<?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-36975819</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:56:15.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Date Was Crazy</title><subtitle type='html'>Tell us why you went running...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36975819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>--Crash and Burn--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586122256634209645</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36975819.post-4200300461295236344</id><published>2007-01-21T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T13:29:40.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little of this Goes a Long Way</title><content type='html'>Just a tip for guys out there who might underestimate the importance of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; phone call. Many times a guy begins or plans on going out with a girl just days before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;shabbis&lt;/span&gt;. For some, the question of calling her before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;shabbis&lt;/span&gt; begins can be one that takes some serious thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something to help the decision process: A simple phone call of "just wishing you a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;shabbis&lt;/span&gt;" is one that takes no effort and yet can have long term positive effects. It lets the girl know you are thinking about her, and that you care enough to wish her well. There seems to be no down side to this gesture, unless there is something I am really not seeing here. No one will look back and say "I can't believe he called me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fellas, pick up the phone and make the two minute phone call that demonstrates you're thinking about her and that she is important to you. It's the very least one can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a text message doesn't count for as much, but you know that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36975819-4200300461295236344?l=mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4200300461295236344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36975819&amp;postID=4200300461295236344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36975819/posts/default/4200300461295236344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36975819/posts/default/4200300461295236344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com/2007/01/little-of-this-goes-long-way.html' title='Little of this Goes a Long Way'/><author><name>--Crash and Burn--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586122256634209645</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-36975819.post-4816670219803456325</id><published>2007-01-06T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T23:14:41.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chauffeur Please?</title><content type='html'>If you want a date story, I've had some dates with men without cars.  One arrived via subway to my home, and then I drove. At the time, I had very little experience driving, so he got more than he bargained for as I unintentionally ran a red light or two.  Happily, there were no fatailities or even tickets to report.  But it was a one-timemeeting, not on the basis of driving alone, I'm sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36975819-4816670219803456325?l=mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4816670219803456325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36975819&amp;postID=4816670219803456325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36975819/posts/default/4816670219803456325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36975819/posts/default/4816670219803456325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com/2007/01/chauffeur-please.html' title='Chauffeur Please?'/><author><name>--Crash and Burn--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586122256634209645</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-36975819.post-116762334866957881</id><published>2006-12-31T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T22:49:08.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses Excuses</title><content type='html'>It's still a jungle out there, I see.  My first date ever in 1988, the guy actually forgot to come and pick me up.  He overslept--in the evening-- in his dorm room in Lakewood.  Fast forward to the next Sunday when he came, but realized at the tollbooth that he forgot his wallet.  Yes, I paid.  No, we did not go out again.  He was actually a nice guy, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Does the wallet story ("its in my other pants") ever work?? tsk tsk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36975819-116762334866957881?l=mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/116762334866957881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36975819&amp;postID=116762334866957881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36975819/posts/default/116762334866957881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36975819/posts/default/116762334866957881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com/2006/12/excuses-excuses.html' title='Excuses Excuses'/><author><name>--Crash and Burn--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586122256634209645</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-36975819.post-116694085979651382</id><published>2006-12-24T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T01:14:19.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As a skunk...