<?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-6589019</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:19:26.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sex? in THIS city?</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;two&lt;/strike&gt; three ladies. two cities (LA and Berkeley). &lt;strike&gt;two&lt;/strike&gt; three hopeful hearts looking for love in all cyber spaces. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-110974131962474178</id><published>2007-05-06T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T02:19:59.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the tide was high</title><summary type='text'>i've chosen this time and this day to say "good bye" to this blog, though apparently i meant to do this two years ago.  so, good bye.  for those who've read this over the years (enter smattering chirp of crickets), thanks for caring, or for serendipitously stumbling upon this site.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/110974131962474178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=110974131962474178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/110974131962474178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/110974131962474178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2007/05/tide-was-high.html' title='the tide was high'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-111724392369787421</id><published>2005-05-27T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T18:33:27.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loveorblog</title><summary type='text'>i know i haven't written in quite some time, but sometimes life moves too fast for me to catch it in words. well perhaps, not that fast. since my last blind date, i ended up getting back together with an old flame. we had been on hiatus for so long, and the fire had burnt out so long before, that new monkeyflowers had already begun to blossom. for three months now. so, what's a loveorbuster to do</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/111724392369787421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=111724392369787421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/111724392369787421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/111724392369787421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2005/05/loveorblog.html' title='loveorblog'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-110738401080629859</id><published>2005-02-02T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T23:33:39.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm baaaack!</title><summary type='text'>not much has happened in the search for cyber love, since i last wrote in october of last year... yes. the prospects were that dim. except, now that it's a new year, i've vowed to try anything once... even if it's trying to spend time with someone i've only met digitally, and who may repulse me analogically (is that the term?) upon meeting him in the flesh.so saturday, i'm meeting a blind date </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/110738401080629859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=110738401080629859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/110738401080629859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/110738401080629859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-baaaack.html' title='i&apos;m baaaack!'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-109713241566313081</id><published>2004-10-06T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T03:46:06.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a __________ person</title><summary type='text'>so, there's this 41 year-old guy:this is a portrait of the artist as a bland man.he sends me a message on metrodate.com advertising his assets and saying how he just needs a cutie. my question is, why me? what could he possibly get from my profile other than that i look like this:and my being can be essentialized by the following fill in the blanks (excerpt):• In looking for a compatible dating </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/109713241566313081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=109713241566313081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109713241566313081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109713241566313081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-am-person.html' title='i am a __________ person'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-109703872111543799</id><published>2004-10-05T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T21:58:41.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd prefer to be eternally showerless</title><summary type='text'>a man claiming to be a "sexy sock puppet" sent me a message today on nerve.com. wait... let me clarify -- on the  spring street networks (which could be from some member of nerve, salon.com, or the onion). he made witty responses to all the answers on my profile (and here it goes) BUT, his headline didn't make his bald head forgivable. now, i'm not saying that i wouldn't date a bald guy, i would.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/109703872111543799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=109703872111543799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109703872111543799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109703872111543799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/10/id-prefer-to-be-eternally-showerless.html' title='i&apos;d prefer to be eternally showerless'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-109669259968097534</id><published>2004-10-01T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:59:10.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is but a dream</title><summary type='text'>i had a strange dream last night. there were two significant parts: one had to do with "mestizo boy" from earlier in the summer, and the other about some roommate anxiety over  bookshelf organization. the return of mestizo boyin my dream, i was looking at what was supposed to be my bedroom wall on which was pasted a print out of mestizo boy's nerve profile.  when reading it, he had written how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/109669259968097534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=109669259968097534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109669259968097534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109669259968097534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/10/life-is-but-dream.html' title='life is but a dream'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-109565685979850629</id><published>2004-09-19T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T22:09:17.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X, whY, jeeZ</title><summary type='text'>last weekend at fpac, i had the occasion of being caught up in the vortex of ex-boyfriends/old flames (what's the difference? both have dead fires). i was standing at some vendor booth, when i felt someone gently put their hand on my side. i turned around and saw, "fishman." i had dated him briefly eight years ago, when i was in college. since then, we've stayed in contact here and there--never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/109565685979850629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=109565685979850629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109565685979850629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109565685979850629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/09/x-why-jeez.html' title='X, whY, jeeZ'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-109535081873689983</id><published>2004-09-16T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T02:11:26.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where am I?? </title><summary type='text'>I'm lost.I was talking on the phone with MR. CONDIMENT and I realized that there is something wrong. I could not talk! All I was doing was listening.And then it hit me.For the past months I have been in a relationship with a man who has no idea who I really am.After the hiatus question and a handful of other incidents I can't help but feel like I am giving up much more than I had planned. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/109535081873689983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=109535081873689983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109535081873689983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109535081873689983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/09/where-am-i.html' title='Where am I?? '/><author><name>triniti</name><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-6589019.post-109521319067587116</id><published>2004-09-14T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T01:11:14.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't call me ms. manners</title><summary type='text'>actually, i should have called this post, "i'm still a jerk... and then some."updates:have i called mr. onion?no.have i emailed mr. onion?no.have i done anything about mr. onion?no. i've asked everyone and their mother, "what do you think i should do about mr. onion? it's been about a week."i'm sure by now he's written me off, but my love advisor suggests that i need to work on my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/109521319067587116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=109521319067587116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109521319067587116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109521319067587116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/09/dont-call-me-ms-manners.html' title='don&apos;t call me ms. manners'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-109480557187986393</id><published>2004-09-10T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T01:39:31.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm still a jerk</title><summary type='text'>it was suggested to me that if i don't feel comfortable calling mr. onion back, i should email him in order to get to know him better and take things slowly. my "love advisor" (now, is that with an "e" or an "o"? sorry, i'm too lazy to look it up) brought up the fact that women are oftentimes pressured to "decide" immediately whether or not they're attracted to a guy, or whether or not they'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/109480557187986393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=109480557187986393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109480557187986393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109480557187986393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-still-jerk.html' title='i&apos;m still a jerk'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-109519910570522727</id><published>2004-09-06T21:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T02:12:09.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus? </title><summary type='text'>What do you do when you hit the point in a relationship where you have to make a decision about whether to continue to see each other exclusively or see other people?About a week ago I made a comment to PS (also known as 'The Condiment' ) about how different we are, and that if we had not met online we probably would not have met at all in person given that our social circles are so different. