When they write the book of my life, what section will I be in? Mystery? Horror? Romance? Or just misfiled and jammed in the back under military history? -Samantha, Samantha Who?

Last weekend I celebrated turning a quarter of a century. I know that for some of my readers, this seems pretty young, but for me, it’s a milestone birthday. In my young life, I’ve experienced many ups and downs. I’ve survived some atrocious relationships, over ten different moves (all after I graduated high school), family hardships, the births of my two nephews and one niece, high school, college, I am on my second “grown up” job, and hopefully the beginning of a very important chapter in my romantic life.

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Barney: Dude, you gotta ditch her.
Ted: Obviously.
Marshall: Wha…why?
Barney: She’s got the..’Crazy Eyes’.
Ted: Dude…the eyes…they’re CRAZY.
Marshall: What are you guys talking about, the ‘Crazy Eyes’?
Barney: It’s a well-documented condition of the pupils, or pupi.
Ted: Nope, just pupils.
Barney: It’s an indicator of future mental instability.
-How I Met Your Mother

As promised in a previous post, I will be telling the torrid stories of my dating past. I’ve been going in reverse chronological order, starting with the last guy I dated before Match, and going from there. This post I’ve been dreading, because this person is someone I’d like to forget all together, but I better just get it over with. Hopefully after telling it, you guys will see just how much I appreciate what I have now. This is the story of Date Girl and her Crazy Ex. (more…)

Michael: I’m not a one night stand kinda guy, I don’t like lying to women

Gob: These are lawyers, thats Latin for liar. -Arrested Development

Match is officially my roommate! I could not be more excited. It was not without drama though sadly, no thanks to my apartment complex. I can’t tell you how pissed off I was when I received a phone call last week from the manager, telling me that of course Match could move in, but he’d have to pay a whopping extra $500 deposit. We exchanged words, and then she accused Match of lying to me. (more…)

Marcel, bring me the rice, come on. Bring me the rice. Come on. Good boy, good boy. Come here, gimme the rice. Thank you, good boy. Well, I see he’s finally mastered the difference between, “bring me the…” and “pee in the….”-Ross, Friends

I was so excited for Labor Day weekend to get here. I had grandiose plans of romantic dinners with Match, and relaxing evenings spent without a care in the world. Because of fire academy those didn’t happen. Also, I happen to be training for a half marathon (did I mention that?) and spent all day Sunday moaning in pain and recovering my knees after running 12 miles in two hours the previous day. Still, we managed to have a great weekend, until Monday, Match’s only day off. (more…)