</title><content type='html'>Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "&lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;Welcome&lt;/a&gt;":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one for you. A guy came into town to go out with me (we had gone out a couple times before and had a good time) and told me he put me on his rental insurance in case I needed to drive. A little odd but ok. On our first date we went to a hotel lobby. He asked if I minded if he had a beer, I said sure - why not. He went to the bar and took forever bringing our drinks, I assumed there was a line up. We talked for a while, him downing the beer and me working on my sprite. He went back to get us re-fills and took forever agian. abt 20 min later he went to the bathroom, for about 10 minutes. He came back and as we talked he seemed more and more relaxed and a little drunk. On two beers I was kind of wondering what his tolerance was. He went for a third beer, amazingly, and of course came back 10 minutes later again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a walk around the hotel gardens and he got all mushy and weird, we just werent there yet! I asked if he was drunk, he said maybe a little and laughed, then gave me the car keys. He said he figured he would drink while he was visiting and put me on the insurance for that reason. I drove home all annoyed at him and had to walk him to the door. Try walking a drunk guy to the house without touching him, I dare you. I didnt touch him b/c I was so annoyed (and Shomer)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day he tells me that every time he left to get a drink or go to the bathroom he had whiskey or a shot of something else. The next night he got so drunk at my Rav's house over dinner he scared the kids. Amazing that we ended things after that trip, more amazing that he was surprised and didnt get it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36975819-116694085979651382?l=mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/116694085979651382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36975819&amp;postID=116694085979651382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36975819/posts/default/116694085979651382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36975819/posts/default/116694085979651382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com/2006/12/as-skunk.html' title='As a skunk...'/><author><name>--Crash and Burn--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586122256634209645</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-36975819.post-116659446871565801</id><published>2006-12-20T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T01:01:08.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Subway Tips</title><content type='html'>For those who find the subway a more conveniant method of transportation than worrying about quorters for parking or parking itself, here are some dating tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Annonymous&lt;/em&gt; said:  Advice for ladies going on a date via subway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't wear a flowy skirt&lt;br /&gt;2. When he goes to pay at the turstile make sure you hear the litltle click before you walk because its awfully embarassing when you walk into the metal bars...and it hurts&lt;br /&gt;3. If you are wearing heals: don't walk on the subway grates because your shoes will get stuck and fall through or worse get caught and you fall on your face&lt;br /&gt;4. Lastly, if your'e going to stand up make sure you have a good grip on the pole because when it breaks- he isn't going to catch you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this bit of advice will help avoid that needless rush of blood to one's cheek...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36975819-116659446871565801?l=mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/116659446871565801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36975819&amp;postID=116659446871565801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36975819/posts/default/116659446871565801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36975819/posts/default/116659446871565801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com/2006/12/subway-tips.html' title='Subway Tips'/><author><name>--Crash and Burn--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586122256634209645</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-36975819.post-116541706411984120</id><published>2006-12-06T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T10:11:29.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lead me on...</title><content type='html'>Some of my friends were unfortunately presented with the following situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few months of dating the same girl, after she thanked him time and again for wonderful dates, she "suddenly" (not to her...) told him it was not going to work out. Needless to say that while he sense things were going slowly, he did not see this coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Even if the girl felt she was leaving him all kinds of clues as to her intentions, obviously there was a miscommunication. Why not be straight and open? Isn't that how relationships are built? Yes, it is hard. We can all appreciate that. But no one says this is easy and yet it is absolutely necessary. Since when was heart breaking on any level an acceptable price to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. On the other hand, what has been more common is the issue that people feel pressure to date yet still are not personally ready. They might try to convince themselves they are, and they rightfully want to be, but maturity and development comes with time. No one is judging the people who date just to date, or those who date solely to get married. The only requirement is that it be made clear from the get-go. It's only fair- to both people. There's nothing wrong with taking one's time while dating, but the goals must be stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that people (and yes, I have done this myself) have misplaced their good intentions and instead brought sorrow. There's no excuse. People have to realize that this is life, and sometimes the best answer is the hardest one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36975819-116541706411984120?l=mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/116541706411984120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36975819&amp;postID=116541706411984120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36975819/posts/default/116541706411984120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36975819/posts/default/116541706411984120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com/2006/12/lead-me-on.html' title='Lead me on...'/><author><name>--Crash and Burn--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586122256634209645</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-36975819.post-116498967939183720</id><published>2006-12-01T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T11:52:12.