He's now getting over it.  We're supposed to go to the movies and grab a bite to eat.  Where?  I don't know.  She wasn't sure herself.  What movie?  Don't know either.  I would prefer not to see a movie I've seen already.  The pickings are slim so I might me forced to see a movie I've already seen one more time.  I really like.  I'd like to get to know her more.  It's just her son is always around so I have to watch what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd date is tomorrow night with SY.  I haven't spoken much of her, but I see her every so often.  She's more horny that I am sometimes.  She's really sweet and nice but I don't see anything long term.  She's a great person to fuck but sometimes I can't stand when she laughs when we try a certain position and it doesn't work out like we hope.  It kills the mood.  We're going out for dinner before 8pm so we both can watch Desperate Housewives and Grey's Anatomy.  She says she's got a great Valentine's Day gift for me.  The only thing she told me about my gift is to keep March 25 open.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep everyone posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-113967604570666514?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/113967604570666514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=113967604570666514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113967604570666514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113967604570666514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/02/2-dates-this-weekend.html' title='2 Dates This Weekend'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-113936476186238452</id><published>2006-02-07T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T18:12:41.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Valentine's Day Story Of Yesterday (1988)</title><content type='html'>As Valentine's Day approaches, I am always reminded about a particular Valentine's Day that I've never forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Valentine's Day 1988.  I remember that it was a cold winter's day.  There really wasn't any snow.  It was cold enough though that some things were still frozen to the ground if there was water near it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 13 years old at the time.  I was an 8th grader at Lesher Junior High School in Fort Collins, CO.  My girlfriend at the time, TK, was also 13.  She was also an 8th grader but over on the other side of town at Boltz Junior High School. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I remembered what I got her.  That's a memory that's faded away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember she came over to my place around 1pm.  Her mother dropped her off.  Her mother, who was around 6'2" or an inch higher, got out of the car to introduce herself to my mom.  After a few minutes, she went along her way only to come back in a few hours to pick TK up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TK never looked more beautiful in the short time that I knew her.  She was about an inch taller than I was.  I was about 5'7".  (TK would eventually grow to be 6'1")  It looks like TK was still in her Sunday best.  She was wearing a blue dress with all of these little flowers on it.  She had the most beautiful hazel eyes I've ever seen.  She had short, curly light brown hair.  Me---jeans and long sleeve button down shirt--I think it was pink.  I have pics of that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom ordered some pizza and had a cake that she got from the grocery store.  We exchanged our gifts during this time.  There are 3 things that I remember getting from her for Valentine's Day-----chocolates that read "I Love (heart) You", a small red Pound Puppy, and a card.  There might've been more, but I can't remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our pizza, we talked, and we watched half of the movie Pretty In Pink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to go to my bedroom.  Nothing happened----REALLY.  With my Mom in the other room and my baby sister (who was 2 at the time) there, we couldn't do anything.  My mom's requirement for TK and me to be in my bedroom was that we had to keep the bedroom door open.  I didn't complain at all for a moment.  I just wanted some alone time with TK.  Once we got to my room, we talked some more, I showed her some pics of me and my yearbook from the year before.  We even slow danced a song or two.  Of course, we kissed.  It was the most beautiful afternoon I've ever had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mom came by a few hours later and that was it.  She had to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this day, it was the best Valentine's Day that I've ever had in my life---even as an adult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most relationships, it didn't last.  Two weeks later, TK and I broke up.  A month after that, we got back together.  Finally in June, we broke up for the final time.  Those stories are for another day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw TK was 1999.  That too is another story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last I heard of TK, she got married last August in the Presbyterian church where her father is a pastor over in Fort Collins.  Soon thereafter, her and her new husband packed up and moved to Virginia where he is a pastor at a Lutheran church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was probably inevitable that our childhood romance never lasted.  I just wished my friendship with TK lasted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart will have a place for TK.  Always have, always will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-113936476186238452?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/113936476186238452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=113936476186238452' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113936476186238452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113936476186238452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day-story-of-yesterday-1988.html' title='A Valentine&apos;s Day Story Of Yesterday (1988)'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-113907275994909424</id><published>2006-02-04T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T09:05:59.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 Royal Rumble Match</title><content type='html'>2006 Royal Rumble Match &lt;br /&gt;# ENTERED     WRESTLER'S NAME      # ELIMINATED &lt;br /&gt;1             HHH                       28 &lt;br /&gt;2             Rey Mysterio Jr.        WINNER &lt;br /&gt;3             Simon Dean                 1 &lt;br /&gt;4             Psicosis                   2 &lt;br /&gt;5             Ric Flair                  3 &lt;br /&gt;6             Big Show                   7* &lt;br /&gt;7             Jonathan Coachman          4 &lt;br /&gt;8             Bobby Lashley              6 &lt;br /&gt;9             Kane                       8* &lt;br /&gt;10            Sylvan                     5 &lt;br /&gt;11            Carlito                    26 &lt;br /&gt;12            Chris Benoit               17 &lt;br /&gt;13            Booker T                   9 &lt;br /&gt;14            Joey Mercury               22 &lt;br /&gt;15            Tatanka                    12 &lt;br /&gt;16            Johnny Nitro               23 &lt;br /&gt;17            Trevor Murdoch             13 &lt;br /&gt;18            Eugene                     15 &lt;br /&gt;19            Road Warrior Animal        10 &lt;br /&gt;20            Rob Van Dam                27 &lt;br /&gt;21            Orlando Jordan             21 &lt;br /&gt;22            Chavo Guerrero Jr.         11 &lt;br /&gt;23            Matt Hardy                 14 &lt;br /&gt;24            Super Crazy                16 &lt;br /&gt;25            Shawn Michaels             25 &lt;br /&gt;26            Chris Masters              19 &lt;br /&gt;27            Viscera                    18 &lt;br /&gt;28            Shelton Benjamin           24 &lt;br /&gt;29            Goldust                    20 &lt;br /&gt;30            Randy Orton                29 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Both Kane and Big Show went out at roughly the same time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-113907275994909424?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/113907275994909424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=113907275994909424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Arena &lt;br /&gt;Miami, FL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match 1: &lt;br /&gt;Gregory Helms beats Kid Kash, Paul London, Nunzio, Funaki, and Jamie Noble &lt;br /&gt;6 Man Sudden Death Texas Tornado for Cruiserweight Title (Helms wins title) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match 2: &lt;br /&gt;Mickie James defeats Ashley (Trish Stratus----special guest referee) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match 3: &lt;br /&gt;Boogey Man upsets John Bradshaw Layfield (with Jillian Hall) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match 4: &lt;br /&gt;Rey Mysterio Jr. wins 2006 Royal Rumble match to win a World title match at WrestleMania 22 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match 5: &lt;br /&gt;John Cena defeats Edge to regain RAW World Title &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match 6: &lt;br /&gt;Kurt Angle defeats Mark Henry (with Daivari) to retain Smackdown World Title&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Results'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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-10069931.post-113815629168583789</id><published>2006-01-24T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T18:32:36.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Not Sure What The Next Move Should Be" or "To Be Or Not To Be"</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was a total bust.  Normally if someone doesn't call me, I would just shrug it off and move on.  I couldn't do it this time.  I really couldn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday and Thursday, I tried to call LG.  Her son answered both times and said that she wasn't home and hung up.  He really wasn't that nice towards me.  He sounded like he was in kind of a hurry.  I shrugged it off thinking that he didn't tell her.  I tried again on Friday afternoon.  I was feeling pretty sure about it.  I am thinking that there's no way that she can miss this message.  Friday night came----nothing.  Saturday morning came----nothing.  Not even Saturday afternoon and evening plus Sunday.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not mad at her at all.  I really don't want to blame her son but that's what I am thinking----he got home first Friday and erased the message.  I went with my guy feeling (which is wrong half of the time) and not really place blame on LG.  I don't think of her as a flake.  I had a great time with her the other week.  I didn't get the sense that she was going to blow me off.  If she was, I don't think she would've had me stay overnight and drive me home the following afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like her.  Normally, I wouldn't date anyone with kids.  As I get older and as society changes, I have to change my views.  She's different.  She's very beautiful with a nice body.  The age difference doesn't bother me at all (She's older than me---she's about 41 and I am 31). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like a shot at getting to know her.  I hope for something more to happen.  That's all I ask.  Is that too much to ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-113815629168583789?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/113815629168583789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=113815629168583789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113815629168583789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113815629168583789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/01/not-sure-what-next-move-should-be-or.html' title='&quot;Not Sure What The Next Move Should Be&quot; or &quot;To Be Or Not To Be&quot;'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-113786370632575341</id><published>2006-01-21T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T09:15:06.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Saturday's Date</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday was better than I thought.  I went out with LG (that's her initials).  It was my first time out with her.  I met her at her place which is near White Rock Lake in Dallas.  Finding it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be.  I got to her place around 515pm.  Before I got there, I called her place and she said that she was making dinner.  You know the saying----the way to a man's heart is though his stomach.  That's what LG did.  That's what we did first.  She made pork chops, Spanish rice, and beans.  She's a great cook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we just watched a DVD for a bit before we left for the bowling alley over in Mesquite.  That alley was near where she lived so that's where she wanted to go.  Before we got to the alley, we stopped by the beer store to get a 6pk of Bud Light.  It was her, myself, her son, and his friend.  We all bowled a few games.  Before we got back to her place, we stopped by the same beer store and got another 6pk of Bud Light and I got a 6pk of Smirnoff Raspberry.  By now, I knew I wasn't going home tonight since I lived on the other side of town.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started drinking, talking about ourselves and what not.  She finished that 2nd 6pk of Bud Light on her own and she was a little drunk.  Thing is that she wanted to drink MORE.  Problem was that the beer/liquor stores were closed so there was nothing that we could do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides her getting drunk, she wasn't feeling well.  Probably because of the homemade salsa she made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me the keys to her Ford F150 and asked me to go get her some stuff for her stomach.  So it was off to the 7-11 I go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up talking for a good while.  It wasn't between 3am and 4am that we needed to get some sleep.  I slept on the couch.  I didn't mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until 9am or 10am that we got up.  She made breakfast---chorizo and eggs, fried potatoes, and refried beans.  Mmmmmmmmmmmm.  It was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drove me back to my place at around 1pm.  We hugged and that was it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not disappointed that nothing happened.  I am actually relieved that nothing happened.  I guess with her son around, I really couldn't use my "A" game.  If I were to kiss her or anything else, I would have to be sure that her son wasn't around.  I don't want to give any mixed signals to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really would like to see her again.  I think she would want to see me again too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-113786370632575341?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/113786370632575341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=113786370632575341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113786370632575341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113786370632575341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/01/last-saturdays-date.html' title='Last Saturday&apos;s Date'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-113725809170662176</id><published>2006-01-14T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T09:01:31.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Possible...........</title><content type='html'>that I might have a date this weekend.  I am supposed to see this girl on Saturday.  I haven't decided on a name yet for her.  I met her on January 2.  I was at one of the rail stations waiting for a rail to take me to downtown Dallas before I was to transfer to take the train back to Irving.  She cornered me and asked me which way she needed to go to get to Fort Worth.  i told her that she needed to follow me since I was going the same way.  The train she needed to take to Fort Worth was stopping in Irving.  We got to talking.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's new to town.  She has family here that she's visited in the past though she just moved here for good.  She was going to Fort Worth to meet up with a friend who was going with her to Wichita Falls, TX which isn't too far from Fort Worth.  Maybe about an hour or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is really interesting and friendly.  We striked up a conversation.  I told her what to look out for when living in the Dallas area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is divorced, around 41, and has an 11 or 12 year old son.  That should be an immediate NO to me.  I shouldn't be so picky.  Her son was with her.  He's seems like a good kid.  The major plus is that she's Latina though you couldn't tell by her accent---purely Southern. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you would call it a date at all.  Will anything become of it?  That's hard to tell.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is that I am making a new friend.  You can never have enough friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-113725809170662176?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/113725809170662176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=113725809170662176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113725809170662176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113725809170662176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-possible.html' title='It&apos;s Possible...........'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-113665270800733620</id><published>2006-01-07T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T08:51:48.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>I hope that everyone had a Happy New Year!  I am not sure what resolutions I have to make.  The major one is to lose more weight.  With my health scare a few months back.  It sounds like a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have any New Year's resolutions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-113665270800733620?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/113665270800733620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=113665270800733620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113665270800733620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113665270800733620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-113604722419223553</id><published>2005-12-31T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T08:40:24.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top 10 Moments Of 2005</title><content type='html'>My Top 10 Moments Of 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.        My surgery in October.  Enough said.  It was the longest week of my   life.  I am sure not to rank it higher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.        Seeing Duran Duran in concert on February 19 at the Nokia Theater in Grand Prairie, TX.  Another 80s band that I got to see.  It was an awesome night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.        My weekend in San Antonio, TX.  It was my first time in San Antonio in 23 years.  Wow.  For a short weekend, it was great.  I went to the Alamo and the Riverwalk.  What made the weekend was going to Mi Tierra restaurant. I fell in love with the place before even eating the food.  The atmosphere was so awesome.  The 2   man mariachi band was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.        