<?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-556129127628803568</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:56:58.660-07:00</updated><category term='online'/><category term='JD'/><category term='iPhone'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='ex'/><category term='whoshere'/><category term='divorce'/><category term='eharmony'/><category term='husband'/><category term='match.com'/><category term='mom'/><category term='men'/><category term='single'/><category term='dating'/><category term='okcupid'/><category term='MBA'/><category term='blog'/><category term='daughters'/><category term='educated'/><title type='text'>MsEducated</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-educated.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556129127628803568/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-educated.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mseducation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273196512628236142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556129127628803568.post-3794735574618742072</id><published>2009-01-20T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:20:19.200-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eharmony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='match.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='okcupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Online Dating</title><content type='html'>Well I must admit I am now doing the 3 day trial subscription on Match.com along with my 3 month subscription to eHarmony.com.   I am also moonlighting on OkCupid but I do not take that site at all serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did eHarmony back in the early fall for a couple of months and communicated with a couple of men but did not meet any of them in person.  I only signed back up because they had a promotion going on and well my dating life had pretty much dried up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to attempt to get the most of my 3 day Match.com trial, already spending a couple of hours shifting through profiles in day one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, as with eHarmony, I am not finding many men that are worth conversing with.  I do not think I am picky (impossible considering the last two men I was involved with).  I do think that because of my last relationship, I have now set my standards a bit higher and there is just a lack of men in my area that fit even my basic criteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not opposed to traveling if it means finding a quality man.  So I am casting my net further than usual.  Crossing my fingers.  Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556129127628803568-3794735574618742072?l=ms-educated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-educated.blogspot.com/feeds/3794735574618742072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ms-educated.blogspot.com/2009/01/online-dating-when-you-do-not-live-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556129127628803568/posts/default/3794735574618742072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556129127628803568/posts/default/3794735574618742072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-educated.blogspot.com/2009/01/online-dating-when-you-do-not-live-in.html' title='Online Dating'/><author><name>Mseducation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273196512628236142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556129127628803568.post-4484738117994857605</id><published>2009-01-19T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:18:48.125-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whoshere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"W" No not Bush, but he claimed to be a gardener.  &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I met him through the Whoshere application on my iPhone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whoshere is a program which allows you to create a brief profile and be linked to everyone else with an Apple iPhone or iTouch who also has the application. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The application allows you to view pictures, instant message and trade pictures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had downloaded the application a couple weeks prior and used it when I was bored and wanted to chat with someone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Typically I ignore guys who have topless pictures - I find them crude for some reason - but “W” was cute, even if he looked young.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We got to chatting and it turned out we had a lot in common.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was 30, separated from his wife/high school sweetheart for 14 months, has two boys.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Owned his own landscaping business that he claims is very successful and seemed to be overall a good guy, from what I could discern via phone and texts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That night we talked on the phone until 3:00am and it was a great conversation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The next week we shared text messages and phone calls and even set a date for him to visit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The following week the phone calls waned a bit but we still communicated daily via texts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The big day comes, Friday, the day he was supposed to visit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He seemed so excited and I was also very excited but tried my best to hide my excitement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was burned pretty bad in my last relationship, so I am very wary of giving too much too quick and I was being cautious with “W” for that reason and because of course, this was only the second week and I really did not know him. I sent him a text around 2pm, asking we are still on and he says he is “working on it” and “please don’t be mad”, it is a 2.5 hour drive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hear nothing from him so around 6pm I send him another text, he doesn’t reply until 8pm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is apologizing, claiming he has a flat and is waiting for his dad to help because he did not have a spare – he is still at home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I suggest we reschedule and he says yes, that he “can’t wait to meet me” and that he is “sooo pissed”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I jokingly reply back that he should get the tire and come tonight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We often joked back and forth, so he should have known I was kidding.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He didn’t respond.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I haven’t heard from him since.