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys 101</title><content type='html'>i think someone should make a blog to teach guys how to act on dates. 2 of my friends went out last night and both had disaster dates bc the guys were horrible daters. some things you would think are obvious but i guess theyre not-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. if its raining, get a cab. this should be obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. if youre going someplace far, offer to take a cab. if u ask "do you mind walking" the girl will lie and say no of course not. but if you first ask "do you want to take a cab" then she will feel more comfortable saying yes please. this is especially improtant when shes wearing high heels or not so comfy shoes to look good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. find out what she thinks is fun- dont just go places that you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. try to pick up on vibes- dont drop the shadchan awkwardly at the last 5 seconds of the date unless ur sure that she would want that. alot of times guys do this and the girl says fine even though she doesnt want to go out on another date bc you catch her by surprise or she doesnt want to insult the guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. im not saying you need to throw your money out the door, but by the third date, you can spend a little more on her than $1.50 for a soda. you gotta show her youre not a cheapskate and you can spend a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.show your middos. if you dont have any good ones, then please get!!! this is huuugely important. be polite, be nice to other people you encounter (waiters, janitors, etc) this will score you extra points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. show that you care and are interested in her- please dont do all the talking. ask her questions and if you dont, atleast PRETEND that you want to learn more about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. dont do the same thing (ie walk arund the city) for 3 dates in a row. that is a big sign of boooringness... and lack of creativity and cheapness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. be thoughtful- if its not nice outside, dont take a long walk or do an outdoor activity. this is especially pertinent if its bad hair weather bc shes gonna feel ugly if her hair gets messed up by being outside and thats not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT- a first date, in my opinion, should never be more than 3 hours. youre meeting the girl for the first time- most people arent lucky enough to have enough to talk about for 10 hours straight on the first date. a short first date is perfect and u wini either way:a. if its bad on any part, its over quick.b. if its good, you end it when its good, leaving the other one wanting to spend more time with you, and you leave it good before it sours and gets awkward adn you run out of things to say. i think this should be standard practice and done by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. dont blow your nose in front of her, especially on the first few dates. its gross and disgusting.(all of this is based on past experiences. guys- you need to learn how to be good daters before you take a girl out on your first shidduch date!! and a bunch of you have been dating for a while now and still have noi clue waht youre doing. PLEASE LEARN QUICKLY!!!! FOR YOUR OWN SAKES!) --Posted by Anonymous to &lt;a&gt;My Date Was Crazy&lt;/a&gt; at 12/01/2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36975819-116498967939183720?l=mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/116498967939183720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36975819&amp;postID=116498967939183720&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36975819/posts/default/116498967939183720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36975819/posts/default/116498967939183720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com/2006/12/guys-101.html' title='Guys 101'/><author><name>--Crash and Burn--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586122256634209645</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36975819.post-116412354941788588</id><published>2006-11-21T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T10:39:09.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a watch! and some manners...</title><content type='html'>This guy calls me, we schedule a date for motzai shabbos at 8;30. He calls me at 6 motzai shabbos and says for some reason he cant make it... But how about tomorrow, Sunday at 1? I say ok fine, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, being pretty chilled about it. So he calls me Sunday morning at 10:00 and says hes running a bit late- can we reschedule for 2? I say suuure no problem, being a laid back kinda girl. So its 2...2;15... 2;30...3... hes not here. im starting to get a little annoyed but I figure ok hes in traffic. 3;15... Finally he comes at 3;30. not a great first impression. I open the door with a great big smile and I say HI how are you? He doesn't really seem to realize how late he is or apologize. So I shake it off. I take an umbrella since its raining and we get in the car, off to the city to another wonderful hotel lobby, where we actually have lots to talk about and a great conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he was getting hungry so we decided to walk to Mr. Broadway.. But first we dropped off our umbrellas in the car since it stopped raining. 5 minutes into the walk, it starts pouring and here I am, no umbrella, no hood, and no more straight and beautiful hair. hes hysterical and thinks its the funniest thing in the world, and not once does he offer to hail a cab or anything like that... Well skip to the end of the date 1 and half long hours later... After speaking to the shadchan, I decided to try and give it another shot. Well, he shows up a half hour late to the second date as well, starting off with a wonderful second impression, takes me to a farmers market where its freezing, smells like raw fish, and really crowded. He makes us go over to each booth and ask them questions like "do you like being a farmer? Does anyone really buy your stuff? What kind of cows do you have on your farm?" well after walking around for a bit, I kind of hint that its time to end this date, but originally I told him I needed to be back at 1, and it was only 12;30...