My trip to Fort Collins, CO in June/July.  In hindsight, I don't think I should've gone for that long.  I was there for about 10 days which was a few days longer that I should've.  I did get to see my favorite aunt, uncle, and cousin.  Plus, I saw my best friend NH and her kids.  I went to the Hunt Club which is a strip club and got drunk.  The highlight was seeing the girl from Russia over in Estes Park.  She is very beautiful.  I didn't get to spend as much time as I would hope for, but those few moments made my vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.        Seeing Erasure in concert May 31 at the Lakewood Theater in Dallas.  It was my 2nd time seeing them. The fact that I couldn't get tickets and getting them at the last moment made it special.  I got as close to the stage as I could.  I got a few good pics because of it.  It was a very packed theater, but it was the most lively crowd I've seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.        Eddie Guerrero's death.  Technically, it didn't happen to me personally, but it bothered me because he was such a great wrestler.  No one expected it to happened  He was a great person.  It was a rare time I cried over a wrestler's death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.        Seeing Depeche Mode in concert on November 8 at the American Airlines Center in Dallas.  This happened just weeks after my surgery.  I was determined to go to the concert.  Seeing Depeche Mode meant more to me that night than the other times I've seen them in concert.  It was my 4th time seeing them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.        My youngest sister's wedding.  If my night of wrestling and Crue were there, this would've been #1.  The wedding went smooth.  Too bad, it happened during the Texas-OU football game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.        Being at Monday Night RAW October 3 at the American Airlines Center.  I knew it was going to be special, but it blew me away.  Besides today's stars, there were legends of yesterday----Superstar Billy Graham, "The American Dream" Dusty Rhodes, Kevin Von Erich, Harley Race, Hulk Hogan, "Mean" Gene Okerlund, and         Ricky Steamboat to name a few.  I never thought I'd be in the same building as all of these legends.  That and being in the same building as Stephanie McMahon.  Grrrrrrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.        Going To See Motley Crue April 16 in Bossier City, LA.  For me, it was the 4th time I've seen them, but the 3rd time with my best friend from high school, and our 2nd seeing the original lineup.  It was the most exciting, explosive evening I've encountered in a long while.  I don't know if it could get any better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-113604722419223553?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/113604722419223553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=113604722419223553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113604722419223553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113604722419223553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-top-10-moments-of-2005.html' title='My Top 10 Moments Of 2005'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-113604695099177982</id><published>2005-12-31T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T08:36:51.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Choice Is Easy" or "I Can't Get OC Version 2.0 Out Of My Head"</title><content type='html'>Since running into OC Version 2.0 last week, I just can't seem to get her out of my head again.  I think that is because I know that she is in the same city as I am.  She said that she was going to stop by my office again before she heads on back to New York.  I should've asked her to lunch while I had the chance last week.  I think that I was in shock by seeing her again, that I forgot to ask her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately also, I've been emailing back and forth with the dancer from the Mens Club.  She is also a very beautiful person.  When we email each other, she doesn't pressure me on when I am going to see her at the club.  She doesn't dance at just the Mens' Club.  She travels the circuit around Texas and parts of the US.  She does seem to have a great head on her shoulders.  She has her own poster calendar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to choose between OC Version 2.0 and the Dancer, the choice would be easy.  I would choose the OC Version 2.0 in a heartbeat.  There's something about her that I just fell in love with when I first met her.  She doesn't wear a lot of makeup which I think makes her more beautiful.  She's smart too.  Plus---she's a Latina.  OC Version 2.0 could never go out with me even if didn' have her boyfriend she has now.  I think she's too good for me.  She's smart.  She wants to get into law school once she finishes college.  I can't get in the way of her dreams if the opportunity were to present itself.  I really care for OC V2.0.  She's 9 years younger than I am.  Sometimes I feel old talking to her.  Age shouldn't matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sooner OC Version 2.0 leaves town, the better when my feelings should go away.  Will it really?  I don't think so.  I think I've finally found the one.  But I don't think she'll ever know how I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-113604695099177982?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/113604695099177982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=113604695099177982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113604695099177982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113604695099177982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/12/choice-is-easy-or-i-cant-get-oc.html' title='&quot;The Choice Is Easy&quot; or &quot;I Can&apos;t Get OC Version 2.0 Out Of My Head&quot;'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-113544232162005203</id><published>2005-12-24T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T08:38:41.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night At The Mens' Club</title><content type='html'>My friend JN came into town for a few days and we went out his first night here.  We didn't go to Texas Showgirls like we normally do.  This time, we went to the Mens Club.  I've been there before but he hasn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason why we went to the Mens Club was because there was a particular dancer that was going to be there.  I won't say her stage name.  I met her at Texas Showgirls over the summer as she was a special attraction dancer so to speak.  I got to talk to her briefly then and she also passed out autographed photos of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, her and I have exchanged emails.  From emailing with her, I am getting to know her.  She sounds like the real deal and not some person who likes to b-s people.  She said she'd be dancing at the Mens Club for the next few weeks and I wanted to see her.  I was supposed to have see her a few weeks ago, but there was a miscommunication and she wasn't dancing at that particular night.  She guaranteed me that she'd be there the other night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, JN and I got to our table and waited and waited and waited some more.  I asked a couple of waitresses to double check if she was going to be there.  They told me she was there.  About 3 hours had passed before I finally got to see her.  She said she was caught up with other customers.  She came to my table and we spoke for awhile.  I had a Christmas gift to her and she had one for me.  Her gift to me was a poster calendar of her.  She looks HOT.  That was a cool gift from her.  She suddenly had to leave (she explained later why she did that). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JN and I were there for almost 5 hours.  It was worth the wait for me just to see her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get to see her again really soon.  I can't wait to get another email from her again. &lt;br /&gt;Hubba Hubba&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-113544232162005203?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/113544232162005203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=113544232162005203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113544232162005203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113544232162005203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/12/night-at-mens-club.html' title='A Night At The Mens&apos; Club'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-113544226290039465</id><published>2005-12-24T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T08:37:42.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return Of The O.C. Version 2.0</title><content type='html'>The other day (December 21) was a very good day.  I was dragging all freaking day because my friend JN and I didn't get home from the Mens Club until 2am the night before.  I was just tired.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was at lunch in the breakroom at work, I was sitting at my usual table by the TV.  I heard the door on the other side open, but I never thought to see who it could be.  Usually, it's another coworker.  So, I got up and was going to walk to the sink to wash my bowl.  As I turned around, I realized it was her----OC Version 2.0.  When I did see her, I was just shocked and surprised.  I held onto false hope that I'd see her again.  I thought she'd forget about Glazers except for the emails we've been exchanging.  There she was again into my life.  I just stood there for about 30 seconds trying to figure out what I just saw.  I had no idea she was going to visit Dallas for Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming to my senses, I said HI and we hugged each other.  She flew from New York to be in Dallas for the holidays. She just happened to be in the area so she decided to stop by and see everyone at work. She came without her boyfriend (to me---that's a good thing).  In the few minutes we had with each other, we spoke about what was going on in our lives----her schooling, my recent health ordeal.  I told her that I mailed her out a Christmas card to her college address which she'll open up when she gets back to New York. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was talking to her, I was thinking that she still looks so beautiful.  I never forgot about her after she went back to New York.  Maybe my feelings had waned just slightly, but I never forgot her.  She has so much natural beauty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that she'd stop by before going back to New York.  I really hope she does.  Just another chance to witness her beauty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let those feelings come back to me-----even if it's just for a second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-113544226290039465?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/113544226290039465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=113544226290039465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113544226290039465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113544226290039465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/12/return-of-oc-version-20.html' title='The Return Of The O.C. Version 2.0'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-113483867338200240</id><published>2005-12-17T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T08:57:53.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Card</title><content type='html'>I come into work yesterday to find a Christmas card was sitting by my computer.  It left me wondering who it came from.  It was from OC Version 2.0.  It totally surprised me.  You know it left me happy.  She wished me Merry Christmas and wanted to thank me for the emails I've sent her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.  I hope to see her again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-113483867338200240?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/113483867338200240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=113483867338200240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113483867338200240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113483867338200240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-card.html' title='Christmas Card'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-113363275934733650</id><published>2005-12-03T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T09:51:43.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What About Your Friends?</title><content type='html'>If there's one thing I've learned during my whole health ordeal, that is you know who your friends are in your time of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVIE BUDDY&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Movie Buddy whom I've been friends with for 7 years is an example.  Heck, I haven't seen her in 6 months.  I think her priorities are a little out of whack.  She basically deserted me because she needed to put her attention in getting a stock broking license.  I can understand that to a point, but she basically shut off all email communication and even phone calls from me.  During this time, she breaks it off with her boyfriend in which she was trying to get back together with.  That didn't work out with each other.  In the end, she failed in getting her license.  She isn't going to try again for a long time.  Somewhere in the mix, she's started to go to church which is devoting her time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had my hospital ordeal back in October, she was one of the first people I contacted because I thought I could depend on her to visit me.  I was so wrong.  With each text message, she kept on asking for more details about my situation (and I explained everything fully to her and yet it wasn't enough).  She never visited me at all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could've seen me.  We don't live that far away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first times that I spoke to her after I was released, she wanted to get together with me--to take me to lunch-- as part of a "I Am Sorry For Not Visiting You Since I Am Selfish."  Problem is that we could never settle on a time.  One day, she said she would call with final details.  She never did until a day after we were supposed to meet.  I just let my voicemail pick it up.  I didn't want to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thanksgiving, she wanted to wish me HAPPY THANKGIVING.  I let voicemail pick it up.  She mention that other guy she was seeing was in the hospital for heart bypass surgery.  That's where she's been hanging out at.  She went to go see some guy she's be dating for a few weeks, but she couldn't see her close friend (that's me)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sent me an email the other day saying that she promises to see before Christmas.  Doubtful.  I know it's not this weekend.  I doubt that it'll be next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE TEASE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tease is someone that I called as soon as I went into the hospital.  She called back and said that she'd see me in the hospital.  She never did either and she lives a lot closer than MOVIE BUDDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks after I was discharged from the hospital, I called her to let her know that I was out.  She apologized for not visiting me (though I don't think she meant it).  She said that her and I should get together soon.  I am thinking "yeah right."  She also asked me what I wanted for Christmas.  I haven't given it much thought.  I should've told her that she shouldn't get me anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this day, I still haven't seen her and she literally around the corner from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONCLUSION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful on who you pick as your friends.  When you need them the most, they will never be there for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-113363275934733650?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/113363275934733650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=113363275934733650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113363275934733650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113363275934733650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-about-your-friends.html' title='What About Your Friends?'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-113241956801603627</id><published>2005-11-19T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T08:59:28.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva La Raza----My Tribute To Eddie Guerrero</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, pro wrestler Eddie Guerrero passed away suddenly.  I didn't know about it until Monday morning while I was on my way to work.  While I was waiting for one of my buses to take me to work, one at the bus transit center said something about him.  It shocked me.  I went back to reading my paper to see if they had said anything about it and they did.  When I got to work, I went to www.wrestlingexposed.com to find out more information about what I had found out.  Once I started reading more into the story, I started to cry.  It was so sad for me to find out about what had happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those not familiar with him, he used to abuse drugs and alcohol.  He'd been clean for about 4 years.  If I am not mistaken, he'd just celebrated his 4th anniversary of being clean.  Unfortunately, it was his abuse in the past that kinda had a part in his untimely death.  He stayed true to his word and didn't do any more drugs.  His past abuse took a toll on his heart and basically, his heart gave out.  That and the stress of being on the road.  When you are on the road for 300 days out of the year, there's the pressure to stay on top.  One false move and some other person can take your spot.  There's the pressure of being strong.  Some people can handle it.  Some can't.  I think that he had stress well to a point.  He balanced family and wrestling.  He was able to provide for his family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing about him that I learned in his death, that was he was a born-again Christian.  He believe so much in the Lord.  He would always listen to his fellow wrestlers.  If one wrestler had a personal problem or dilemma, Eddie would be the person to turn to for guidance and understanding.  Eddie would read Bible passages to his fellow wrestlers.  What we don't see on TV means so much more backstage because it involves in a higher power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching WWE Monday Night RAW was really hard.  Watching Friday Night Smackdown was also extremely difficult too last night.  Both the RAW and Smackdown brands came together to honor the memory of Eddie.  Watching wrestlers cry proved that they are human and real just like us.  Watching regular wrestling matches was a treat to watch without all of the angles and what not that we are used to.  In between matches, wrestlers would say words about Eddie and what he meant to them.  Some were strong.  Most found it difficult to contain themselves.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unfair to say what was my favorite Eddie moment.  One thing that comes to mind was when he won the Smackdown World title last year.  He proved that he could hang with the bigger guys.  Though his reign wasn't that long, he defended that title with grace and honor.  He was a hard-working and deserving champion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie Guerrero was one of the most entertaining and charismatic wrestlers ever.  He would only the 2nd Latino wrestler (I believe) that ever held the World heavyweight title.  