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16 comments:
I like Styx but I won't accost you in the pet store over it. Starbucks maybe, but not the pet store. ;)
Well done.
I always smile at the small town girl references. Red and white checkered shirt and levi cutoff's come to mine.
I'm a follower.
This one was funny. Watch out for those rabid Styx fans. I hear they are everywhere.
Tell PMK to stop setting you up. Wait doesn't just past 41 count as your 42nd year? Maybe I am mistaken.
I sometimes lament that my friends won't try to set me up, but then the half-dozen times they have I get that same "what were you thinking?" thought. Honestly, I think what they're thinking is "X is my friend and Y is my friend, and they're both single, therefore they'd be great together." Umm...no.
I have to find a new way to meet men, and soon.
Well, you could always put up a website detailing your wit and charm.... Or maybe write a column in local paper about your singleness.
I doubt you have ANY trouble meeting men. I don't buy it.
I told you I would date you.
Hey, what's wrong with an Iroc? I drove one back in the day and girls were all over me. Granted that was years ago, but still..
What about a dating service? Not an escort service (get your mind out of the gutter, GEEZ). Harmony or Match. You could join an LDS service, that would be entertaining, for us readers.
Looks like you're still "rocking it", impressive as always. Come visit.
Great read Miss Bellum!
One of your better ones, babe. I still want to see you with cliff bangs and blue eyeliner!
you renegade; you had it made!
The "hip" banter is so scary, no matter what generation it occurs in. I only ever went on one blind date and it was enough to sour the whole concept for me.
That was freaking hilarious! I coach high school girls and nothing gets a better reaction from them then when I say, "Thats how I roll" Great job Sara.
everyone: thanks so much for reading and the support!
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