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/109519910570522727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=109519910570522727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109519910570522727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109519910570522727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/09/hiatus_109519910570522727.html' title='Hiatus? '/><author><name>triniti</name><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-6589019.post-109452865851271820</id><published>2004-09-06T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T20:55:32.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the graveyard of online dating</title><summary type='text'>i forgot how i created a partial profile on metrodate.com months ago, just so i can peruse its membership and see if it was worth joining. in order to see past the first page of profiles, you need to register for an account. well, i did and it was sad. a majority of the members at the time hadn't logged on within 3 months. the cyberscene was dead. imagine walking into a singles bar and finding </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/109452865851271820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=109452865851271820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109452865851271820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109452865851271820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/09/graveyard-of-online-dating.html' title='the graveyard of online dating'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-109437332121413543</id><published>2004-09-05T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T01:35:21.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ready for the 2.5 date?</title><summary type='text'>mr. onion called yesterday and left a message. he said that he hoped my week was productive and asked if i had plans this weekend. i haven't called him back. he did say, "give me a call when you get a chance." the question is, will i give him a chance?i've been dreading this follow-up phone call following our first real but technically second date last saturday to "see dead people." i didn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/109437332121413543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=109437332121413543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109437332121413543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109437332121413543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/09/ready-for-25-date.html' title='ready for the 2.5 date?'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-109371171009249006</id><published>2004-08-28T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T09:48:30.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>caught!</title><summary type='text'>i got a message on match.com from some guy. i thought i had hidden my profile! instead, i find out that there's a distinction between your "dating" profile and your "friends" profile. people looking for "friends" still saw my profile, since i hadn't taken it down. so, now i took that profile down. match.com gives me the creeps. it's the smell of a mortgage, two kids, a dog and an SUV in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/109371171009249006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=109371171009249006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109371171009249006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109371171009249006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/08/caught.html' title='caught!'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-109354240715776437</id><published>2004-08-26T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T10:46:47.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>technical difficulties update</title><summary type='text'>some of my links don't come out in my posts. also, apologies to "me" who posted on the original, truncated "i did it, girls!" post. your comment was lost in the republishing.things might continue to look ugly here until i hear back from blogger about what's up. by then, humankind may have evolved into its next stage with a completely, brand-spanking new phenotype. kinda like the "new and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/109354240715776437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=109354240715776437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109354240715776437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109354240715776437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/08/technical-difficulties-update.html' title='technical difficulties update'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-109351579048296065</id><published>2004-08-26T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T12:12:53.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"i did it, girls!"</title><summary type='text'>i type this headline jokingly, of course, as i flash my imaginary engagement ring.i went on my second nerve.com blind date date, ever. (remember the first one? it was the pharmaceuticals man who really liked to train people who have a natural "work ethic." what a puritan! i bet he loves people who work on labor day.) this date followed my attendance to the bridal shower of my friend. at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/109351579048296065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=109351579048296065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109351579048296065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109351579048296065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-did-it-girls_26.html' title='&quot;i did it, girls!&quot;'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-109267455738561021</id><published>2004-08-16T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T09:49:47.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you laughing, yet?</title><summary type='text'>i've been emailing this guy from nerve.com when i found out that he actually signed up through the onion! for some reason, that strikes me as weird. so, does that mean the goof balls that look to the onion as "america's finest news source" are also looking for love online? i am a fan of the onion myself, even though i don't read it regularly. i just wonder if there's a personality-type that you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/109267455738561021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=109267455738561021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109267455738561021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109267455738561021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/08/you-laughing-yet.html' title='you laughing, yet?'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-109242230165511148</id><published>2004-08-13T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T11:38:21.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't belong here--radiohead</title><summary type='text'>you'd think for a blog that's listed in the blog search engine directory under the "dating blogs" category  there would actually be more posts about the bloggers going out on actual dates. well... that's what i "thunk."nerve.com ain't happening. granted, i do get messages from men to whom i don't respond, but i just wish someone i could be interested in would send me a message. that goes for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/109242230165511148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=109242230165511148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109242230165511148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109242230165511148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-dont-belong-here-radiohead.html' title='&lt;b&gt;i don&apos;t belong here--&lt;a href=&quot;lyrics007 &quot;&gt;radiohead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-109224451614268156</id><published>2004-08-11T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T10:21:51.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dodging bullets</title><summary type='text'>today i got a big scare (well... no, i wasn't held up at gunpoint). i was logged into nerve.com when a window popped up. someone was trying to "instant chat" me. it was this 44 year-old white guy (obviously oblivious to my "27-36" age range preference). one of his photos was of him lying on his back on his bed in his boxer briefs. come on! plus, he was also one of those men who want to date </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/109224451614268156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=109224451614268156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109224451614268156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109224451614268156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/08/dodging-bullets.html' title='dodging bullets'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-109168784285801847</id><published>2004-08-04T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T23:37:22.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>post script to blocking the "man"</title><summary type='text'>just in case our readers may think i was being a bit too judgemental about the anti-hip hop guy from yesterday, i wanted to explain a bit more the impetous for blocking him. in his message to me, he put in the subject, "i'll be your huckleberry." the only image i had was of me being the runaway slave on the mississippi river with his white self as my "partner-in-crime." for me, that's not exactly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/109168784285801847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=109168784285801847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109168784285801847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109168784285801847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/08/post-script-to-blocking-man.html' title='post script to blocking the &quot;man&quot;'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-109164278771481058</id><published>2004-08-04T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T16:35:34.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you do? </title><summary type='text'>Let's say you've been seeing someone for about four months. You haven't seen each other in about six weeks since both of you are traveling. You both happen to have one night where you will be in the same city; your partner is flying into the airport at 8:34 PM local time. You want to see this person, so you agree to pick them up at the airport. Your partner is flying in with their sister and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/109164278771481058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=109164278771481058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109164278771481058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109164278771481058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-would-you-do.html' title='What would you do? '/><author><name>triniti</name><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-6589019.post-109155590526762655</id><published>2004-08-03T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T10:58:25.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm the one that i want!</title><summary type='text'>yeah... this entry is supposed to be my post-oprah transformational declaration of "i'm my own best friend!" i don't need someone to "complete me" blah, blah, blah. how empowering in a very white woman, lifetime channel way. yick. pass me the sweet and low.i was going through my nerve.com messages and i found a message from this white guy who writes in his profile:I think the whole expression</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/109155590526762655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=109155590526762655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109155590526762655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109155590526762655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-one-that-i-want.html' title='i&apos;m the one that i want!'