He's won numerous championships.  Made a lot of friends and fans.  He proved that you can come back from something bad and turn it to something great.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wrestling world lost a great hero in Eddie Guerrero.  I will miss him so much!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Eddie would always say, "Viva La Raza."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-113241956801603627?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/113241956801603627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=113241956801603627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113241956801603627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113241956801603627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/11/viva-la-raza-my-tribute-to-eddie.html' title='Viva La Raza----My Tribute To Eddie Guerrero'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-113181472279848865</id><published>2005-11-12T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T08:58:42.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Depeche Mode Experience</title><content type='html'>Tuesday night November 8, 2005 was the most amazing night I could ever imagined.  To me, they get better every time that I see them.  For 2 hours, I was in heaven.  The first part of show was a lot off their new CD.  They played about 7 songs off the new CD Playing The Angel which really worked.  The first song off the CD was the first song in the concert called "A Pain That I Am Used To."  Of course, the crowd went nuts when they did "Personal Jesus," "Enjoy The Silence," "World In My Eyes," and "Policy Of Truth"---all from the Violator CD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also went nuts for "I Feel You." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did 2 encores.  The first encore included the songs "Somebody," "Just Can't Get Enough," and "Everything Counts."  The 2nd encore had "Never Let Me Down Again" and ended the show with "Goodnight Lovers" from 2001's Exciter CD which I thought was an odd choice to end the show since it's a slow and laidback kind of song.  I thought it worked just nicely.  After all of the excitement, "Goodnight Lovers" was a way of saying "Thank you" to the crowd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to describe the stage design.  It looked a little futuristic.  The back of the stage had numerous TV screens which was set up a little crazy.  At numerous points, the TV screens had the band on it while at other points of the shows, it had little movies or something like that while a song they were performing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did the one song that is my absolute favorite DM song of all time.  It's called "Home" off the Ultra CD.  It started a little different because it was a slow remixed version that was used.  Then when they went into the 2nd verse, they went back to the original version.  The switch from the remixed to the original was done really well.  There's something about that song that I love.  Maybe the lyrics.  Maybe it's the orchestral arrangerments.  Maybe it's the emotion when it's sung.  It's a beautiful song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything that I've been through, I really needed this night.  Depeche Mode gave me that night.  It was a great concert.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS        I bought a t-shirt, a program, and a poster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-113181472279848865?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/113181472279848865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=113181472279848865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113181472279848865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113181472279848865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-depeche-mode-experience.html' title='My Depeche Mode Experience'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-113120975505634351</id><published>2005-11-05T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T08:55:55.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Healing Process</title><content type='html'>The healing process hasn't been that bad.  The wound on my left buttock is still there and will take some time to heal.  So, the bandages on my buttock still need changing on a daily basis.  Being on a diet is still rough, but I think that I am doing well on it.  A pair of jeans that I wore yesterday didn't feel right.  It felt much looser.  How much I lost in this whole ordeal-----I don't know.  I am starting to feel it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I won't ever be the same.  I still find the whole experience so surreal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-113120975505634351?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/113120975505634351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=113120975505634351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113120975505634351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113120975505634351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/11/healing-process.html' title='The Healing Process'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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-10069931.post-113120970533615463</id><published>2005-11-05T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T08:55:05.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Email From OC Version 2.0</title><content type='html'>The other day sure brightened my day.  OC Version 2.0 sent me an email.  She was wondering how my Halloween went (it didn't).  She said that she went to a Halloween party with her boyfriend.  She sent me a pic of her costume.  It was unique.  It had her as a wall socket (I guess that's what you call it).  Her bf was the plug you put in the socket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still looks beautiful.  I kinda miss her!  The crush isn't there.  She'd have to be here for my crush to reignite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows how to make my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-113120970533615463?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/113120970533615463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=113120970533615463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113120970533615463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113120970533615463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/11/email-from-oc-version-20.html' title='An Email From OC Version 2.0'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-113060091818370403</id><published>2005-10-29T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T08:48:38.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PSG</title><content type='html'>I really miss my PSG.  A few weeks ago, I wrote a post how I felt things were different with her and I.  I made a comment to her about a guy she was seeing that I really didn't mean to make.  I had felt so bad after I said what I said.  There really wasn't a time for me to make amends with her since she was going on vacation.  So I had to deal with my wrong words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought I lost her.  Though we are miles away, I feel so close to her.  She understands me more than most people that I close to here.  I don't want to lose her.  I care for her deeply.  Our phone conversations are the best times of my life.  Having phone sex with her is when I feel so complete.  Even when we don't have phone sex, talking with her is so magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSG----I love you!  You are so sweet to me.  Thank you for keeping me in your thoughts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-113060091818370403?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/113060091818370403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=113060091818370403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113060091818370403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113060091818370403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/10/psg.html' title='PSG'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-113060056126052109</id><published>2005-10-29T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T08:42:41.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hospital Stay</title><content type='html'>These past few weeks have been weird.  All of last week, I was in the hospital.  I had an abcess that wasn't going away properly.  It was causing me to be ill.  I had surgery to drain it which was fun.  I also found out that I have diabetes.  Right now, I don't need insulin.  The new diet is a pain, but is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the hospital was such a surreal experience.  To be honest, I've never been more scared in my life. I couldn't believe it that I was in the hospital.  I wish that my parents were there for me at the beginning of my hospital stay rather that towards the end like they wanted to.  I really needed them at the start.  They only live a few hours from me.  I wanted to cry at the beginning of my stay.  So I am a little disappointed at them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have plenty of phone calls from friends plus a few visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My PSG called me.  That made me very happy.  I miss her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever be the same after this?  I doubt it.  To be honest---after my hospital stay---I am still scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-113060056126052109?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/113060056126052109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=113060056126052109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113060056126052109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/113060056126052109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-hospital-stay.html' title='My Hospital Stay'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112908015342571132</id><published>2005-10-11T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T18:22:33.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Email From Office Crush Version 2.0</title><content type='html'>Late yesterday which I didn't open until this morning, I got an email from the Office Crush Version 2.0.  She was responding to the email I sent her.  I sent her an email with a picture of me in my tuxedo from my sister's wedding.  She also mentioned that she had a great weekend this past weekend.  It was her birthday.  She turned 22 on October 6 (not October 8 as I thought all this time).  She did a lot of celebrating over the weekend.  She was sweet enough to send some pics of her celebration.  Wow-----she looks beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy she sent me an email. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who read this, you know how happy I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112908015342571132?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112908015342571132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112908015342571132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112908015342571132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112908015342571132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/10/email-from-office-crush-version-20.html' title='An Email From Office Crush Version 2.0'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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-10069931.post-112908009090802420</id><published>2005-10-11T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T18:21:30.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Night Of My Life October 3, 2005</title><content type='html'>I should've wrote this last week, but last Monday (October 3) was the greatest night in my whole life.  That was because I went to see WWE Monday Night RAW wrestling at the American Airlines Center in Dallas, TX.  It was a true wrestling fans dream night.  It was first RAW to be broadcast back on the USA network after being 5 years on Spike TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made the night for me was because of the legends who made a special appearance on the show.  Those legends are: &lt;br /&gt;"The American Dream" Dusty Rhodes &lt;br /&gt;Harley Race &lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Death" Steve Williams &lt;br /&gt;"The Million Dollar Man" Ted DiBiase &lt;br /&gt;"Superfly" Jimmy Snuka &lt;br /&gt;"Superstar" Billy Graham &lt;br /&gt;Ricky "The Dragon" Steamboat &lt;br /&gt;"Rowdy" Roddy Piper &lt;br /&gt;"Cowboy" Bob Orton &lt;br /&gt;Hillbilly Jim &lt;br /&gt;Koko B. Ware &lt;br /&gt;Hulk Hogan &lt;br /&gt;Greg "The Hammer" Valentine &lt;br /&gt;The Fabulous Moolah &lt;br /&gt;Mae Young &lt;br /&gt;Steve Keirn &lt;br /&gt;Dean Malenko &lt;br /&gt;Kevin Von Erich (who got the biggest ovation because he is a Texas legend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The matches were great.  To see my favorite superstar from today, "The Heartbreak Kid" Shawn Michaels, was so great.  Who would know that he began his career 20 years ago and today he's wrestling like a rookie.  Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't go to too many live wrestling events.  I am so glad I went to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112908009090802420?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112908009090802420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112908009090802420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112908009090802420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112908009090802420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/10/greatest-night-of-my-life-october-3.html' title='The Greatest Night Of My Life October 3, 2005'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112886490832516123</id><published>2005-10-09T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T06:35:08.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately........</title><content type='html'>I've had something troubling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 weeks ago, I said something to my PSG that I didn't mean.  It just made me feel bad.  I won't say what it is because that's between PSG and me.  A few days later, she sent me a text message saying that she wasn't mad at me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last week, she called me.  We spoke.  She said that she was going on vacation (I can't remember for how long).  The phone conversation was still tense (at leastin my opinion).  I wasn't sure what to say.  During that week before we spoke again, I called and left a message and even emailed her apologizing for what I said.  What I said wasn't in the heat of anger.  It was just a stupid comment I shouldn't have said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like her a lot.  I love her actually.  For distance reason, we can never be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it over or not with PSG.  I really don't want it to be over.  Besides having the greatest phone sex EVER, we actually talk to each other about our lives.  I got to know the sweet person that she is.  She has heart.  She cares about her job and her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss talking to her.  I really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112886490832516123?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112886490832516123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112886490832516123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112886490832516123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112886490832516123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/10/lately.html' title='Lately........'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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-10069931.post-112886391320007331</id><published>2005-10-09T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T06:18:33.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then There Was Me.............</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the day that my youngest sister got married.  It was a very nice ceremony.  She looked amazing.  Wow!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So both of my sisters are married.  And then there was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the reception was nice.  I still was hungry afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed the difference with big city weddings and small town weddings.  Big city---there's actually food there and you won't go hungry.  Small town----the food is mainly finger foods and you still leave wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this case.  My best friend and I went to a restaurant to grab something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did catch the garter by default.  My best friend (who is single) didn't want to participate.  Plus, the little kids were outside playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever get married?  I doubt it.  But never say never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112886391320007331?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112886391320007331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112886391320007331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112886391320007331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112886391320007331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-then-there-was-me.html' title='And Then There Was Me.............'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112726613900394268</id><published>2005-09-20T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T18:28:59.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Girl Update</title><content type='html'>It seems that everytime I call the Bus Girl, it's always at the wrong time.  It's during the week or the weekend, it's always a bad time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to write her off.  She had an opportunity and wasted it.  Her loss especially if she asked for my number in the first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Bus Girl. &lt;br /&gt;Have a nice life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112726613900394268?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112726613900394268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112726613900394268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112726613900394268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112726613900394268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/09/bus-girl-update.html' title='Bus Girl Update'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112726608478325403</id><published>2005-09-20T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T18:28:04.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update On OC Version 2.0</title><content type='html'>I got an email from OC Version 2.0 yesterday.  She's doing well in NYC.  She's pretty busy with her senior year of college.  I am very happy for her.  I wasn't sure if I'd hear from her again.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing about the email was that she sent a pic of her and me that was taken on her last day.  I think you can believe how happy that made me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did reply to her email.  I hope she writes back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112726608478325403?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112726608478325403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112726608478325403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112726608478325403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112726608478325403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/09/update-on-oc-version-20.html' title='An Update On OC Version 2.0'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112637275417875635</id><published>2005-09-10T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T10:21:35.