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Adios a Tejas, Volume 3
Everything happens for a reason...then what is the reason/meaning/hidden message in any of this? Because believe me when I say that I over-analyze every bit of it ( Read more... ) -
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I do not have any bro-type relationships ( Read more... ) -
Leaving Texas?
At 33--almost 34--every decision I make in my life weighs heavily on me ( Read more... ) -
"No Chemistry" & Other BS Dating Excuses
It was after I moved to Dallas--not surprising1--when I first heard a woman use the word "chemistry" in terms of dating. As in "I like you, but I just don't think we have any chemistry." Which was on maybe our second or third date. This was sometime in 2005. Spring or maybe late summer, as I recall. I've heard it a couple of times since. ( Read more... ) -
Why You (me? we?) Are Destined to End Up Alone
To paraphrase a quote often mistakenly attributed to Albert Einstein: people who repeat the same mistake over and over and expect it to turn out differently are some dumb motherfuckers.1When it comes to dating there are a handful of ways people do this ( Read more... ) -
The "Nobody Ever Hits on My" Gripe
At least half the women I know are quick to mention that nobody ever hits on them when they are griping about Dating in Dallas.1 This can often go several ways. Sometimes it's just excuse making or rationalizing their single status. Sometimes it's part of a diatribe about how modern men are all soft.2 Let's ignore the fact that the best way to ( Read more... ) -
Blown Off
When I was 22 I accepted a job 2000 miles away from my friends and family for reasons I'm not sure I understand even today. I think I expected joining the work force to be like starting college; it would be tough at first, but inevitably I would make some new friends among my co-workers and neighbors. Upon my arrival it took me less than a week ( Read more... ) -
My First Time
I was at Trees in Deep Ellum attending a concert for some moderately talented local act when I met a woman about my age--maybe a year or two younger--who was dressed a bit like a school girl.
In retrospect, perhaps that should have been a warning sign? But it wasn't like a "naughty school girl" or anything. Her pleated skirt was of a respectable ( Read more... ) -
Dating. Texas.
I moved to the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex in the fall of 2004. Before that time, I don't think I'd ever heard the word "metroplex." Nor have I heard it anywhere else. Though it does have its own entry on Wikipedia.
When I moved here I was single. I moved for a job, where almost all of my co-workers were older and married and boring. The only ( Read more... ) -
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It was not how I'd envisioned things going in my life. Tangled up with a girl who'd spent half her life living in an trailer park alongside I-20. It wasn't what I'd pictured. Growing up I wasn't a jock. And I wasn't class president. But I did alright in high school. I went to college. It was local, state school. But that's more than most ( Read more... )