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-109034788465929361</id><published>2004-07-20T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T17:10:34.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where's my gold star?</title><summary type='text'>i was looking at my newly re-posted profile on nerve.com this morning, when i finally got the answer to the question, "what's your favorite onscreen sex scene?" for the longest time, i just ignored that question because i really didn't have one. when i see sex scenes in movies, i can't help but think how it's all fake and how the people "doing it" are surrounded by a camera crew and some boom mic</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/109034788465929361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=109034788465929361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109034788465929361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109034788465929361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/07/wheres-my-gold-star.html' title='where&apos;s my gold star?'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-109027891142391539</id><published>2004-07-19T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T16:15:11.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eternal return</title><summary type='text'>i'm back on nerve. i just got back from camping and training in arizona for a week. i figured i could go for the cheap entertainment of reading responses to my profile (this is the optimist in me) while on the road this month for work. that, and i came up with new responses to the nerve questionnaire. so really, this whole online dating thing is just an opportunity to test out new material on my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/109027891142391539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=109027891142391539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109027891142391539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/109027891142391539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/07/eternal-return.html' title='eternal return'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108879891118594139</id><published>2004-07-02T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T13:08:31.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>analog dating</title><summary type='text'>so, with no online profiles up, save for  friendster, where does that leave infiniti (yes, i use the royal third person in referencing myself)? well, let's just say i'm sticking my nose to the grindstone (i think that's the idiomatic expression), immersing myself in my work and waiting for some numbskull to throw themselves onto the hood of my car. such is the life. btw, i decided to "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108879891118594139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108879891118594139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108879891118594139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108879891118594139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/07/analog-dating.html' title='analog dating'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108849086630503226</id><published>2004-06-28T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T23:34:26.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four  Ways to ask a guy out</title><summary type='text'>1.)"Hey I've been meaning to check out this cafe on ------ and could     definitely use the company, do you want to join me? "2.)(If they are new to the area) "Hey Let me know if you want to    explore (name of city) and we can plan something"3.)"Have you seen (insert movie)? I've been dying to check it out"4.)"I'll be in the area soon, do you want to meet up and catch a bite    to eat?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108849086630503226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108849086630503226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108849086630503226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108849086630503226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/06/four-ways-to-ask-guy-out.html' title='Four  Ways to ask a guy out'/><author><name>triniti</name><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-6589019.post-108849027907389584</id><published>2004-06-28T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T23:26:16.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ways to talk to your partner about practicing safe sex</title><summary type='text'>Ok so we all really enjoy having sex, be it in a long term relationship or a one night stand. However, we're living in a world where not everything is what it seems.Without protective sex you risk pregnancy and STDS.That said, here are some ways to talk about practicing safe sex: 1.)"Do you have a condom?"2.)Carry a condom with you. Try to find one that has spermicidal    lubricant. Or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108849027907389584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108849027907389584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108849027907389584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108849027907389584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/06/ways-to-talk-to-your-partner-about.html' title='Ways to talk to your partner about practicing safe sex'/><author><name>triniti</name><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-6589019.post-108838477678063104</id><published>2004-06-27T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T18:06:16.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What constitutes a physical relationship? </title><summary type='text'>what constitutes a physical relationship? Moreover, is it possible for people to engage with each other physically? I know friends who are in this situation where they don't have time for a deep romantic relatiionship; yet have that physical need to be with someone. My thoughts on this is that there is nothing wrong in satisfying a craving, as long as both you and your partner are fully </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108838477678063104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108838477678063104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108838477678063104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108838477678063104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/06/what-constitutes-physical-relationship.html' title='What constitutes a physical relationship? '/><author><name>triniti</name><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-6589019.post-108749184890644541</id><published>2004-06-17T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T10:04:08.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>going undercover</title><summary type='text'>i pulled down my profile down from nerve. i figured, if i stayed on any longer, i'd only get more messages from freaks looking for milfs and muffs or, i'd get recognized from people i work with or know casually. from now on... i'm incognito.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108749184890644541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108749184890644541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108749184890644541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108749184890644541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/06/going-undercover.html' title='going undercover'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108732640169533002</id><published>2004-06-15T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T12:06:41.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the freaks come out at night</title><summary type='text'>i'm nearing the time that i need to remove my nerve profile from the land we call "cyberspace." last night, around 2am, i get a notice from a "milf aficionado." it turns out he's winking at me. i check out his disconcerting profile. perhaps i sound like some sheltered suburban debutante, but this guy was a FREAK!he's 29, from palm springs. his relationship status? "discreet." that's right. he's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108732640169533002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108732640169533002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108732640169533002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108732640169533002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/06/freaks-come-out-at-night.html' title='the freaks come out at night'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108708798275605112</id><published>2004-06-12T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T17:53:02.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's about time...</title><summary type='text'>the other mestizo boy, "o," finally kinda sorta asked me out. he writes: "I've really enjoyed corresponding with you these last few weeks. You seem very smart and interesting and I want to ask if I can give you a call at some point? If you don't feel comfortable giving me your number, maybe we can meet up somewhere and hang out for a bit. Let me know what you think..."well, shit. if he only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108708798275605112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108708798275605112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108708798275605112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108708798275605112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/06/its-about-time.html' title='it&apos;s about time...'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108698085395418678</id><published>2004-06-11T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T12:07:33.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>should i jump ship?</title><summary type='text'>i'm not feeling like having any profile up, right now. i'm not too keen on going out again with mestizo #1, and i keep getting messages from 25 year-olds on match, probably because they, too, are turned off by the majority of its members who reek of a mortgage, dog, and two kids. one 25 year-old just looked TOO DAMN PRETTY for me. he posted heroin chic, calvin klein-esque photos of himself. uh uh</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108698085395418678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108698085395418678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108698085395418678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108698085395418678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/06/should-i-jump-ship.html' title='should i jump ship?'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108684611488282314</id><published>2004-06-09T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T22:44:21.