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Story (Dedicated To My PSG)</title><content type='html'>As I enter her place, she says HI to me in her seductive voice.  We both knew what we wanted.  After she says HI, our lips lock.  Our tongues wrestle each other immediately.  We both could feel the passion burn so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We close the front door and head straight to her bedroom.  As we lie heavily making out on her bed, she could definitely feel the rise in my pants.  She unzips, unbuckle, and unbotton my pants, she puts her hand right on my cock.  She starts to stroke it slowly.  She loves it when I breathe heavily.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands makes it way up her skirt.  My middle finger feels how wet (through her panties) she is.  I pull her black silk panties down and continue to finger her while I kiss her.  I move my thumb to her asshole and then fuck her asshole with it while my middle finger continues to fuck her pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't take anymore and she takes my pants off, removes my red silk with yellow flames boxers, and starts to suck on my cock.  She loves to suck my cock.  She caresses my balls as she goes in deep.  She prefers that I lay down while she sucks my cock.  It doesn't matter to me.  As long as I am with her, I love for her to suck my cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am going to cum, but then she pulls it out of her mouth.  She wants me to penetrate her.  I am happy to oblige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask her how she wants it.  She says she wants for me to be on top.  I then ask her if she wants me to use a condom.  She says no.  She wants to feel my cum when I cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she lies on her back, I take it and slide it into her HOT and wet pussy.  I slide it in slowly and softly.  Already, she can feel how I feel about her.  I love the way she looks as I fuck her.  The way she "oohs" and "ahhs" is just so amazing.  I love the way her juices feel on my cock.  She has a very right pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As each second ticks away, we get a little faster.  The faster we go, the heavier she breathes.  The heavier she breathes, the more beautiful she looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells me how she loves the way my balls sound when they are slapped across her body.  She can feel the precum as I am almost ready to cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As her enthuasiam grows, she yells my name.  I love the way she yells my name when we have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells me that she is ready to feel me cum inside her.  I was wondering what took her so long for her to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's ready.  She yells my name so loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cum............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came a lot for her.  She wanted to feel every bit of my cum inside.  As I finished my cum inside her, I cuddled next to her and whispered in her ear "You were great!" and "I Love You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued.......................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112637275417875635?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112637275417875635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112637275417875635' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112637275417875635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112637275417875635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/09/special-story-dedicated-to-my-psg.html' title='A Special Story (Dedicated To My PSG)'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112622784213951437</id><published>2005-09-08T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T18:04:02.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I Should've Said Last Week.........</title><content type='html'>Last week (August 31) was OC Version 1.0's birthday.  It's a date that I can't forget since it's so close to my best friend's b-day.  I haven't heard from Version 1.0 since her sudden departure from my job.  Chances are I'll never hear from her again.  I just wanted someone to know that I wasn't forgetting about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Office Crush Version 1.0.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112622784213951437?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112622784213951437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112622784213951437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112622784213951437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112622784213951437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/09/something-i-shouldve-said-last-week.html' title='Something I Should&apos;ve Said Last Week.........'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112622768649530046</id><published>2005-09-08T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T18:01:26.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping La Familia</title><content type='html'>Ever since I came back to work on Tuesday, it's been insane.  First of all, where I work at, we've set up a makeshift relief call center for the hurricane victims that specifically work for my company.  We have a warehouse in New Orleans.  As of this morning, we've only had about 15 employees that haven't been accounted for.  That's out of a few hundred.  So, that's good.  We are doing all we can to help our "family" out with housing issues, food, clothing, supplies, jobs at our other branches, etc.  It's great to see my company come together  This is the type of insane that I can deal with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112622768649530046?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112622768649530046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112622768649530046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112622768649530046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112622768649530046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/09/helping-la-familia.html' title='Helping La Familia'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112515855221684070</id><published>2005-08-27T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T09:02:32.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OC Version 2.0's Last Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was OC V2.0's last day.  Surprisingly, I took it well.  I guess because I hadn't seen much of her in the last week.   I spoke with her a bit on Thursday.  Found out that she's 21 and her b-day is October 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did see her, she looked so HOT as usual---jeans and a t-shirt.  I spoke with her for a bit.  She had her camera with her and wanted to take pics of just about everyone.  Of course, she took a pic of her and me.  I had my camera and I took a pic of her by herself and another of her and me.  I did give her a a going away card that took me several days to figure out what I wanted to write in it.  I didn't want to sound cheesy.  I think that in the end, it did sound a little cheesy.  I didn't tell her how I really felt about her.  I tried to keep it simple.  I told her that it was a joy to have met her and how she made my days bright.  I told her how I hope our paths cross again.  I gave her my # and email addresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever see her again?  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll always leave a lasting memory in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112515855221684070?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112515855221684070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112515855221684070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112515855221684070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112515855221684070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/08/oc-version-20s-last-day.html' title='OC Version 2.0&apos;s Last Day'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112484673033434838</id><published>2005-08-23T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T18:26:18.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SummerSlam 2005</title><content type='html'>SummerSlam 2005 results &lt;br /&gt;August 21, 2005 &lt;br /&gt;US Air Arena &lt;br /&gt;Washington, DC &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Chris Benoit defeats Orlando Jordan in 24 seconds to win the US Championship &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Edge beats Matt Hardy in 4:48 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Rey Mystero Jr. beats Eddie Guerrero in  20:19 in a ladder match &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Kurt Angle beats Eugene in 4:33 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Randy Orton defeats Undertaker in 17:17 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  John Cena retains RAW World Championship against Chris Jericho in 14:50 by pinfall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Batista pins John Bradford Layfield in 9:05 to retain the Smackdown World Championship &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Hulk Hogan defeats Shawn Michaels in 21:24&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112484673033434838?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112484673033434838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112484673033434838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112484673033434838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112484673033434838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/08/summerslam-2005.html' title='SummerSlam 2005'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112455353420525334</id><published>2005-08-20T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T08:58:54.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LS1 Made My Day</title><content type='html'>I went to my monthly visit to my hairstylist.  Of course, no one does my hair better the LS1 (aka Latina Hairstylist 1).  With all of the distractions that I have been going through, seeing LS1 (and LS2 for that matter) was a welcome sight.  LS1 looked so beautiful today.  She has the best set of lips that I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She recently went to Mexico for a little holiday.  She brought me back something which was cool.  It was some Mexican candy.  It's all wrapped up so (as of this writing) I don't know what it looks like.  It reminds me a sausage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LS1 is the greatest.  She made my day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112455353420525334?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112455353420525334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112455353420525334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112455353420525334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112455353420525334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/08/ls1-made-my-day.html' title='LS1 Made My Day'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112455317116902494</id><published>2005-08-20T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T08:52:51.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats To TK</title><content type='html'>Today is the day that my 8th grade girlfriend is getting married.  For the most part, I am happy for her.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll call her TK (her initials) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give the short story, we dated our 8th grade (1987-1988) year.  We had met 18 years ago this August at a roller skating rink.  We exchanged #s and kept in contact.  We went to different junior high schools.  She had friends at my junior high who I knew also.  I just didn't know of that connection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we broke up June 1988 because I had to move to Texas.  The breakup was good though I had a rough time dealing with it afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We remained friends though.  We wrote to each other and called each other every once in awhile throughout the years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would TK see during my visits to Fort Collins, CO in 1992, 1996, 1998, and 1999.  The last email I got from her was around 2004.  I have never been able to figure out why we stopped talking.  I've always thought it might've been something I said or did though I can never remember exact what I could've said/done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was because our values are different.  She was raised a preacher's daughter and really held on to those values of the church.  She had a little wild streak as a teen but realized that the way of the Lord was really her way to go.  I don't find anything wrong with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that there's a part of the 14 year old in me that wishes it was me eventually marrying her.  We were 14 at the time and talked about it though I think we knew it'd be impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether she knows it or not, she will always be one of only a few true loves of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one day, I'll write the whole story about her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats TK.  No matter what happened with our friendship, I am happy for you and your new marriage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112455317116902494?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112455317116902494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112455317116902494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112455317116902494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112455317116902494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/08/congrats-to-tk.html' title='Congrats To TK'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112424163836637300</id><published>2005-08-16T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T18:20:38.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Long Awaited Return To San Antonio, TX</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, I went to San Antonio, TX for the 1st time since 1982 when I was just 8 years old.  The purpose of the visit was to help my friend and her husband get rid of some things from their San Antonio house (actually, they live in nearby Cibolo, but you might as well say San Antonio) and donate it.  We didn't get that far.  Just finding stuff that they didn't need and we donated it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went along because I hadn't been in the area since '82 and I thought it would be a blast to go.  Indeed, it was a blast.  We went to Alamo and the Riverwalk, but the major highlight was going to this 24 hour Mexican restaurant called Mi Tierra.  I swear----the is the best place to go.  From my first step inside there, I fell in love with the place.  You got your souvenir shop.  The food was great.  There was a 2 man mariachi band that walked all over the place.  For $5, they'll personally play you a song.  The best part of my experience was their bakery with all of these Mexican sweets  I had to get a few sweets for me.  I am totally in love with Mi Tierra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love San Antonio.  There were some serious HOT Latinas there.  Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.  Very beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I can live in San Antonio, but I can definitely go there again.  I can guarantee that it won't be another 23 years before I visit that place again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be there again really soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112424163836637300?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112424163836637300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112424163836637300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112424163836637300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112424163836637300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-long-awaited-return-to-san-antonio.html' title='My Long Awaited Return To San Antonio, TX'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112424157244856218</id><published>2005-08-16T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T18:19:32.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Most Interesting Twist With OC V2.0</title><content type='html'>After really not seeing her for a week or so, I had the chance to corner down OC V2.0  yesterday.  I wanted to see what was up with her since I haven't spoken to her for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saying our beginning greetings, she dropped the bombshell that she's given her 2 weeks notice.  I couldn't believe it.  I didn't know what to say.  Whatever I said, I can't remember it.  She is leaving to continue her college education which I can understand that.  Still, I can't believe she's leaving.  We talked about how our weekends went, but all that I could play in my head was the Hall &amp; Oates hit "She's Gone" and Mariah Carey's version of the 70s hit "Without You." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, why should it bother me?  One person told me, I hardly know the person.  That person is correct-----besides the HIs and smiles and waves of HELLO, I do hardly know the person other than she's has a boyfriend and lives 5 minutes from work.  I thought I wasn't going to get over OC V1.0, but I did.  What should 2.0 be any different?  After time, she'll be just a faded memory.  Besides, The Bus Girl seems to be a good prospect too though her exact whereabouts are unknown until she comes back to Texas from Chicago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, maybe I am tired of playing on the sidelines.  Maybe I don't want to have Version 3.0.  Maybe I should say something and risk my dignity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wished that I could've not seen her at all yesterday and probably the next two weeks.  The next two weeks are going to be so rough for me.  I don't know how I am going to cope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was rough.  I saw her 3 times and it just ruined my day because I knew she was leaving soon.  Of course I said HI to her all of those times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112424157244856218?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112424157244856218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112424157244856218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112424157244856218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112424157244856218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/08/most-interesting-twist-with-oc-v20.html' title='A Most Interesting Twist With OC V2.0'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112380932543100291</id><published>2005-08-11T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T18:15:25.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bad</title><content type='html'>Called PSG yesterday (or at least tried).  She picked up and accidentally hung up.  She was half asleep when she did.  For whatever reason, I took it the wrong way.  I shouldn't have.  It was an honest mistake.  I know she would never do that on purpose.  My bad for being mad at her for the wrong reason.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's an amazing woman who I have great phone sex with.  I can't believe her and I have been "together" for almost 6 months.  Time flies when you are having great phone sex.  It get better and better every time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112380932543100291?