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While walking through Blockbuster with Baby Daddy, I asked if he’d seen a particular movie. “I don’t like horror movies,” he said. “WHAT?! You don’t like horror movies? Sometimes I don’t think we could be more opposite,” I retorted. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “I like horror movies you don’t. I like to read, you don’t. You go to church, I don’t. I like Seattle. You...

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A little while back, I wrote about auras, their colors, and how I’d ran across more than one person who’d commented on mine. It happened again…has it become common practice to tell someone that they have a great aura? Maybe this is the new compliment of the 21st century. When I was on my first date with Interested Reader, we wrapped up the end of the night at The Great Nabob with some of his...

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I am still spinning from my date on Saturday. I can’t quite act all squishy and excited on my dating blog because I know he’s reading (considering that’s how he contacted me), so I’ll share the details here. For those of you not up-to-speed, I received an email from an interested reader who had spotted my profile on The Stranger’s Lovelab, discovered I wrote for Metroblogging Seattle, then was...

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At volunteering on Monday, I sat at a table with a group of junior high girls who I had met the previous week. Two of them were working on self-portraits for an art class, and so I helped them with different drawing and tracing techniques while I created a bookmark for myself out of markers and construction paper. (I knew this graphic design minor would pay off someday.) That pesky Baby Bash biography girl...

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Ha HA HAHHahhahaha HA! P.S. I will have my Halloween pics up shortly. Patience… I’ve been sick. P.P.S. I love...

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Now that Dubliner Man Crush has called, and our conversations will hopefully and eventually cumulate into a date with the sexiest man alive [well, besides, that one from a couple weeks ago, natch], I’m aware that there’s a slight little problem: I’ve put him up on a pedestal. A far-reaching, tottering, teetering little pedestal. What are the imminent dangers of this? Well, that the chase won’t...

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UPDATE: Remember that random Dubliner Man Crush story?! Well, I got my haircut again on Friday. Who should happen to be sitting in the chair when I walk in—DUBLINER MAN CRUSH. Again. Unplanned. We just happened to make an appointment on the same day, at the same time, three months later. This is just getting weird. Turns out that witty and clever text message I sent him that went something along the...

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“You look like a heartbreaker. I can tell. You’ve broken a lot of hearts, haven’t you?” said a man to me in the bar last night with a hazy smile and creepy lilt in his voice. “Um, no. Not really,” I responded, completely and utterly uninterested. I turned back around in my seat and took another sip of my wine. “Oh yes you have. Don’t by shy to admit it. You’re a total heartbreaker,” he...

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As most of you know, I spent last weekend in Leavenworth for Oktoberfest. Six of us—Bri, Kevin, Kristen, Adam, Larisa and myself—rented a condo within walking distance of downtown and brought plenty of food and booze, a couple of sexy costumes and good tunes—the perfect recipe for a party weekend away from home. Being the wild and crazy group of friends that we are, I knew the weekend wasn’t going...

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While recently watching 90210, Brandan Walsh made a statement that seems so easy and too good to be true: “It’s a simple story. Boy meets girl. Boy likes girl. If girl gives boy half a chance, boy gets girl.” Oh, how insightful art thou Mr. Walsh. I knew there was a reason I turned out the way I did after watching the show religiously since the age of 10. However, I seemed to have lost...