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>note to self: WATCH the caller ID</title><summary type='text'>mestizo #1 calls me tonight. i got confused as to the number on my caller id. i thought it was a number of a friend of mine. it wasn't. it was him. i try to remain pleasant. he asks about when we should hang out again. i tell him i'm going on vacation. i really am, but i'm not going to be going out of town for two more weeks. i just make myself sound unavailable until the last week of june. who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108684611488282314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108684611488282314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108684611488282314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108684611488282314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/06/note-to-self-watch-caller-id.html' title='note to self: WATCH the caller ID'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108683406369672263</id><published>2004-06-09T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T19:29:09.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>men have issues</title><summary type='text'>i always wondered why there is always the prevailing stereotype of the hysterical woman. freud propagated that, and it just keeps going and going. i find it "hysterical" when i read men's preferences on online dating sites. i've noticed that men often have a problem dating any woman more than two years older, but the 18 year olds that are 20 years their junior are fair game!! that, and so many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108683406369672263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108683406369672263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108683406369672263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108683406369672263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/06/men-have-issues.html' title='men have issues'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108673976671270936</id><published>2004-06-08T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T23:10:16.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STRIPTEASE MUSIC PLEASE??</title><summary type='text'>Does anyone have any suggestions of sexy music for a striptease????My list so far: Kevin Lyttle: Turn Me on (SOCA MADNESS!)Rupee: WinnerTupac: How do u want it? Elephant Man: Jook Gal (SOCA REGGAE!)Rakim: Stay a WhileFaith Evans/Mos Def: Brown Sugar</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108673976671270936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108673976671270936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108673976671270936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108673976671270936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/06/striptease-music-please.html' title='STRIPTEASE MUSIC PLEASE??'/><author><name>triniti</name><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-6589019.post-108673963904331479</id><published>2004-06-08T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T23:11:44.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'> is it easier for women to "obtain" sex than women?</title><summary type='text'>I received the following email today(only an excerpt):&gt; when reading sexually explicit passages written by female authors. It's&gt; relatively hard for a man to obtain sex, whereas a woman can walk up to an&gt; man she wants (because he requires no special mood or circumstance) whenever&gt; she wants. So when a female author writes a sexually explicit passage, it's&gt; as if she says, "Ha ha, man, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108673963904331479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108673963904331479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108673963904331479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108673963904331479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/06/is-it-easier-for-women-to-obtain-sex.html' title=' is it easier for women to &quot;obtain&quot; sex than women?'/><author><name>triniti</name><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-6589019.post-108663386325135283</id><published>2004-06-07T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T16:08:26.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ooohhh-uhhh-uhhhh, no they didn't.</title><summary type='text'>or perhaps i should call this one "it's over. good morning to you too, part 2."woke up to the following chillin' in my inbox:Hello!We had to make changes to your profile due to a Terms of Service violation. Sorry, but contact information is not allowed anywhere in the profiles.In the future, please follow our guidelines, and don't mention info such as:  - Email addressBTW- if you want</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108663386325135283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108663386325135283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108663386325135283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108663386325135283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/06/ooohhh-uhhh-uhhhh-no-they-didnt.html' title='ooohhh-uhhh-uhhhh, no they didn&apos;t.'/><author><name>gettoglam</name><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-6589019.post-108658795711811452</id><published>2004-06-06T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T22:59:17.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well, i asked for it</title><summary type='text'>so one of the mestizo boys called me today. we talked briefly and politely about ourselves. he expertly gives a run-down about who he is and how he grew up, went to school, goes to work. i do the same. he then tells me that he's been on nerve for a year now and has gone out with 20 different women. he talked casually about it as if it were some hobby like playing video games:"you know, i think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108658795711811452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108658795711811452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108658795711811452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108658795711811452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/06/well-i-asked-for-it.html' title='well, i asked for it'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108648378535221289</id><published>2004-06-05T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T18:03:05.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a moron's technique</title><summary type='text'>update  on the not-quite lover boy who invited me to see krs-one tonightso, when i got the message on thursday inviting me--even though he admitted it was "super, super forward"--to see krs-one and immortal technique for saturday night, i thought, "maybe..." the problem was that i don't have a paid subscription to match.com. being the case, i couldn't write back to him to say, "hell yeah!" well</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108648378535221289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108648378535221289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108648378535221289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108648378535221289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/06/morons-technique.html' title='a moron&apos;s technique'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108645898277084888</id><published>2004-06-05T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T11:45:00.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's over. well, good morning to you too!</title><summary type='text'>"good morning! i just saw your recent pics online -- Girl, you are tomboyishly hot!  BUT, i'm looking for a femme, and you and i look we share a masculine style.  :)  so, i'm going to pass on tomorrow.  good luck with the show!  i'm sure it'll be great!  (keep me posted on your events, maybe we could be friends)  Ü"i wake up to the above in my inbox.my only response to her-- no, we probably </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108645898277084888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108645898277084888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108645898277084888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108645898277084888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/06/its-over-well-good-morning-to-you-too.html' title='it&apos;s over. well, good morning to you too!'/><author><name>gettoglam</name><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-6589019.post-108637526361933714</id><published>2004-06-04T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T11:54:59.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>adding another heart to the hunt</title><summary type='text'>it's official. i'd like to welcome gettoglam to the hunting and gathering crew of sex? in THIS city? of course, i'm the only one with a blogger profile up (see "about" on the right-hand side). obviously, there must be a direct correlation between who has a profile and who's getting--or, in my case--not getting any action. it's also official: i'm a loser... losah!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108637526361933714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108637526361933714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108637526361933714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108637526361933714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/06/adding-another-heart-to-hunt.html' title='adding another heart to the hunt'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108637526635202575</id><published>2004-06-04T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T11:56:44.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WINNER</title><summary type='text'>Here is a piece of a Soca song from RUPEEI was thinking about it last night and today. This goes out to everyone who's been treated like shit by their special someone. "WINNER"You gotta give a woman (man, other) what she wants, You gotta give a woman (man, other) what she needs You gotta let your woman (man, other) know how much you love heryou gotta make your woman (man, other) feel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108637526635202575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108637526635202575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108637526635202575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108637526635202575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/06/winner.html' title='WINNER'/><author><name>triniti</name><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-6589019.post-108637376028263410</id><published>2004-06-04T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T11:49:54.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's wrong with sags, hmmmm?</title><summary type='text'>so, someone here deserves a hand... last night i was prompted, practically handed the things to write and do along with nicely shaded photo of myself to join nerve.com.  this moring i wake up to a "hotlist MATCH."  1/2 an hour later i've got a date for sunday.way to go team.don't know how much more i have to write, i mean, i wasn't expecting all this.  i did say that if "the one" didn't write</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108637376028263410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108637376028263410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108637376028263410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108637376028263410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/06/whats-wrong-with-sags-hmmmm.html' title='what&apos;s wrong with sags, hmmmm?'/><author><name>gettoglam</name><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-6589019.post-108635857150268677</id><published>2004-06-04T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T07:16:11.