tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509863080238463568.post7941594119581541409..comments2024-01-08T11:02:34.262-08:00Comments on Life and Love Letters: Dates? Romantic torture or successLydiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11310447803020817301noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509863080238463568.post-87156563131375774472024-01-08T11:02:34.262-08:002024-01-08T11:02:34.262-08:00Hello mate nicce blogHello mate nicce blogKatehttps://thelastgreatpoolparty.tumblr.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1509863080238463568.post-41577057829091383072012-04-26T13:53:29.922-07:002012-04-26T13:53:29.922-07:00Dating is a rung of purgatory. I'm glad I'...Dating is a rung of purgatory. I'm glad I'll never have to do it again. Dating is supposed to be a winnowing process, sort of like going through a sale bin of old movies at WalMart--sorting out what appeals to you as opposed to what you're indifferent to. I once had a boyfriend who dumped me on a gorgeous moonlit night. Sort of took the charm out of moonlight. I had another boyfriend who told me how beautiful my hair was as I let it grow (to take part in a crowd scene in a play), and then later raved about how beautiful it was when I got all that awful old hair cut off. I have a built-in BS meter and the inability to remain silent when the emperor is naked, so I was never very good at playing the games. This is one of the reasons I think the best love stories are the ones between married people.Pam Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17101099770476255954noreply@blogger.com