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have sent a couple texts and left him one message on his home machine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is now Monday, and I still have heard nothing from him since Friday night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No texts, no phone calls and he has not been on the Whoshere application (which conveniently tells you when someone has last logged).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I am at a loss.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was really interested in “W”. I am not sure what happened.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who knows, maybe he reconciled with his wife or met someone else?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess it is better to know he is a flake now than to find out later, when I really like him and have committed a significant amount of time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;What happened to common courtesy?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pick up the phone or shoot me a text and just say “sorry I am not interested, have a good life”.  I get the whole "he is just not that into you", but why can't men just say that?  I have flat out told guys that I was not into them.  I did it in a tactful manner and we have remained platonic friends and/or just peacefully parted ways.  Why can't men do the same? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556129127628803568-4484738117994857605?l=ms-educated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-educated.blogspot.com/feeds/4484738117994857605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ms-educated.blogspot.com/2009/01/w-i-met-him-through-whoshere.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556129127628803568/posts/default/4484738117994857605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556129127628803568/posts/default/4484738117994857605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-educated.blogspot.com/2009/01/w-i-met-him-through-whoshere.html' title=''/><author><name>Mseducation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273196512628236142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556129127628803568.post-5311274570644118989</id><published>2009-01-06T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:55:33.310-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='educated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Single Mother Multitasking Maven</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If you had asked me when I was 18 years old where I saw myself in five years or in ten years, my answer would have went something like . . . At age 23 I would have seen myself starting my second semester of at one of the top fifteen law schools, preferable in New York City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;By age 28, in 10 years, I would have seen myself in my third year of practice, as the newest up and coming litigation and/or mergers and acquisitions corporate attorney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I would see myself living life in the fast lane, doing my seventy hours a week as any typical associate attorney at a big law firm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have seen myself attached to an equally fabulous tall, dark and handsome associate attorney, maybe cohabitating, with a dog, in swanky loft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Never would I have responded to that question with a five year plan that included potty training a four year old and chasing after a diapered almost three year old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Married to my high school bad-boy boyfriend, with his gorgeous smile, deep blue eyes, he working as a dispatcher and I a fulltime student at a second tier law school (third tier depending on the ranking) in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Buffalo&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But priorities change, life changes, when you find yourself pregnant at nineteen and again at twenty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;After two babies I decided that it might be a good idea to marry the father of my children, I mean why not, we were already doing everything married couples do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I was a mother, a housewife, a student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Not only was I learning politics and law, I was also learning what it took to be a mother and wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I would soon learn that I had all the makings of a wonderful mom, but was no longer cut out to be a wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And eight months after the end of my first post-separation relationship, I wonder if I am cut out to be anyone’s significant other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I did get the degrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My schooling was the one slice of my pre-babies/marriage identity that I had left and I clung to it for dear life, even as my marriage was dissolving around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Three degrees in 8 years all by the age of 26, I graduate cum laude with a BA in Political Science and then went directly on to earn my Juris Doctor and MBA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I have done pretty well in my 28 eight years, soon approaching 29 years; I am starting to fear 30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And in the midst of single motherhood madness, when my seven year old is on her second mini meltdown since I picked them up from their after school program, my almost nine year old is telling me, once again, how I am ruining her life because I will not let her spend endless hours on Habbo.com, and dinner is burning on the stove, I often forget . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My daughters are and will always be my greatest accomplishment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;They are exquisitely intelligent, kind-hearted, cooperative, well-behaved (for everyone but me), and amazingly well adjusted considering their sometimes maladjusted mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;These are the ramblings of a single mother multitasking maven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556129127628803568-5311274570644118989?l=ms-educated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms-educated.blogspot.com/feeds/5311274570644118989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ms-educated.blogspot.com/2009/01/single-mother-multitasking-maven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556129127628803568/posts/default/5311274570644118989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556129127628803568/posts/default/5311274570644118989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms-educated.blogspot.com/2009/01/single-mother-multitasking-maven.html' title='Single Mother Multitasking Maven'/><author><name>Mseducation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16273196512628236142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