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the profiles... they are a changin'</title><summary type='text'>HA! so, i was re-checking the profile on match.com of mr. sensitive to see what was his astrological sign (i know... cheesy. i was just wondering if he were an overly sensitive scorpio... maybe he's a sagittarian). originally, he had up on his profile that he was looking to date someone between "21-26" years old. yes... meaning, why did he message me if i'm too old maid for him? anyway, i check </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108635857150268677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108635857150268677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108635857150268677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108635857150268677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/06/profiles-they-are-changin.html' title='the profiles... they are a changin&apos;'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108632864837709472</id><published>2004-06-03T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T23:02:00.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEstizo</title><summary type='text'>on nerve, i've been getting all these half-irish, half-filipino guys. what's up with that? one of them, "o," has been incessantly emailing me for the past week, but WON'T ASK ME OUT. meanwhile, this punk guy--works for a large pharmaceutical company by day, dives in the mosh pit at punk shows at night--has already asked me out to coffee after two emails. as he says on his profile, "this ain't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108632864837709472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108632864837709472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108632864837709472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108632864837709472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/06/mestizo.html' title='MEstizo'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108631837474008480</id><published>2004-06-03T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T07:18:59.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do guys suck sometimes? </title><summary type='text'>I know two situations where my friend and I have faced non responsive exes.My case is the following: I went out with this guy last summer. Was really into him until I realized that I fell for a fantasy, an ideal and not a real person. I didn't tell him this when I broke up with him; I told him I just needed time to sift through my own personal drama. Months down the line after much prodding </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108631837474008480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108631837474008480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108631837474008480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108631837474008480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/06/why-do-guys-suck-sometimes.html' title='Why do guys suck sometimes? '/><author><name>triniti</name><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-6589019.post-108627931839974891</id><published>2004-06-03T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T09:15:18.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bruising cyber-egos...</title><summary type='text'>i think the world of online dating is very flaky. i, for one, know that i can drop electronic correspondence very easily. i think it's because there's that lack of accountability that you have when corresponding with a complete stranger. so today, is the first time that someone actually commented on the whole finicky nature of online dating. i get this message:subject: that was a short-lived </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108612877443724654</id><published>2004-06-01T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T12:20:05.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you gotta be kidding</title><summary type='text'>my nerve profile specifically--though politely--states: please NOTE: asian fetishists need not apply. my AF detector is highly sensitive. thanks.why then, do i get a message from a WHITE, earth-crunchy hippie guy whose religion is "hindu tantric yogi" and whose favorite on-screen sex scene is, "In Kama Sutra, between the artist and the courtesan?" i thought i was in santa cruz, for a moment. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108612877443724654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108612877443724654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108612877443724654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108612877443724654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/06/you-gotta-be-kidding.html' title='you gotta be kidding'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108602075106949223</id><published>2004-05-31T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T15:35:06.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><summary type='text'>So I have another confession: I think I might have an obsession with sex. Not that it's all I think about, but it's something that I cannot stop talking about with people, dissecting, analyzing, sharing, reading. It's fascinating to see what happens to the human body during "The Act"--body temperatures rise, your skin is more sensitive, all of a sudden something inside you takes over, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108602075106949223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108602075106949223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108602075106949223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108602075106949223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/05/blog-post.html' title=' '/><author><name>triniti</name><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-6589019.post-108589754317913496</id><published>2004-05-29T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T02:11:53.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So far away----</title><summary type='text'>So the reason why I have not posted to this blog is pretty sad: I have been sucked up into the vortex of a monogamous physical relatiosnhip.But that's not what this entry is about. A few months into this "situation" I find out that this guy may  leave within six months. As an "appetizer" he has had to leave for a business trip and will be gone for six weeks. six weeks. About a month and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108589754317913496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108589754317913496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108589754317913496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108589754317913496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/05/so-far-away.html' title='So far away----'/><author><name>triniti</name><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-6589019.post-108550478891252203</id><published>2004-05-25T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T10:06:28.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at the pit stop</title><summary type='text'>come in red fox...over.this is grey squirrel.......over.nice pix...great smile...over.living without laughter....can't do it...over.what does the radical dreamer do for fun......over....ciao."e" aka grey squirrel</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108550478891252203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108550478891252203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108550478891252203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108550478891252203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/05/at-pit-stop.html' title='at the pit &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nerve.com&quot;&gt;stop&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108541541097851857</id><published>2004-05-24T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T09:20:48.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me no talk pretty any day</title><summary type='text'>match.com never fails. another weirdo surpassing the "27-35" age range and preference for men of color just sent me this message:I'm "j," 38 years old, 6'5'' form Santa Monica Calif. I'd love to meet my dream girl here. She's a brown eyed sweatheart. With straight dark hair. She is a special girl with a kind caring personality. She never likes to use bad language.... I love nice cars and nice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108541541097851857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108541541097851857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108541541097851857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108541541097851857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/05/me-no-talk-pretty-any-day.html' title='me no talk pretty any day'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108511538103268784</id><published>2004-05-20T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T21:57:21.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is the gun aimed south?</title><summary type='text'>i'm not sure if this is shooting myself in the foot, but i decided for fun to include a little anecdote in my response to one of the nerve.com questions. the nerve! they're so much more fun than match where they just ask tedious questions like what kind of pets do you like, or do you have a roommate:best or worst lie ever told:once, a daring stranger at the bookstore asked about my hickey as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108511538103268784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108511538103268784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108511538103268784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108511538103268784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/05/is-gun-aimed-south.html' title='is the gun aimed south?'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108493904873032284</id><published>2004-05-18T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T20:57:28.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the play by play</title><summary type='text'>it's actually a bit of cheap entertainment to peruse the online personals. between match and nerve, i prefer the latter, hands down. the questions they ask to build your profile are a bit punchier and allow for more creativity than match.com. example:"in my bedroom you'll find..."this is where you can insert: "the mummified corpse of my last boyfriend with an inspired mess of jars </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108493904873032284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108493904873032284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108493904873032284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108493904873032284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/05/play-by-play.html' title='the play by play'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108477514437309367</id><published>2004-05-16T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T23:25:44.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back in the game again...</title><summary type='text'>all right. so, after a month-long hiatus, i decided to unhide, update and premiere my profiles on match and nerve. this time, i tried to lessen the  bitterness that i think soaked my older profiles. i just put a meek line at the bottom of my profile saying, "please NOTE: asian fetishists need not apply. my AF detector is highly-sensitive. thanks."question: what do you do when an "ex" tells you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108477514437309367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108477514437309367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108477514437309367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108477514437309367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/05/back-in-game-again.html' title='back in the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nerve.com&quot;&gt;game&lt;/a&gt; again...'