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112380932543100291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112380932543100291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112380932543100291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112380932543100291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-bad.html' title='My Bad'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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-10069931.post-112380912088708142</id><published>2005-08-11T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T18:12:00.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O.C. V2.0 Update 8/11/05</title><content type='html'>I really haven't seen much of her.  She still works here.  That's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking that the less I see of her, will I forget her and the crush will be gone?  I hope she's OK.  She has a beautiful smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112380912088708142?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112380912088708142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112380912088708142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112380912088708142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112380912088708142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/08/oc-v20-update-81105.html' title='O.C. V2.0 Update 8/11/05'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112380899052169671</id><published>2005-08-11T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T18:09:50.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bus Girl Update</title><content type='html'>I called The Bus Girl last Saturday night.  Turns out she's in Mexico enjoying the rest of her "vacation" before heading back to Chicago to get her stuff to move back here.  When speaking to her, she said that she wanted to send me a postcard.  So, I can't wait to get a postcard from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I'll see her again before too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112380899052169671?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112380899052169671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112380899052169671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112380899052169671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112380899052169671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/08/bus-girl-update.html' title='The Bus Girl Update'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112334308884953176</id><published>2005-08-06T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T08:44:48.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Bus Girl Update</title><content type='html'>The other day, I tried calling The Bus Girl again.  As you know, I haven't had a lot of luck.  I tried again.  She actually answered.  She still remembered me.  That was good.  She explained (and I gave her the benefit of the doubt) that her purse and phone were stolen.  She just had a lot going on.  She was glad to hear from me. Then she mentioned that she was going back to Chicago to get her things and move the Dallas-Fort Worth area!  YEAH!  I did ask her if she had time before she left if she could see me.  She mentioned that maybe not since she has a lot going on.  She did promise me once she gets back.  Yeah!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still hoping to see her before she head back to Chicago.  She's not scheduled to leave for another 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made my day by talking to her.  And I made sure I told her that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112334308884953176?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112334308884953176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112334308884953176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112334308884953176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112334308884953176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/08/another-bus-girl-update.html' title='Another Bus Girl Update'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112334277244968627</id><published>2005-08-06T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T08:39:32.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cowboys Came &amp; Went</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at work, former Dallas Cowboys Troy Aikman and Roger Staubach came to where I work today.  They were here for lunch with the president of where I work.  It was highly secretive.  One of my close confidants at work knew and didn't even tell me.  Most people over here at work didn't know until they were leaving.  To me and a lot of people, this was a BIG deal.  These were two of the most the best Cowboys ever to grace the football field.  I didn't get to meet them though.  It might be a good thing----I was wearing a Denver Broncos t-shirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112334277244968627?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112334277244968627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112334277244968627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112334277244968627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112334277244968627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/08/cowboys-came-went.html' title='The Cowboys Came &amp; Went'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112334266945979328</id><published>2005-08-06T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T08:37:49.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem For Office Crush Version 2.0</title><content type='html'>When I see her, my hands fumble &lt;br /&gt;When I see her, I begin to stumble &lt;br /&gt;For whatever reasons, she's consumed my mind &lt;br /&gt;Is she the one whose heart that I must find &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see her, she sends me a smile &lt;br /&gt;When I see her, we talk for a little little while &lt;br /&gt;When she waves HI, she also says Hello &lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind being her fellow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see her, she makes my day &lt;br /&gt;When I see her, I forget the perfect words to say &lt;br /&gt;I think about her every day and night &lt;br /&gt;In a dark room, she is the angelic light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112334266945979328?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112334266945979328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112334266945979328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112334266945979328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112334266945979328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/08/poem-for-office-crush-version-20.html' title='A Poem For Office Crush Version 2.0'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112260014221762181</id><published>2005-07-28T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T18:22:22.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Woman On The Bus Update</title><content type='html'>I've tried calling this past Monday and Wednesday the woman from the bus.  Both times, I've gotten voicemail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it wasn't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It puzzles me----she asks for my number and she hasn't called yet.  She gives me her number and she hasn't answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I tried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112260014221762181?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112260014221762181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112260014221762181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112260014221762181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112260014221762181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/07/woman-on-bus-update.html' title='The Woman On The Bus Update'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112259994419277710</id><published>2005-07-28T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T18:19:04.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Talent Show (A Story From My Childhood)</title><content type='html'>Talent competitions can be fun yet so nervewracking.  I remember back in February 1986, I tried out for a citywide talent competition.  My talent at the time was the accordion (YES---I played the accordion).  I was the only accordionist in that year's competition.  I was going up against singers, dancers, pianists, etc.  I remember I froze during tryouts during a crucial part of the song.  I then continued on with the song.  I made it to finals.  Finals were nervewracking.  I was great with my performance.  I played in front of at least 1,000 (maybe a little more than that).  I think I would cracked if I knew ahead of time that my accordion instructor was in the audience.  And to find out after it was over, my instructor sat behind my parents.  So you got my parents, my sisters who were 7 years and 4 months each respectively, plus my music teacher from my elementary school that were in the audience-------that's pressure.  Also, one of my best friends at the time was in the same category as me and he was a great pianist.  At the time, I knew I had talent.  I was a pretty decent accordion player then.  I think I wanted to try out because I wanted to know how good I was against other kids who had different talent.  The tryouts were interesting.  There were some contestants that no reason to be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one girl in the competition that was in the same category as me.  She was a great singer.  She should've won the category we were in but she didn't even place if I remember correctly.  She went on to better things.  She had a small part in a John Denver Christmas movie.  She went on to record an album as part of an all girl singing group.  That didn't work out too well but the album was great.  I don't know what ever happened to that girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That competition was so fun though.  I was glad to have participated in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS        I still have that same accordion, but I haven't played it in years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112259994419277710?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112259994419277710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112259994419277710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112259994419277710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112259994419277710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/07/talent-show-story-from-my-childhood.html' title='The Talent Show (A Story From My Childhood)'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112242553130971363</id><published>2005-07-26T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T17:52:11.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bus Ride That Started Off Crappy But Ended On A Great Note</title><content type='html'>****editor's note----this is pretty much the same story I've emailed to a few readers plus some other people.  After writing about the story a few times.  I just wrote one more time so I can cut and paste for more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into a shouting match with a guy on a bus on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I got on the bus outside my apt to go to the Magnolia Theater.  I sat in the middle of the bus and then it was 2 female passengers and the female bus driver.  A few stops along the way, this one guy got on with a huge plastic storage container.  Considering the going ons in London, the bus driver asked him what was in the container.  He didn't answer but instead started going off on her and the two female passengers.  He was saying foul language to them which wasn't called for.  I was silent for as long as I could.  After a minute or two, I had enough.  I said to the guy to shut the f**k up.  He then made his comments toward me.  Him and I started exchanging words.  He called me something derogatory.  So, I stood up for the gals.  I thought it was disrespectful for that guy to make those comments.  I just continued to tell him how he should shut up and stop disrespecting the women and me on the bus.  After a few minutes of more exchanging words, he got off the bus before bus security police came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he got off, the gals thanked me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more to the story................... &lt;br /&gt;As the bus continued its way, I made my way towards one of the gals up front and started talking to her.  She'd just flown into from Chicago.  She took the local bus from DFW Airport.  She was taking the bus to somewhere in north Dallas, so we'd be talking for a bit.  Got to know her for as long as I was on since I got off the bus before she would.  She's single.  She's going to be in Dallas for the next month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that she asked me for my #.  I said yes.  I gave her mine and I got her's.  She likes independent movies.  She said that maybe her and I should go to one and I said sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was very pretty.  Shoulder length brunette, 27, about 5'7", Latina (I am pretty sure about it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for my sisters coming into town this weekend, I'd asked her out to a movie and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never thought I'd meet a girl on the bus and give MY #.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112242553130971363?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112242553130971363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112242553130971363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112242553130971363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112242553130971363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/07/bus-ride-that-started-off-crappy-but.html' title='The Bus Ride That Started Off Crappy But Ended On A Great Note'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112199569536858586</id><published>2005-07-21T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T18:28:15.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OC Version 2.0 Update 7/21/05</title><content type='html'>There hasn't been much to write about.  I haven't seen much of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was odd.  I was leaving the copy room.  I notice her through the corner of my eye.  I turned to the direction she was walking.  Yep----it was her.  This time though, there was a guy with her that I would assume could be a BF.  Ugggh.  She waves at me with her usual beautiful smile.  I wave back with my smile.  I immediately thought that maybe that wasn't the best idea being that he could be her that I've dreaded.  I am thinking "I hope she doesn't get into trouble for waving to another guy."  God, I hope he wasn't the BF.  It's only natural for us to wave HI to each other whenever we see each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird----I'll send her a quick email saying "Hi" or "How was your weekend?" but she won't respond to my emails.  It's an email once every week or so and not everyday.  Whenever I run into her in the hallway or breakroom, she'll ALWAYS say HI to me, wave, and let out a huge smile.  I don't get it if she does that and not respond to my email.  I think she know of my interest.  Maybe it's the way she's playing the game.  I am anxious to find out if he is the BF or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I saw her and the usual HI, wave, and smile. We actually spoke for a minute---asking how each other's day was and we went our separate ways.  It was only 2 minutes later, that we see each other again and we did the HI, wave, and smile to each other.  We quickly said "Fancy meeting you here."  Maybe it was fate that we saw each other twice in less that 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like her.  I am fascinated by her.  I really want to get to know her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112199569536858586?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112199569536858586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112199569536858586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112199569536858586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112199569536858586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/07/oc-version-20-update-72105.html' title='OC Version 2.0 Update 7/21/05'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112199511842460897</id><published>2005-07-21T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T18:18:38.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Love Of My Life" Lyrics</title><content type='html'>I think with my recent post about Deidra.  This Queen keeps getting into my head.  I looked up a website and here are the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the song "Love Of My Life" as performed by Queen.  It's one of my favorite songs of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE OF MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;Love of my life you've hurt me&lt;br /&gt;You've broken my heart and now you leave me&lt;br /&gt;Love of my life can't you see&lt;br /&gt;Bring it back bring it back&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it away from me&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't know&lt;br /&gt;What it means to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love of my life don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;You've taken my love you now desert me&lt;br /&gt;Love of my life can't you see&lt;br /&gt;Bring it back bring it back&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it away from me&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't know&lt;br /&gt;What it means to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will remember&lt;br /&gt;When this is blown over&lt;br /&gt;And everything's all by the way&lt;br /&gt;When I grow older&lt;br /&gt;I will be there at your side to remind you&lt;br /&gt;How I still love you I still love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back hurry back&lt;br /&gt;Please bring it back home to me&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't know&lt;br /&gt;What it means to me&lt;br /&gt;Love of my life&lt;br /&gt;Love of my life&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112199511842460897?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112199511842460897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112199511842460897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112199511842460897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112199511842460897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/07/love-of-my-life-lyrics.html' title='&quot;Love Of My Life&quot; Lyrics'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112153481673292430</id><published>2005-07-16T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T10:26:56.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monthly Trip To The Stylist</title><content type='html'>This morning, I went to get my haircut at my favorite salon.  I needed one.  I needed to stop their too because I needed to give my stylist LS1 (Latina Stylist #1)a gift from my vacation to Colorado.  She was absolutle beautiful.  She is always looking great.  She wasn't aware that I was coming in even though I called (the receptionist wrote my time on the wrong page).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was wearing black---short black skirt, blouse, and shoes!  No stockings.  I was trying to keep my composure.  She has the perfect hair, eyes, and lips.  Mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spoke for awhile after my haircut was completed.  I showed her my pics from my vacation.  We had a nice conversation.  I like her.  