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With the exception of one, my exes’ girlfriends have never been fond of me.  And that’s a shame.  I’m a nice person, and they have been so filled with resentment that they have never bothered to see that.  I’m 35 years old, so it should be no surprise that I’ve had lots of boyfriends over the years.  And there’s not a single one that I still pine for.  Yet, I still get evil glares and stares from the current girlfriends.

This is precisely why I don’t have female friends.  Sure, I have online female friends, but I don’t have a single one who lives in my town.  There’s too much comparison, too much competitiveness.  Pay attention the next time you see a current girlfriend checking out an ex.  I can pretty accurately predict what she’ll say. 

“My tits are bigger.”
“My ass is tighter.”
“My face is prettier.”

Yeah, whatever.

Exes are exes for a reason.  Most of the time, those exes couldn’t give a flying crap about your guy.

If you’re lucky enough to find love, don’t waste a single moment worrying about what has been or what could be.  Savor the moment.  Enjoy your time together.  There is nothing in this world that is more precious than love.

As Anthony Hopkins said in Meet Joe Black, “To make the journey and not fall deeply in love…well, you haven’t lived a life at all.”

Live your life.

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Let us first define the word “crush”.  In my opinion, a crush is an admiration from afar.  Though crushes vary from person to person, there are certain “crush factors” that are usually present. 

Crush Factors
1.  The crush is admired from a distance.
2.  The crush and the crusher are not very acquainted with one another.
3.  The crush is usually unaware that he or she is being crushed on.
4.  The feelings are one-sided.

At any given time, I have at least a couple of crushes going on.  They are usually innocent enough – never really given much serious consideration.  But occasionally there is a crush that makes me question whether it is really a crush at all.  Thus the question, “When is a crush more than a crush?”

Let us examine my own “serious” crush using the aforementioned crush factors.

Rarely a day goes by that the crush and I don’t converse.  We talk for hours on end and share the intimate details of our lives.  He’s one of the best friends I’ve ever had, and I’m pretty sure he considers me the same.

1.  The crush is admired from a distance.
2.  The crush and the crusher are not very acquainted with one another.

The crush and I have discussed our crushes with each other.  He is my crush.  I am his. 

3.  The crush is usually unaware that he or she is being crushed on.
4.  The feelings are one-sided.

As I said, crushes vary from person to person, but some or all of the crush factors must be present to qualify as a real crush.  In this particular case, none of the crush factors are present.

So when is a crush more than a crush?

When your heart begins to race at the sight of an email from him.  When each day brings a new opportunity to learn more about his hopes and dreams.  And when you are inspired to be the best person you can possibly be – because that’s what he is.

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In the event my car were to crash into a body of water larger than my own bathtub, I’d be in real trouble. If the impact didn’t kill me, a few breaths of the water would. I can’t think of a worse way to die.

So, to protect myself against the possibility of crashing into the Tennessee River, I’ve decided to put together an emergency kit consisting of the following items.

• a compact inflatable raft that fits neatly into the glove box
• a life vest that fits neatly under every outfit I own – to be worn whenever I’m in a 10 mile radius of water
• a compass
• flares, just in case I get stranded on an island
• waterproof mascara, in case there is a hunky man on that island

Oh, wait. Scratch the flares. And scratch the rest of that garbage too. Perhaps a more suitable emergency item would be an accomplished swimmer with a six pack, a nice tan, and no sense of direction.

All I can say is that he had better be bigger than a glove box!

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I love my gym. They recently added a Cardio Theatre, where you can watch movies while working out. I’m all about movies, so that’s awesome. But you know what sucks? They are only open until 7 PM on Saturdays and Sundays. I’m a night owl, and I don’t usually even think of going to the gym until 9 PM or so.

As an alternative, I went to the park and walked the track tonight. I haven’t been to the park in forever. It was quite the enjoyable experience. There were a few other walkers as well as plenty of people playing basketball and tennis. I spent 37 minutes on the track – 37 peaceful minutes. I thought about all the things going on in my life. I took deep breaths of honeysuckle-scented air. And I realized that this is the way life should be – simple. My life has been anything but that lately.

I am a very independent woman, and I’m content with being single. But I want bliss – not just contentment. I’m ready to let someone into my life – so long as it’s simple. Two people who have their own lives but spend a little quality time together each week. No arguments, no stress, no doubts. Just complete understanding of each other. Sharing laughs and love. Slowly…very slowly…building toward something bigger.

A girl can dream. Hopefully this dream becomes a reality.

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What an odd dream. What do you dream interpreters think?

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Here I am, lost in thought. Recent thoughts include:

• I hope Chris and Elliott make it to the American Idol finale.
• I am both excited and nervous about the upcoming Memorial Day weekend.
• I’m so glad that someone *finally* won the American Idol contest!
• If the treadmill at the gym continues to increase my incline, I’ll soon be able to walk up the side of a building.
• Hey, would that make me a superheroine?
• Yes. Yes, I think it would.

Wanna take the Self Portrait Challenge? C’mon. I dare you!

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