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108416409881549793</id><published>2004-05-09T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T21:49:48.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he puts the "ass" into "no class"</title><summary type='text'>i went to rosarito this past saturday with my friend, "i," her fiance, and at-the-last-minute, her fiance's meathead friend, "t":on the way to pick him up:i: don't worry. we're not trying to set you up on a double date.within thirty minutes, the machismo, the testosterone and the overpowering fumes from the t-bone steak in his head started to permeate the car's interior.t: you know, in </summary><link 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src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108277109097851337</id><published>2004-04-23T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T19:07:30.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 mean 2 furious</title><summary type='text'>is it boredom? can someone explain this to me? there's this guy, "randy" (short for "random," because he is) who i went to college with and with whom i ran in the same friend circles. i heard he was a big drunk in college... like me! after not seeing him for what--for a number of years--i bump into him to find out that lives near me. i bumped into him again last weekend on accident on the street.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108277109097851337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108277109097851337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/04/2-mean-2-furious.html' title='2 mean 2 furious'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108252752404747674</id><published>2004-04-20T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T16:31:54.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you thought it was safe to pull down your profiles! </title><summary type='text'>Aw no, just when you thought it was safe to pull down your profile and head for da telly; guess who's back? And back with a vengenance! That's right-- it's Trin comin at ya with fresh news-- keep on readin'!In this issue: NYC-- what happens when two nonlinears meet? So I get back to Cali to present at a conference. I casually mention it to NYC (remember NYC=New York Cutie) who says he may "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108252752404747674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108252752404747674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108252752404747674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108252752404747674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/04/just-when-you-thought-it-was-safe-to.html' title='Just when you thought it was safe to pull down your profiles! '/><author><name>triniti</name><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-6589019.post-108144867666458954</id><published>2004-04-08T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T11:29:00.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i blew out the match</title><summary type='text'>i took down my profile. i now need to do the same on nerve. i wasn't feeling this online thing. seriously. how can you judge whether or not you want to date someone based on their "keep it healthy" diet, or "my ideal date is a walk on the beach, candlelight dinner..." blah, blah, blah. knowing that information is more likely to scare me off--who the hell wants to spend an evening experiencing a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108144867666458954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108144867666458954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108144867666458954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108144867666458954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-blew-out-match.html' title='i blew out the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.match.com&quot;&gt;match&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108126960769623648</id><published>2004-04-06T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T09:43:52.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a punchy psychic</title><summary type='text'>yahoo.com changed its horoscope format to a shorter, more direct version. it kind of sucks because they no longer give you your daily numeroscope (drats!). my forecast for today?Should you have been more patient with that certain someone? More understanding? More willing to take the time to train them properly? Nah. Stop sighing, and get dressed. The next lucky contestant is looking for you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108126960769623648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108126960769623648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108126960769623648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108126960769623648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/04/what-punchy-psychic.html' title='what a punchy psychic'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108119149703211904</id><published>2004-04-05T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T12:02:01.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exception to the pool</title><summary type='text'>i got one measly wink from some 35 year-old white guy. i'm not exactly bitter about the one wink, though. i'm hoping my warning worked on the cyber illiterates on match.com. anyway, this dude says he's only looking for "white/caucasian" women. why then, is he winking at me? YES, ladies and gents, because i'm oh so special! i hope you can smell the sarcasm through your computer monitors, here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108119149703211904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108119149703211904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108119149703211904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108119149703211904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/04/exception-to-pool.html' title='exception to the pool'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108068437370835868</id><published>2004-03-30T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T14:11:29.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>well, i never</title><summary type='text'>i just got a message on match.com:Thanks for the wink. I read your proile and wanted to say hello. I spent the last 2 years growing a business, and had little time for dating. My goal for 2004 is to try to meet someone nice. You sound like a really fun and thoughtful person. My e-mail address is (insert email address). I'm on line all day at Instant Message: (insert AIM login). Hope to hear </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108068437370835868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108068437370835868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108068437370835868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108068437370835868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/well-i-never.html' title='well, i never'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108024513248418695</id><published>2004-03-25T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T12:09:01.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to fantasy island!</title><summary type='text'>what if i did this with SBC to move things along:hey. what's with all this email back and forth? all this writing makes me think that we're diplomats simply trying to maintain obligatory correspondence with another foreign national. maybe we should meet and see if there's any chemistry. if there's not, then we can reassess whether or not we give a shit about writing any more to each other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108024513248418695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108024513248418695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108024513248418695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108024513248418695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/welcome-to-fantasy-island.html' title='welcome to fantasy island!'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108015506053564662</id><published>2004-03-24T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T11:07:48.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>strictly west SUH hide</title><summary type='text'>please note. triniti's goin' back to cali, cali, cali. she's going back to cali. yeah, man i know so.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108015506053564662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108015506053564662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108015506053564662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108015506053564662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/strictly-west-suh-hide.html' title='strictly west SUH hide'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108010109182208641</id><published>2004-03-23T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T20:10:20.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the hell am i doing?</title><summary type='text'>i wrote SBC back after a couple of days. it wasn't some intentional playing hard to get thing. i just wasn't motivated, nor was i motivated just now in sending him a response to his last message. his last email went into detail about the movie he made last year and the screenplays he's writing. he talked about how confident he was in his writing abilities--to the extent that i had to ask, "did i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108010109182208641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108010109182208641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108010109182208641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108010109182208641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/what-hell-am-i-doing.html' title='what the hell am i doing?'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-108005867209834495</id><published>2004-03-23T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T08:21:18.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><summary type='text'>this just in: yet, another fucking, stupid 40 year-old white guy has "winked" at me on match.com. i'm sure it's because of these fuckheads that we have president fuckhead in the office. that's right. you privileged, STUPID, fuckheads. LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE! (no, i don't have PMS; i'm just astounded about how stupid people are.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/108005867209834495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=108005867209834495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108005867209834495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/108005867209834495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-107982295001025135</id><published>2004-03-20T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T14:52:32.