Too bad she is married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also gave LS2 (another crush I sorta have) a gift too.  I didn't speak to her that much since she had a customer.  She is HOT too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who's hotter, but I am definitely partial to LS1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next month............................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112153481673292430?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112153481673292430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112153481673292430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112153481673292430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112153481673292430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/07/monthly-trip-to-stylist.html' title='The Monthly Trip To The Stylist'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112153433624916890</id><published>2005-07-16T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T10:18:56.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PSG</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I wrote about PSG.  We just haven't had the time to have phone sex as much as we both want to.  When we do, it's so amazing.  We don't say a lot.  It's a lot of heavy breathing.  When she cums, OH MY GOD----it's great.  I think we will 2nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too bad we are not in the same state.  Major bed rocking would happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112153433624916890?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112153433624916890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112153433624916890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112153433624916890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112153433624916890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/07/psg.html' title='PSG'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112153412714372290</id><published>2005-07-16T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T10:15:27.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Sunday</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, I had sex with S.  S is a nice girl, but I still have no feelings for her.  While I was having sex with her, my mind was elsewhere.  I thought about my PSG (phone sex girlfriend).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that all that S wants to do whenever we hang out is have sex.  Sex is fine, but I am want more and I don't think I can get that from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something more.  I just don't know what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112153412714372290?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112153412714372290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112153412714372290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112153412714372290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112153412714372290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/07/last-sunday.html' title='Last Sunday'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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-10069931.post-112153388934737232</id><published>2005-07-16T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T10:11:29.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep It Up</title><content type='html'>I've decided to keep my post about Deidra.  She is the only one I've really referred to by name.  If she ever finds this blog, that's fine.  I haven't spoken to her in years so it wouldn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I contemplated deleting this entry because she is impossible to get out of my head.  Sometimes, I just need a reminder of who she is and what she means/meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll keep it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112153388934737232?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112153388934737232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112153388934737232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112153388934737232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112153388934737232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/07/keep-it-up.html' title='Keep It Up'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112061302283659279</id><published>2005-07-05T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T18:23:42.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story Of Deidra Update</title><content type='html'>I was just on Google, just wondering if there was any updates on Deidra.  Yes there was and it wasn't the one I was expecting.  It turns out she got married.  When?  I don't know.  The search results brought out her name plus her married name.  I clicked to check it out and there was a pic of her next to her married name.  It was her alright.  The pic could've been better.  She now lives closer to me.  She lives in Austin, TX at a particular university I won't say (hint---Longhorns).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to say now.  I am trying to compose myself while I write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who read my previous entry about her should figure out that heart will always ache for her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've lost my chance forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Deidra!  I hope you are OK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112061302283659279?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112061302283659279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112061302283659279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112061302283659279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112061302283659279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/07/story-of-deidra-update.html' title='The Story Of Deidra Update'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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-10069931.post-112061267657029068</id><published>2005-07-05T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T18:17:56.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OC Version 2.0 Update</title><content type='html'>Upon returning to work, I gave OC V2.0 a couple of postcards and some magnets from my trip to Colorado.  She stopped by my desk to get them.  We got to talking about what's been going on.  In the short time I spoke with her, we talked about movies and stuff.  She asked me where I go to see my movies.  She was thinking I go to one end of town where I live where it turns out I go to the other side of my town to see my movies.  She then said that the town where her ex (YES she said ex) lives.  She went to my part of town often.  That made me wonder------yes there could be a possibility for me.  I was flirting with major.  I told her that maybe we should go to a movie sometime if I only had her number.  She said I should email it to me.  I did----the ball's in her court I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is--------I should've written my number on a piece of paper and given it to her right on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Homer Simpson........"DOH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112061267657029068?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112061267657029068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112061267657029068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112061267657029068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112061267657029068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/07/oc-version-20-update.html' title='OC Version 2.0 Update'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-112061234387441586</id><published>2005-07-05T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T18:12:23.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Vacation</title><content type='html'>If anyone is wondering, I am back from vacation.  My vacation to Fort Collins, CO was good.  When I get a chance, I'll have to write about it.  In some ways, it wasn't as great as last year's, but this year's had its points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-112061234387441586?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/112061234387441586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=112061234387441586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112061234387441586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/112061234387441586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-from-vacation.html' title='Back From Vacation'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-111940049691561348</id><published>2005-06-21T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T17:34:56.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OC Version 2.0</title><content type='html'>Could there be a new Office Crush (OC) in the wings for me?  Possibly.  I'll call this one OC V2.0 (stands for Office Crush Version 2.0) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is quite attractive though not like the original OC.  This newest version stands on its own.  One things that attracts me to her is that she's a Latina.  I think she's in the same office position as the original OC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I ran into OC V2.0 twice.  Once was about 1220pm today.  She was filing some papers and I happened to walk past her.  It had been a few days since I've last spoken to her.  I couldn't help but to stop and say HI to her.  She looked amazing.  We spent a few minutes talking and then I had to be on my way.  I had to go to lunch.  So I am in the breakroom warming up my lunch when (POW) here she comes walking in from the other door.  She says HI.  I then sat down with my lunch.  She warms up her lunch and then sits at my table (I was the only one sitting at the table).  We talked some more which was really nice.  She's really nice.  She doesn't have a set time of going to lunch.  Maybe I should ask her when she does so we can have lunch together.  What's the harm in that?  Since introducing myself to her a few weeks ago, we say HI to each other now whenever we see each other in the hallway or breakroom.  So there's that mutual respect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like her.  How much?  I don't know.  It's still really too early to tell.  I'd like to get to know her more as a friend.  I would definitely say that there's a little crush I have on her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to continue.............................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-111940049691561348?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/111940049691561348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=111940049691561348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111940049691561348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111940049691561348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/06/oc-version-20.html' title='OC Version 2.0'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-111940046139553422</id><published>2005-06-21T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T17:34:21.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>Vacation is just a couple of days away and I am as ready as I'll ever be.  Over the last few days, I've been feeling really jittery about going----almost to the point in which I wanted to back out.  Now, that's not the case.  I am all packed and ready to go.  I know what CDs I am taking with me (always a priority with me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this vacation is as successful as last year's.  I am trying to figure out where I am going to throw up this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the beer festival going on the week that I am there.  That should be exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I hook up with anyone?  I seriously doubt it.  Never say never-----right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see my aunts, uncles, and cousins.  Then, there's my best friend, her husband, and their 3 kids.  It'll be a busy time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also the Russian Girl who is staying in Estes Park.  I need to visit her. She has a boyfriend with her so nothing can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one person that I really would like to see one more time.  I doubt it that she'll want to see me.  She's too busy planning for her future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sure to blog about my (mis)adventures when I get back.  I tend to stay away from any computers while I am on vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck------------I might need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-111940046139553422?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/111940046139553422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=111940046139553422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111940046139553422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111940046139553422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/06/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-111879848633884208</id><published>2005-06-14T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T18:21:26.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Russian Girl</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago, I received an email from a Russian girl.  She was a waitress that I met in Estes Park, CO last summer.  She is a total sweetheart.  She was in Estes Park for the summer.  I got her email address and had a picture taken with her.  That was totally cool.  We exchanged a few emails but we lost contact with each other for one reason or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she emailed me a couple of weeks ago, she said that she was back in the United States after going back to Russia for school.  She first emailed me from NYC.  She was trying to find work there but was having a hard time.  She was comtemplating going back to Estes Park.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I responded by saying that I was glad that she was back in the US and hope that she could make her way Estes Park since I was going to be in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responded a few hours later saying that she indeed made her way back to Estes Park.  She was hoping to see me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have exchanged a few emails.  Her emails are short in her best English.  She tries though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what day I am going to see her when I am in Colorado in another 1 1/2 weeks.  I am trying to get the details worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS  She has a boyfriend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-111879848633884208?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/111879848633884208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=111879848633884208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111879848633884208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111879848633884208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/06/russian-girl.html' title='The Russian Girl'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-111819299343498967</id><published>2005-06-07T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T18:24:01.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Texas Showgirls</title><content type='html'>I went to Texas Showgirls again.  The girl who "teased my dick" from a previous time was there again.  She "took care of me" the same way as last time.  It felt so good.  It was worth the wait since I waited until about after 100am before she really sat with me.  Besides teasing my dick we talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made sure that I left with her # and her email address though when I tried emailing her, it came back to me as undeliverable.  Oh well---the # seems legit.  I called and left a message.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her again last night, left a message.  She called back.  She was at work.  We spoke for awhile.  Not sure if and when we'll see each other.  I jacked off for her.  That's what she wanted me to.  We DIDN'T have phone sex though.  She just wanted me to jack off for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a featured dancer there at Texas Showgirls by the name of Chevelle.  She was really HOT.  She was making appearances all weekend long.  I got there and gave her $1 bills while she was onstage.  She passed out pics of her.  I must've gotten about 8 pics of her----all of them she personally autographed.  I should've gotten a table dance out of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-111819299343498967?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/111819299343498967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=111819299343498967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111819299343498967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111819299343498967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-to-texas-showgirls.html' title='Back To Texas Showgirls'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-111819269388488864</id><published>2005-06-07T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T18:04:53.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grocery Store Gal</title><content type='html'>Went to my local grocery store for my usual weekly stuff.  There's a girl that works in the customer service desk that I've always had my eye on.  I hadn't seen her in about 4 months since I'd usually see her once or twice a week at various points.  During those 4 months, I didn't see her.  I was afaid to ask anyone.  I thought she had quit.  When I saw there Saturday night at the store, you wouldn't believe how happy I was to tell her.  We spoke for a few minutes.  She told me that normally does days now but she worked that night as  a favor.  I was relieved she still works there.  I admit that I have a huge crush on her.  I really like her smile.  I don't know if it would work though, she is 10 years younger than I am.  She seems mature.  I'd like to get to know her better.  I am not sure if it's worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-111819269388488864?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/111819269388488864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=111819269388488864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111819269388488864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111819269388488864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/06/grocery-store-gal.html' title='The Grocery Store Gal'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-111819261258162801</id><published>2005-06-07T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T18:03:32.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Adventures With "The Tease"</title><content type='html'>Saw "The Tease" twice over the weekend.  The first was this past Friday.  She was finally moving into her new apartment.  She lives around the corner from me now.  On Friday, she had wanted me to come check it out.  I went there.  She wanted me to help her move a few things.  I just knew it. Blasted.  The next time was last night when she was having her housewarming party.  Some housewarming party----when I got there, little did I know that this would also turn into a Mary Kay demonstration.  If I knew that this would happen, I would've stayed home.  This is one reason why I hate going to parties---someone's always trying to sell you something.  I stayed for until the demonstation was over.  I am so mad at her for doing this to me. I should've taken my gift back for that, but that's not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just a sucker for her.  I keep telling myself that I won't see her again yet I still do.  Before last Friday night, it had been 2 months since I last saw her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-111819261258162801?