01/08/07
If I've learned one thing from writing this blog, it's that you need to be thick-skinned-and thank God I am, because people will say almost anything in an open forum if they can remain "anonymous." Try spilling the details of your personal life with your name and face attached! In spite of a few nay-sayers, comments have been mostly positive; some have even inspired me. I was especially encouraged by the woman who wrote that she's "in the best exclusive relationship of my adult life with the most loving, tender, and sexy man." Wow. I'm intrigued! Since I've never been one to follow "the rules," I've decided to just go with the flow about where and when and how to meet and date men (like my brother originally suggested). Whatever happens, happens. Most of...
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01/04/07
Since I last blogged, I've been pretty much partying non-stop. 'Tis the season! To recap: Christmas Eve is a big night out for us Jews. This year I skipped the Retro Eve party at Enclave and headed instead to Rockit Bar and Grill's slightly smaller Rockmitzvah, where my friend had a table waiting. I haven't gone the online-dating route yet myself, but the frequency of the following vignette during our night out didn't encourage me to do so: Girl enters bar. Guy stops her and, in front of his drunk friends, says, "Hey, why didn't you ever call me back after we went out that time?" Girl gets flustered and hides in the corner of the bar the rest of the night. Sound familiar, J-Daters?Traveling in groups makes it difficult to meet guys, but my girlfriends and I were having so much fun that...
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12/21/06
Let's just get this out of the way now: At this point, the only way I may be seeing the doctor again will be if-God forbid-my disc herniates again! After our plans Saturday night fizzled, I haven't heard much from the good doc. Was it my screw-up; was it his? In the land of dating, these things are so ambiguous, sometimes you never really know where you stand or what someone's thinking. Was it something I blogged? If that's the case, I agree with the readers who commented that he knows what I do for a living (and mind you, that was one of the things he seemed most impressed with), so none of this should've been a surprise. But I'm not one to dwell on things, so let's move on.Speaking of moving on: I haven't always been good with change. I tend to stick with what's familiar, which is odd...
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12/18/06
If you've seen the new film The Holiday, I think you'll agree: Jude Law has never looked hotter! The movie was emotionally draining, too, which I loved; it takes a lot for me to laugh out loud at movies, but I found myself doing that and crying, too. The one part I didn't fall for: when Jude Law blurts out, "I'm in love with you!" to Cameron Diaz's character. (She never says it back.)I mean, sure, Diaz is tall, blonde, and beautiful; who wouldn't fall in love with her? But, come on! Law's character is supposed to be a playboy who has countless one-night stands. After just a two-week sexfest, the single, gorgeous Law falls head over heels in love? Would that happen in real life? I don't think so.
I know a little about playboys. I've dated a few, and I even work for Mr. Playboy himself....
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12/14/06
Posted on: 12.14.2006 12:13:36 PM Posted by Last Girl Standing - Sarah Preston
What a great response to my first blog entry! Thanks to everyone who posted comments. To the guy who chimed in about the potential "creepiness" of spilling all the details of my dates: You have a point. It's definitely scary, and I'm toeing a fine line here. (Full disclosure: I know this "Anonymous," and he's only looking out for my best interest.) But I assure you, I will always get the guy's OK before writing about any of my dates (though, of course, I won't let him read the content ahead of time); so, yes, "Doc Spinal Tap," as this particular friend dubbed him, knows about the blog.And, as Anonymous also pointed out in his comments, I spent Monday night watching the Bears game with the boys at State...
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12/12/06
I've always been that girl who hangs out with all the guys. I love my girlfriends, but when the boys are watching football or going out to the clubs, I like to tag along. Sometimes hanging out with the boys is just easier-OK, and maybe since I'm single it fills that romantic-companion void. It's like having a great relationship without all the messiness that comes with sex and commitment.Recently, however, I have been the subject of an ongoing intervention. A few of my girlfriends and even my mom-who's so not one of those moms-have been trying to convince me to "go girlie." That means losing my usual weekend uniform of baseball hat and green Doors zip-up. I guess that puts me somewhere between PJ Franklin from the cute new TBS series My Boys and Sex and the City's ever-so-clich‚d...
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