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No bites--</title><summary type='text'>So this week I haven't written ANYTHING!! I'm sorry for being so MIA--and at Fin's request I am going to write about my week of INactivity: CR: He hasn't written back! usually he writes within a day or so; it's already been a week but I'm not sure what's going on--did I come on too strong? If I did he must be really scared of women, because I honestly don't think I came on too strong--and he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/107982295001025135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=107982295001025135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107982295001025135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107982295001025135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/no-bites.html' title='No bites--'/><author><name>triniti</name><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-6589019.post-107967972299994243</id><published>2004-03-18T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T23:05:23.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>points for wit</title><summary type='text'>i got this message on nerve.com today:Hi, I may be too old, (he is 39) and the wrong color, (he's another white guy) but I'm a serious theorist (and whistler) (on my profile i say that i'm an aspiring pro-whistler). I was seriously intrigued by your profile too. You can find out about me and see more pictures of me here: (insert URL)This interview pretty much sums up my story of late. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/107967972299994243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=107967972299994243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107967972299994243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107967972299994243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/points-for-wit.html' title='points for wit'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-107958961415885979</id><published>2004-03-17T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T22:05:26.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah, huh?</title><summary type='text'>i got another keeper of a message from match.com. it was--you guessed it--from yet another stupid white guy that literally--COULD NOT READ--that i'm only interested in  MEN OF COLOR:subject: HELLOI read your profile and think we have alot in common. i would like the chance to get to know you better. If you would like to get to know me drop me a e-mail. I hope to hear from you soon.E.he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/107958961415885979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=107958961415885979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107958961415885979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107958961415885979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/oh-yeah-huh.html' title='oh yeah, huh?'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-107954406846305267</id><published>2004-03-17T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T09:24:26.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>automatic pilot</title><summary type='text'>i've had a couple of back and forth emails with SBC. nothing special. i don't think we come off as being particularly witty, intelligent  or funny to each other. i don't even know how into any of this online stuff i am. i feel like i'm just channel surfing. every morning, i get an email from match.com "alerting" me of all the new guys interested in me. when i look at them, i think, "next!" even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/107954406846305267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=107954406846305267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107954406846305267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107954406846305267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/automatic-pilot.html' title='automatic pilot'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-107938917631969412</id><published>2004-03-15T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T14:26:30.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wrote the dude</title><summary type='text'>yeah yeah. so i sound like a surfer, but what the hell else am i gonna do? give the guy's real name? SBC finally emailed me back. (maybe my luck is turning around, or maybe he was doing the obligatory three-day wait thing). first thing i noticed. he capitalizes the first word of every sentence. when i see that in electronic correspondence, it weirds me out. my capitalization goes to shit. plus, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/107938917631969412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=107938917631969412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107938917631969412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107938917631969412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-wrote-dude.html' title='i wrote the dude'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-107920880860078735</id><published>2004-03-13T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T12:20:30.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SBC update</title><summary type='text'>in looking at the original email that i sent SBC (see, "i did it!"--10 march 2004), i realized i had a typo:subject: for my friend, (insert infiniti's match.com username)my friend, (insert infiniti's real name with her username in parentheses) doesn't have the email function on here, but wanted to just give you her email address: (insert infiniti's personal email address). if you're interested</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/107920880860078735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=107920880860078735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107920880860078735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107920880860078735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/sbc-update.html' title='SBC update'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-107920689971067293</id><published>2004-03-13T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T11:46:44.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what about those "friend of friends?"</title><summary type='text'>remember friendster? that was my first foray into this online networking thing. supposedly, it was less "sleazy" and "desperate" to sign on to these "friend of friends" things since you would only be cyber mingling with--you got it, friends of friends. yeah, that was until foolios started making it some kind of social ladder competition, where winners were rewarded with the most "friendsters." </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/107920689971067293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=107920689971067293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107920689971067293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107920689971067293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/what-about-those-friend-of-friends.html' title='what about those &quot;friend of friends?&quot;'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-107919419281122415</id><published>2004-03-13T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T11:28:55.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Watched Pot---</title><summary type='text'>So I have this problem--After replying to all three people I haven't received any responses. Am I being too eager? It's already been a few days and I haven't heard from anyone--Am I being too obsessive? Maybe this is speaking of my need to engage with people; I have to admit I always feel the need to meet people and talk about anything; the weather, sports, music, art, films, books. On </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/107919419281122415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=107919419281122415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107919419281122415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107919419281122415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/watched-pot.html' title='A Watched Pot---'/><author><name>triniti</name><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-6589019.post-107905200969959305</id><published>2004-03-11T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T12:22:05.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on ethnic specific dating sites</title><summary type='text'>yesterday, "sex? in THIS city's" "resident married gal pal" (the woman has yet to post on this site. "t," if you're reading, take this un-hint) suggested that trin and i peruse ethnic-specific dating sites. if we're having such a hard time being targeted by men of pallor and color with suspicious, possibly fetishistic intentions, why don't we "take it back home," go for our own... that type of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/107905200969959305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=107905200969959305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107905200969959305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107905200969959305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/on-ethnic-specific-dating-sites.html' title='on ethnic specific dating sites'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-107903448515968668</id><published>2004-03-11T11:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T16:22:59.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Respond? </title><summary type='text'>Ok now things are starting to simmer a little bit---Just a note: the names have been altered to protect the innocent. I Got three messages: one from CR,  Texas Sweetie, (TS),  and Bay Area Hacker (BAH). First: BAH: He actually runs in the same circles as I do believe it or not. He passed me his number and I called him. We talked a lot about everything--he's a really sharp guy!However we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/107903448515968668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=107903448515968668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107903448515968668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107903448515968668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/how-to-respond.html' title='How to Respond? '/><author><name>triniti</name><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-6589019.post-107898985107606574</id><published>2004-03-10T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T14:48:16.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my car broke down</title><summary type='text'>my new profile request finally got "approved" on match.com with my new request that i don't want any asian fetishists. however, (i doubt this was a computer glitch) it gets cut off:PLEASE RESPECT that i only am interested in MEN OF COLOR between the AGES Of 27-35 and don't expect me to explain why, nor to respond to messages that ignore this. also, if you're a man of color only looking for "Asian</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/107898985107606574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=107898985107606574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107898985107606574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107898985107606574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/my-car-broke-down.html' title='my car broke down'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-107894225921325763</id><published>2004-03-10T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T13:26:27.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i did it!