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/111819261258162801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=111819261258162801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111819261258162801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111819261258162801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/06/more-adventures-with-tease.html' title='More Adventures With &quot;The Tease&quot;'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-111819246531657854</id><published>2005-06-07T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T18:01:05.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Cell Phone</title><content type='html'>I got finally got my first cellphone.  After years of saying "I'll never get one.", I finally got one.  I really don't know why I never got one.  All these years, I felt that I never needed one.  I've kinda changed my tune about it.  I got one with a picture phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning so much with it.  I decided to go with the same company as my parents and youngest sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got people to call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-111819246531657854?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/111819246531657854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=111819246531657854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111819246531657854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111819246531657854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-1st-cell-phone.html' title='My 1st Cell Phone'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-111776059493447358</id><published>2005-06-02T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T18:03:14.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Erasure Concert Was Awesome</title><content type='html'>This past Tuesday, I did go to the Erasure concert in Dallas.  I didn't realize how small the theater was, but then again---I hardly looked to the back of me as I was about less than 20ft from the stage.  It was an amazing concert.  I've been a fan since my high school days.  I didn't think that I would get a chance to see then a 2nd time in my life.  I've been so lucky to do so.  They put on an interesting show.  I've have a couple concerts of their's (one on VHS and the other on DVD).  They're awesome!  I love heavy metal and it'll always be a part of me, but there's something about Erasure's music (and also Depeche Mode) that stands out.  It has more feelings and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did a good mix of the old stuff plus a lot of stuff from their latest album Nightbird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still beaming from that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-111776059493447358?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/111776059493447358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=111776059493447358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111776059493447358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111776059493447358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/06/erasure-concert-was-awesome.html' title='The Erasure Concert Was Awesome'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-111776043035907462</id><published>2005-06-02T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T18:00:30.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story Of Deidra</title><content type='html'>A conversation with someone brought back some memories of some from my past.  It's someone that I don't think that I've gotten totally over.  I haven't heard from this woman since 1997.  At this rate, I may never will again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Deidra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If first met Deidra around August 1995.  At that time, I was a student at DeVry plus a student employee there (I work in the attendance office and was a resident assistant.).  One day, I walked into the Student Services Office on campus to check on my resident assistant duties.  There Deidra was.  She was applying for a full time position at DeVry.  I introduced myself and made small talk.  That was it.  I was hoping that she'd get hired.  I wasn't holding my breath though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later, I find out that she was hired.  Woo hoo.  I knew I'd be working with her since that's was in her job description.  I was excited yet knew nothing could ever happen from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time went on, I'd report to her concerning DeVry Housing issues.  Meetings, inspections, that type of stuff.  Spending more time with her, I got to know the type of person she was.  She was woman from West Texas.  She was blonde, thin, brown eyes, about 5'5", and 2 years older than me.  There was something about her that attracted me to her.  Uhh ohh!  I was started to have feelings for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, Deidra and I would have lunch at this pizza buffet place.  We would take turns paying.  I was trying to not have feeling for her since she was my supervisor.  We had so much in common-----TV shows, music, movies, and beer.  I thought that she is a cool person.  I tried to see her in different lights, but all of those lights were telling me that I was falling for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to November 27, 1995-----the Monday after Thanksgiving.  I just had a horrible Thanksgiving weekend (that's another story).  On Mondays, I would file a report with Deidra on all housing and personal issues.  The majority of my report had to do with my Thanksgiving.  I gave it to her and went along my business.  Later that afternoon, I am in the hallway on campus and here she comes.  She was actually going to come to the attendance office to talk with me.  I apologized to her for that depressing report.  She said that it was OK.  And then, she asks me if I wanted to go to a movie with her Friday night.  I said yes without thinking about it.  We couldn't decide what to see.  We had the rest of the week to figure that out.  We never officially called it a date.  On December 1, we went to out favorite pizza buffet place for dinner.  She chose where to go.  We could've gone to the theater closest to us.  Instead, we went to another theater with betting seats.  We ended up seeing The American President.  It was good movie.  After that, we called it an evening and that was it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how she felt at this time.  For me, it was hard (I should say impossible) to not think of her.  She said that she had a boyfriend (which was the real reason why she moved to the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex-----to be with him) but no one met him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had exchanged Christmas gifts privately so not to make anyone jealous.  I can't remember everything I got her for Christmas.  I do remember that I got her the Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer video since she missed watching it (it was on the night we went to see The American President) and she didn't record it.  I got a Selena (the slained Tejano superstar) calendar and a goofy looking pen (I still have that pen to this day and I've never used it.  I just can't.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1986-----Deidra and I went to another dinner and a movie.  This time, we went to Taco Bell for dinner (for time reasons) and we saw Sense &amp; Sensibility.  Nothing happened but we had a good time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to February 1996.  It was a dark time for me.  A student living in one of the apartments that I was a resident assistant to passed away tragically.  I'll spare everyone the details.  I had to call Deidra and her supervisor (technically my supervisor too) about the situation.  That night, I didn't get any sleep.  The following day at school was a complete blur.  Deidra was there to listen to me because it hit me hard yet I couldn't cry.  The girl who passed away was a friend, a coworker (sort of), and a student in my housing care.  The funeral was in Clarendon, Arkansas.  Myself, Deidra, her supervisor, and the deceased's roommates went.  That day I finally cried.  Deidra was there to console me.  I'll never forget that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Valentine's Day hit.  I don't recall ever getting anything for her, but I got her a copy of the book to Sense and Sensibility, a card, candy, and (please don't laugh) a copy of a Village People cassette.  She loves them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then June came---that time is such blur.  It was a time in which I failed 2 classes from graduation yet I was going to walk at graduation.  It was her job to tell me the bad news.  I took it hard.  Yet I should've gone off on her for doing this to me, but I didn't.  I walked and didn't speak to her for several months.  Part of that reason was of my personal shame for letting her down.  Part of it was her not being a friend when I needed her.  I left Irving, TX in shame going back to East Texas to lick my wounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1997 would be the next time I would see her.  I was applying for jobs around the Irving area so I can get those 2 classes taken care of.  I've made several attempts to contact her so I can say HI.  If it wasn't for a friend of mine at DeVry who worked with Deidra on campus, I wouldn't have spoken to her ever again.  This friend spoken with Deidra and basically told her to get off her high horse and talk to me.  One day, Deidra calls the # where I was staying at.  She wanted to have lunch.  So we did.  I told her how I felt and she told me what she needed to.  It didn't go the way that I wanted to, but I got to talk to her and that's what was important or so I thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to summer 1997.  I am back in Irving.  Working first then get the 2 classes taken care of later.  I think it was August of that summer that I told her I was planning on registering at DeVry again and I was looking forward to seeing her on campus again.  She then made the blockbuster announcement that she was leaving DeVry to work on her master's degree elsewhere.  She didn't give me a timetable so I was thinking it wouldn't be for awhile.  Duhhhh!  I should've picked up on something there.  About a week or so later, I called her home # only to find out it was disconnected.  I was hurt and shocked.  She left without saying goodbye.  I think she meant to do that.  I thought that after our talk back in January we had come to an understanding that we could be friends again.  I was wrong.  She never did tell where she was going.  For years, I was left wondering where she'd gone to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to 2003, out of curiosity, I entered her name on Google just to see if it had anything on her.  Sure enough, there was.  There were several results linking her to a dept at a university (which I won't name).  One link had a pic of her and sure enough it was her.  Another result had a link to a homepage for her and her collegiate work.  It appears that she's done very well for herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried emailing her once and leaving a voicemail for her but no response. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever have closure with her.  To this day, I think she is one of the most beautiful women I've ever known.  I'd like to hear from her just once to know that she's OK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was her birthday.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you Deidra!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am not mistaken, she turned 33. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart will always ache for her.  Why does love hurt so bad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-111776043035907462?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/111776043035907462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=111776043035907462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111776043035907462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111776043035907462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/06/story-of-deidra.html' title='The Story Of Deidra'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-111698311547585337</id><published>2005-05-24T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T18:05:15.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got 'Em</title><content type='html'>I had a good day today.  The female coworker whose wedding I went to was able to score tickets to the sold out Erasure concert in Dallas next Tuesday.  It was pure chance she won them.  She's not going to go, but wanted her husband and me to go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in previous entries, I've mentioned that they are one of my favorite pop groups.  To see them again is a feeling that I love right now.  Their songs may be the same type of songs, but each song evokes emotions of love and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a great concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-111698311547585337?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/111698311547585337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=111698311547585337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111698311547585337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111698311547585337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/05/got-em.html' title='Got &apos;Em'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-111669306119207723</id><published>2005-05-21T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T09:32:49.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Thing About Texas Showgirls</title><content type='html'>To anyone interested.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas Showgirls' website is www.txshowgirls.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://txshowgirls.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-111669306119207723?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/111669306119207723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=111669306119207723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111669306119207723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111669306119207723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-more-thing-about-texas-showgirls.html' title='One More Thing About Texas Showgirls'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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-10069931.post-111669289974794416</id><published>2005-05-21T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T09:28:19.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Showgirls</title><content type='html'>For 4 times in the past week, I've been to this gentlemen's club called Texas Showgirls over in Dallas.  To be honest, it's a great place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st time in the past week was Friday May 13.  I went with my friend JS.  We were there for about 3 hours.  I didn't buy any table dances.  I did have a good time watching beautiful topless bodies roam across the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time was Saturday May 14.  Didn't stay there for long.  Just had lunch with my friend JS.  Got there at noon when it was no cover.  Had a couple $1 draft beer plus the $1.50 cheeseburger/fries special.  Left as soon as we were finished eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time was Tuesday May 16.  Went with my friend JN.  Had a better time this time around.  There was this one girl that sat down and spoke with me.  She sat on my lap, placing my hand on her ass.  Great body.  Though you are not supposed to, she let me place my hand across her shaved pussy.  Very nice.  She placed her hand on my crotch of my pants and started to tease my dick.  She made me cum.  This was before 2 table dances.  While we were talking, she took out her cell phone and asked for my phone #.  She entered it in and showed it to afterwards.  As of today, she hasn't called.  I don't expect her to.  I am more afraid if she does call me.  She lives in Irving though.  That was a very good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time (so far) was last night May 20. Was there from 9pm to close at 2am.  Didn't have a great time since the girl from Tuesday wasn't there.  There was this 6ft 1in goddess that graced the stage.  She was HOT. Just got 1 table dance.  It wasn't great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've had my fill of Texas Showgirls for now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh the memories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-111669289974794416?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/111669289974794416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=111669289974794416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111669289974794416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111669289974794416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/05/texas-showgirls.html' title='Texas Showgirls'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-111577386654923702</id><published>2005-05-10T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T18:11:06.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I Should</title><content type='html'>It's been suggested by someone who reads my blog that I should write some blog entries that deal with nothing but the movies I've seen, kinda like my own movie review.  I was thinking about it, and it seems like a good idea.  Heck, I see a lot of movies.  The closest people to me (including 2 people who read this blog) know that I love going to the movies.  I was thinking that not only should I write blog entries for my movie reviews, but I should start a separate blog for my movie reviews. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking that I should write about all movies and not just current. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell I should get paid for watching so many movies.  I think I should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am single and have no kids.  I could do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to plan this new separate blog right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have any catching titles for this new movie blog of mine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-111577386654923702?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/111577386654923702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=111577386654923702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111577386654923702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111577386654923702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/05/maybe-i-should.html' title='Maybe I Should'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-111577381788939321</id><published>2005-05-10T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T18:10:17.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AE1991's Missed Opportunity</title><content type='html'>There hasn't been any word from AE1991.  It's been 3 1/2 weeks that I've ran into her at the video store in Daingerfield.  If she didn't want me to email her, she should've said so.  I've emailed twice and even sent her an ecard to wish her Happy Birthday which I got an automatic email saying she's received and opened it.  Still, not a THANK YOU for the ecard.  She mentioned that she was bad at responding but this is ridiculous.  I don't know if I am mad at her or not.  I am though really disappointed in her.  I thought she was a better person.  I guess I was still thinking of the person back in high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should give her the benefit of the doubt, but I don't what to think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-111577381788939321?