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drives me back home and I open the door to leave and say thank you, when he goes, "where are you going, its only 12;30?? We have a half hour!" so im like "ooookkk...." and he starts giving me a dvar torah about toilets and flushing on shabbos and how in his old yeshiva they said it was assur to flush certain toilets bc they were hooked up to the hot water heater and blah blah blah I wasn't really listening, just smiling and nodding... Well all of a sudden in the middle of the conversation he goes "you have really big pores! I can see them from over here!"I was only a little bit, well actually COMPLETELY startled and shocked and thrown off guard and I don't think I really knew what to say so I just gave him a weird look and said "UHM... ok..." and then he continued on with his toilet dvar torah as if nothing happened, as I was watching the car clock as it got closer and closer to 1;00. finally at 12;59 he finishes up his dvar torah and I said "well thank you so much for leaving me with such a beautiful toilet dvar torah," and I opened the door to leave. Then he started getting out of the car to walk me to the door and I said,"no no its not necessary I can walk myself," and he said "why, are you embarrassed?" and I said "well yes actually I am, but thanks for everything" and I ran into the house, hoping never to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by singingintherain to My Date Was Crazy&lt;br /&gt;10:58 PM, November 20, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36975819-116412354941788588?l=mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/116412354941788588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36975819&amp;postID=116412354941788588&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36975819/posts/default/116412354941788588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36975819/posts/default/116412354941788588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com/2006/11/get-watch-and-some-manners.html' title='Get a watch! and some manners...'/><author><name>--Crash and Burn--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586122256634209645</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-36975819.post-116249859184638465</id><published>2006-11-02T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T02:15:00.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DUI?</title><content type='html'>While out late one night, my date and I decided to head back home. Being an "out of towner", she drove and as she took a turn on a quiet side street she missed the stop sign. Our luck, flashes from a trooper light up the area and we pull over. My date was frantic. She was searching through the clutter of clenexes and papers from the glove compartment as the trooper stood by her window with his flashlight on her face. Finally she handed it to him with her hands shaking and he began to inspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never one to miss out on a humorous moment, and seeing her at such an unease, I casually said to the trooper "Officer, I think she had a bit to drink..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after passing the officer's DUI tests of walking in a straight line, counting backward and other classic questions, we were released with a warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she dropped me off, with not a word said since the pullover, I asked her if I pushed the line. Without missing a beat, she replied "What you did and said can and will be used against you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36975819-116249859184638465?l=mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/116249859184638465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36975819&amp;postID=116249859184638465&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36975819/posts/default/116249859184638465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36975819/posts/default/116249859184638465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com/2006/11/dui.html' title='DUI?'/><author><name>--Crash and Burn--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586122256634209645</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-36975819.post-116243899565503637</id><published>2006-11-01T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:43:15.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakdown Breakup</title><content type='html'>My friend was sitting in a car with his date, with a break up in the process. While in the midst of discussion, the lights flickered out. Thinking this was a feature of the car, they proceeded. Finally, he turned the keys to drop her off at home. The car was dead. He had left the keys in the ignition and left the headlights on. Could things &lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt; anymore awkward?? He and his "date" walked seven blocks where a friend lived, who in turn drove them back, jump started their car, and let them continue their breakdown breakup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36975819-116243899565503637?l=mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/116243899565503637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36975819&amp;postID=116243899565503637&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36975819/posts/default/116243899565503637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36975819/posts/default/116243899565503637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydatewascrazy.blogspot.com/2006/11/breakdown-breakup.html' title='Breakdown Breakup'/><author><name>--Crash and Burn--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586122256634209645</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-36975819.post-116242720169636691</id><published>2006-11-01T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T15:31:44.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>This blog is exclusively for those who have experienced the horrors and humor of dating. Share your crazy stories with others, who might actually benefit from your sage words. 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