</title><summary type='text'>with trinity's permission, i logged onto  match.com with her username and used her free 3-day trial to send "south bay cutie" (aka "SBC") a message:subject: for my friend (insert infiniti's username)my friend (insert my real name) doesn't have the email function, but she wanted to give you her email address (insert email address). if you're interested she'd love to have you drop her a line.thanks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/107894225921325763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=107894225921325763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107894225921325763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107894225921325763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-did-it.html' title='i did it!'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-107890071347236890</id><published>2004-03-09T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T13:26:59.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm cheap, but at least we're working it</title><summary type='text'>all right... so, just when i thought i was gonna give up on the online dating thing, trinity convinced me to do, "one more search." that's right. that's the online cattle call practice of specifying preferences on some search engine and seeing what comes up. it's so similar to playing the slot machines i guess. i had been complaining all day about the slim pickin's on the internet and how i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/107890071347236890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=107890071347236890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107890071347236890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107890071347236890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/im-cheap-but-at-least-were-working-it.html' title='i&apos;m cheap, but at least we&apos;re working it'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-107885349400627507</id><published>2004-03-09T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T09:34:41.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok so to back up Fin--Yeah it really feels like slim pickin's in cyberspace; seems like there's only white middle age men with asian fetishes out there--where are the Brothas at?? But maybe Oprah is right--maybe we need to really put ourselves out there and combat all of this negative sexist energy and turn it into something more positive. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/107885349400627507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=107885349400627507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107885349400627507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107885349400627507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/ok-so-to-back-up-fin-yeah-it-really.html' title=''/><author><name>triniti</name><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-6589019.post-107885215104045298</id><published>2004-03-09T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T13:27:50.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bring it on!</title><summary type='text'>all right. i can smell "asian fetish" whenever i see a guy's profile on  match.com that says that he's only looking for "asian/pacific islander" and he's not asian or pacific islander. to remedy getting any more winks from these cyber illiterates, i'm going to have to gouge out their eyes (metaphorically). i updated my profile:PLEASE RESPECT that i only am interested in MEN OF COLOR between the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/107885215104045298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=107885215104045298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107885215104045298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107885215104045298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/bring-it-on.html' title='bring it on!'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-107884773695173229</id><published>2004-03-09T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T13:28:33.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WINKS</title><summary type='text'>OK so the new dating portal, Match.com, has a feature where you can 'wink' at someone for free, basically you tell Match.com to send them a message telling them that you are interested in them. However, to send an email, to set up a chat, you have to pay some money. The dilemma is this, what happens if you do not want to pay the $24.95 per month just to talk to someone? Last week I winked at "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/107884773695173229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=107884773695173229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107884773695173229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107884773695173229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/winks.html' title='THE WINKS'/><author><name>triniti</name><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-6589019.post-107882102905045086</id><published>2004-03-09T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T13:35:25.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know how long this will last</title><summary type='text'>i just got done reading another list of men who "winked" at me again on match.com. some single, recently-divorced 42-year old white man from from santa monica wrote me a message with the subject field, "No Way!" at first, i was nervous. i thought it was going to be a message of wrath for someone "offended" that i dare request men who were "down brown or darker" on my profile. instead, i get:You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/107882102905045086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=107882102905045086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107882102905045086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107882102905045086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-dont-know-how-long-this-will-last.html' title='i don&apos;t know how long this will last'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-107879921595857370</id><published>2004-03-08T18:14:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T19:11:31.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes Yes, Aside from the places 'Fin" mentioned there's also NERVE.COM and the ever reliable CRAIGSLIST. ORG, where you can score a date AND a new sofa!All kidding aside, though, this whole cyberdating has opened up so many possibilities At the touch of your keyboard and with a few clicks of your mouse you can find a possible mate, just as easy as you would find a new laptop on ebay, or a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/107879921595857370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=107879921595857370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107879921595857370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107879921595857370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/yes-yes-aside-from-places-fin.html' title=''/><author><name>triniti</name><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-6589019.post-107879777840818956</id><published>2004-03-08T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T18:06:04.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Allright here's my resultYou have an entrancing kiss~ the kind that leavesyour partner bedazzled and maybe even feelinghe/she is dreaming.  Quite effective; the kissthat never lessens and always blows yourpartner away like the first time. What kind of kiss are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/107879777840818956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=107879777840818956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107879777840818956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107879777840818956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/allright-heres-my-result-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>triniti</name><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-6589019.post-107877642073186664</id><published>2004-03-08T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T13:29:25.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smoochers beware!</title><summary type='text'>should i add this to my profiles? where's my leather?You have a dominant kiss- you take charge and makesure your partner can feel it! Done artfully,it can be very satisfactory if he/she is intoyou playing the dominant role MEORW! What kind of kiss are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/107877642073186664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=107877642073186664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107877642073186664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107877642073186664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/smoochers-beware.html' title='smoochers beware!'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-107877224957206434</id><published>2004-03-08T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T13:30:17.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>online dating: meet the cyber illiterati</title><summary type='text'>so far, trin and i have set up dating profiles on the following: match.com, nerve.com, and  lavalife.com (well, only trin has on this one). on my profiles, i've been very specific. i've stated that i'm only willing to date someone between the ages of 27-35, who must be "down, brown or darker," but i still get 40-year old fools of pallor sending me messages saying they want to get to know me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/107877224957206434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=107877224957206434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107877224957206434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107877224957206434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/online-dating-meet-cyber-illiterati.html' title='online dating: meet the cyber illiterati'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589019.post-107872468608794734</id><published>2004-03-07T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T21:47:50.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That's right- infiniti and trinity will be coming direct to ya providing up to the minute insights on dating, love and romance cyber style! stay tuned----</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/107872468608794734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=107872468608794734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107872468608794734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107872468608794734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/thats-right-infiniti-and-trinity-will.html' title=''/><author><name>triniti</name><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-6589019.post-107872437405788045</id><published>2004-03-07T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T13:30:58.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome!</title><summary type='text'>in these entries, "trinity" and "infiniti" will be telling it like it is in our rollercoaster love(less) lives in separate cities. stay tuned!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/feeds/107872437405788045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6589019&amp;postID=107872437405788045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107872437405788045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6589019/posts/default/107872437405788045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveorbust.blogspot.com/2004/03/welcome.html' title='welcome!'/><author><name>infiniti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22047774_c41ff4932d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