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/111577381788939321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=111577381788939321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111577381788939321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111577381788939321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/05/ae1991s-missed-opportunity.html' title='AE1991&apos;s Missed Opportunity'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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-10069931.post-111516968064453769</id><published>2005-05-03T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T18:21:20.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 31</title><content type='html'>Turning 31 wasn't as bad as I thought.  I thought turning 30 was bad, but that too wasn't bad.  I turned 31 this past Sunday on May 1.  All weekend long, I probably gained a few pounds because I ate at restaurants all weekend long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, April 29----my friend JR took me out to TGIFridays.  Ate too much!  Then it was out for drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, April 30----JR and I had breakfast at IHOP.  Later that day, we joined with my Movie Buddy for a good time over at MayFest over in Fort Worth.  Never been to MayFest before since I lived in the Dallas-Fort Worth area.  It was a great time!  With every outdoor festival, I had to have a funnel cake.  It was a good funnel cake.  One of the stages had some belly dancing.  I must admit, that was so great.  Beautiful women.  Wow!  One of the dancers was wanting to get someone from the audience to dance with them.  I volunteered.  It was cool to try that.  It wasn't as bad as I thought.  Afterwards, us 3 went to Central Market for more eating.  We drank a little.  That was it for the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, May 1----more eating at this restaurant that had a breakfast buffet.  Did that with JR and the Movie Buddy.  Later that evening, I went out to dinner with SY.  Went to a Mexican restaurant called El Fenix.  Great food and drinks.  We did some shopping before and after dinner.  Then it was back to my place for awhile where we just watched TV.    Nothing happened with SY (really). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a great birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-111516968064453769?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/111516968064453769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=111516968064453769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111516968064453769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111516968064453769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/05/turning-31.html' title='Turning 31'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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-10069931.post-111516960074354186</id><published>2005-05-03T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T18:20:00.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Chris Candido</title><content type='html'>Late last week, another wrestler passed away by the name of Chris Candido.  To some fans, he was Skip of the Bodydonnas in the WWF in the mid 90s (along with Sunny aka Tammy Lynn Sytch).  I am not too sure exactly what happened.  He wrestled for NWA Total Nonstop Action's PPV on 4/24.  Suffered a broken leg in his match which contested in a six side steel cage match.  Two days later, he appeared during the Total Nonstop Action TV tapings which they tape 3 shows at once.  He was prominently featured in the first show despite a broken leg.  From what I understand, something happened while in surgery.  It might've been a staph infection he got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it's sad to see a wrestler I knew through TV and reading in the wrestling magazines pass away.  He was actually making a comeback while in the NWA TNA promotion.  He's had his own personal setbacks in recent years, but it had appeared those demons were washed away.  I was disappointed in his run in the WWF back in the mid 90s.  He was a great wrestler.  A lot of people forget that he was once NWA World Champion in 1994 or 1995 (forgive me----I don't have my wrestling almanac.).  No matter what, he was an entertaining wrestler.  He gave his all.  He will be sorely missed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Chris for your years of entertaining the smart wrestling fans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-111516960074354186?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/111516960074354186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=111516960074354186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111516960074354186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111516960074354186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/05/rip-chris-candido.html' title='R.I.P. Chris Candido'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-111473601582437724</id><published>2005-04-28T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T17:53:35.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Elizabeth----2 Years Later</title><content type='html'>This Sunday will mark the 2nd anniversary of my all time favorite female wrestling personality's, Miss Elizabeth, death.  It still kinda bothers me still because she was the most beautiful female wrestling personality EVER.  She was quiet at ringside whenever her main charge, "Macho Man" Randy Savage, took care of business inside of the ring.  Miss Elizabeth had the best smile around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also bothers me because she died on my birthday, May 1.  I can never forgot that day now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a victim of the excess of the wrestling business.  That's sad.  No matter how she led her life, she'll always be the sweet woman who came down to ringside with such elegance and grace! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Elizabeth------Thank you for making wrestling enjoyable for me on TV.  I will always miss you!  I love you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-111473601582437724?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/111473601582437724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=111473601582437724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111473601582437724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111473601582437724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/04/miss-elizabeth-2-years-later.html' title='Miss Elizabeth----2 Years Later'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-111427172500022954</id><published>2005-04-23T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T08:56:30.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Place To Go Every Month</title><content type='html'>Started off the day by getting my haircut by my favorite stylist.  That is the best place to get a haircut because the place is full of beautiful Latinas.  My usual stylist looked as beautiful as ever.  She's married though.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that I kinda have a crush on was there and she looked great. I didn't talk to her much today.  She is muy caliente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My visit to the hair salon is probably the highlight of my weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-111427172500022954?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/111427172500022954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=111427172500022954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111427172500022954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111427172500022954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-favorite-place-to-go-every-month.html' title='My Favorite Place To Go Every Month'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-111427111312116934</id><published>2005-04-23T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T08:45:13.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Yet</title><content type='html'>Emailed AE1991 this past Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't heard from her yet.  I am not too worried.  She was right that she takes forever to write back.  I am not mad at her.  She's still a great friend.  I hope to hear from her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-111427111312116934?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/111427111312116934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=111427111312116934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111427111312116934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111427111312116934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/04/not-yet.html' title='Not Yet'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-111362800942491362</id><published>2005-04-15T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T22:06:49.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Years Later...........</title><content type='html'>Today, I ran into a girl that I haven't seen in 14 years.  Her family owns the video store in Daingerfield.  I didn't notice her at first, but her voice---I recognized it.  I made my way towards the front of the store while my youngest sister was looking around for some videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl (we shall name AE1991 because the letters are her initials and 1991 for the year she graduated from high school) noticed me and we just started talking.  It was very casual nothing like "HEY HOW ARE YOU DOING?".  It was really nice.  I got to talk to her about a lot of things in a short amount of time.  She's divorced and has a 5 year old.  I didn't see a ring on her finger.  She spoke a bit about past relationships.  It was my impression that she isn't seeing anyone.  That might be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents are divorced too.  Her mom owns the video store.  Dad lives in the DFW area as so does one of her sisters.  She frequents the DFW area often.  We spoke of movie theaters like the Magnolia and Angelika Theaters.  She knew those.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think 15 minutes had passed before it was time for me to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that she looks just as beautiful as she did 14 years ago.  I must admit that she was one of the first crushes I had when I started high school.  She really hasn't changed that much.  WOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended our reunion by a hug and her giving me her email address.  I wasn't expecting her # since we live in different towns.  I hope that it won't be another 14 years before I see her again.  I have a feeling that I'll see her again very soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-111362800942491362?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/111362800942491362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=111362800942491362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111362800942491362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111362800942491362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/04/14-years-later.html' title='14 Years Later...........'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-111236642730995980</id><published>2005-04-01T06:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T06:40:27.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WrestleMania 21 Predictions</title><content type='html'>Here are my WrestleMania 21 predictions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Batista over HHH for the RAW World Championship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. John Cena over John Bradshaw Layfield for the Smackdown World Championship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Shawn Michaels over Kurt Angle (the one match on WrestleMania 21 that I am looking forward to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Trish Stratus over Christy Hemme for the Women's Championship (though Christy is my favorite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Undertaker over Randy Orton (that would make the Undertaker 13-0 at Wrestlemania)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Akebono over Big Show in a sumo wrestling match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Eddie Guerrero over Rey Mysterio Jr. (the other match that could steal the show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Chris Jericho over Edge, Christian, Chris Benoit, Kane, and Shelton Benjamin in a Money In The Bank Ladder Match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the return of Piper's Pit with his special guest "Stone Cold" Steve Austin.  That should be very interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-111236642730995980?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/111236642730995980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=111236642730995980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111236642730995980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111236642730995980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/04/wrestlemania-21-predictions.html' title='WrestleMania 21 Predictions'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-111230019826756581</id><published>2005-03-31T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T12:16:38.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selena--------10 Years Later</title><content type='html'>Ten years ago today, Tejano superstar Selena was killed tragically.  Ten years have gone by pretty fast.  It also seems like forever.  For me, I somehow missed everything that happened the day she was murdered.  I found out about it the next morning when I was watching the news.  I was shocked.  It wasn't until hours after I found out the magnitude of her death would sound.  It just hit me.  I may not have been the biggest Selena fan.  Back then, I really just knew her by name.  I really didn't know her music or what she meant to the Tejano world.  I was out of the Tejano loop for a number of years.  I listened to Tejano music back in the days when my dad bought vinyl albums and 8 track tapes.  Then one day, my dad just stopped.  When he stopped listening and buying, I did too.  I was like any other American kid-------listen to English pop and rock music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it took Selena's passing for me to realize what Tejano music was all about again.  I may not have understood the language, but I realized I missed the emotions the singers were trying to convey.  I've been hooked on it again since then.  It'll never die within me.  My passion for Tejano music will never die.  I will not let that happen.  Tejano music is about having a great time.  It's great family music for all Tejanos to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selena-------wherever you are-----Thank you for reigniting my passion for Tejano music.  My only regret is that it should've been reignited before you died.  It was there all along en mi corazon.  I had to learn to find it the hard way.  Selena---your music and Tejano music in general made me realize what being Hispanic was all about.  I will not let your music die.  I will not let Tejano music die.  Thank you from the bottom of my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-111230019826756581?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/111230019826756581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=111230019826756581' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111230019826756581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111230019826756581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/03/selena-10-years-later.html' title='Selena--------10 Years Later'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-111222421160685140</id><published>2005-03-30T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T06:49:05.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 20 Favorite News Personalites In The Dallas-Fort Worth Area</title><content type='html'>From 20 to 1, here's a list of my favorite television news personalities in the Dallas-Fort Worth area and the TV stations they are afflilated with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Nancy Snell (TXCN/Channel 8)&lt;br /&gt;19. Natasha Curry (Channel 4)&lt;br /&gt;18. Deborah Ferguson (Channel 5)&lt;br /&gt;17. Jennifer Dodd (Channel 33)&lt;br /&gt;16. Joanne Castaneda (Channel 33)&lt;br /&gt;15. Sarah Dodd (Channel 11)&lt;br /&gt;14. Erin Allan (Channel 5)&lt;br /&gt;13. Karen Borta (Channel 11)&lt;br /&gt;12. Heather Hays (Channel 4)&lt;br /&gt;11. Debbie Denmon (Channel 8)&lt;br /&gt;10. Maria Sotolongo (Channel 4)&lt;br /&gt;9. Julie Bologna (Channel 11)&lt;br /&gt;8. Megan Henderson (Channel 4)&lt;br /&gt;7. Kristine Kahanek (Channel 11)&lt;br /&gt;6. Victoria Snee (Channel 33)&lt;br /&gt;5. Alexa Conomos (Channel 8)&lt;br /&gt;4. Meredith Land (Channel 5)&lt;br /&gt;3. Tammy Dombeck (Channel 5)&lt;br /&gt;2. Mattie Roberts (Channel 11)&lt;br /&gt;1. Shannon Hori (Channel 11)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-111222421160685140?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/111222421160685140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=111222421160685140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111222421160685140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111222421160685140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/03/top-20-favorite-news-personalites-in.html' title='Top 20 Favorite News Personalites In The Dallas-Fort Worth Area'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10069931.post-111221471917620882</id><published>2005-03-30T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T12:31:59.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..........and I Still Had Enough Time &amp; Energy To Call Her</title><content type='html'>Last night after I got home from my night with MBG, I wasn't sure if it was late enough to call PSGP.  PSGP and I have a code.  I call and let it ring three times.  Then, she would call back.  She did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have phone sex for as long we would like to since it was a little late that I called.  Still. we both had enough energy for at least one orgasm a piece.  Everytime she climaxes, it is the most intense scream that she lets out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we do call each other, we know what each other wants.  We don't have to ask.  We are both willing to do it.  I don't see it as a chore or an obligation.  I do it with her because I want.  I know she does to.  She is amazing.  I do a lot of the talking when we have phone sex which is fine with the both of us.  I'll ask her though what position she wants it.  She tell me where to come whether it'd be inside her or on a body part.  I do want some input from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We done it Monday night and last night.  I wonder if we have enough energy for tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10069931-111221471917620882?l=singleindallastexas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/feeds/111221471917620882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10069931&amp;postID=111221471917620882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111221471917620882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10069931/posts/default/111221471917620882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleindallastexas.blogspot.com/2005/03/and-i-still-had-enough-time-energy-to.html' title='..........and I Still Had Enough Time &amp; Energy To Call Her'/><author><name>singleguyindfw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15313987483760642080</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>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
