tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26877396377709412882011-11-28T22:52:37.110-07:00Random thoughts reflecting the life and loves of a 30-something Jewish lawyergirl.curlygirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111105942623012508noreply@blogger.comBlogger1031100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687739637770941288.post-15246976103240127232011-08-30T15:03:00.001-06:002011-08-30T15:04:48.369-06:00

For a little shy of a year now, I've had an American Express Platinum Card.  The card offers significant benefits for those of us who travel often:  upgrades at mos hotels to club level floors, access to airport frequent flyer clubs, credits of baggage or airline ticket change fees, free enrollment in the "Global Enry" program, and 20% of your miles back when you use miles to purchase a ticket. 

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One of the greatest things about living in a big city is the plethora of bargains one can find!  You can get amazing designer furniture on Craigslist simply because, for example, a man is getting re-married and the new wife doesn't want to be reminded of the furniture the first wife chose.  That's the backstory to  most of the furnishings in my apartment.  Well, I had been wanting a new

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Hi everyone! Curly Girl has made her way to New York. I've been living here for about a year, and will be returning to the more sane land of Colorado, G-d willing, after the high holidays, unless there is a very good reason to stay. A very good reason would be a man I am seriously dating, or an amazing job opportunity. I am very happy with the way things have worked out over the last year.

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I tried Kangen Water yesterday. Some pale-skinned woman covered from head to toe in white clothing and a huge white hat brought some to our gym. The Kangen folks claim that their high-Ph water has all kinds of amazing benefits . . . according to some tall tale, there was even a person who was cured of cancer and could drop his chemo treatments because he drank the Kangen water. Thank G-d I (am

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I've been doing a little experiment this summer. I established a relationship with an awesome hair person, and each week for the last few months, she has been blow-drying my hair out straight(ish). I have been interested to absorb the various reactions to me without curly hair.For the most part, the response has been overwhelmingly positive. When I went to traffic court to discuss a parking

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I made a list of all the men I have dated, at least those whose names or some details I could remember (i.e. guy with frizzy hair with whom I feigned stomach pains after a Sprite because he was overwhelmingly obnoxious). Yep, more than 100. Am I a serial dater?

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I love my trainer.

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Ah, here we are at the beginning of summer. The heat has really set in here in Denver, we have balmy days and nights where you can just wear flip flops to your favorite frozen yogurt place. We recently gained two amazing fro yo places: Pinkberry and my favorite, Yogurt Guru. I actually got invited to the "pink VIP tent" at the Pinkberry grand opening recently, but that night had the

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that impress me, so much more than the big ones. Flowers? Lovely. Dinner at an exquisite restaurant? Enjoyable. Voluntarily scraping dirt off of my new boots? Extraordinary. I'm a simple girl. I know that actions speak louder than words.I miss boot scraper man. :-(

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I just finished reading the Penny Pincher's Club, a chick-lit book about a woman who tries to save money to prepare for a divorce, and undergoes some drastic life changes in the process. It was entertaining, a quick read, and got me thinking about how a life of frugality conflicts with the life of a single woman. Here are just a few examples I thought of:Conflict #1: One of the best ways to

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Just clearing out my closets and coming across various sports equipment I have acquired thanks to various men in my life:- Some really cute golf outfits to impress that golf aficionado I met over the summer. I even went to the driving range a few times in preparation for our time together!- A complete matching ski outfit from when I was dating Big Liar. We had so much fun in the mountains . . .

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Hey guys, did you miss me? For those who have been reading my blog for a while now, you know that I've been dating and hoping to meet my Bashert for several years - too many years, if you ask me! Well, I am happy to announce that I have finally stopped looking. Yes, that's right, I found my true love, and only had to go up to Boulder to realize it!I was informed of a special event in Boulder

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I am in a happy place right now. I am grateful for my health, friends, family, and stability. I feel a sense of calm, the desperation and sadness is gone. I am . . . on the rebound.Some people say that "the best way to get one person off of your mind is to get another on your body." I think that is ok for people who don't take physicality seriously, but it would probably not work for me.

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During our first year in law school, we learned about the "rule of three" in legal research. The general premise is that, in order to find the answer to your legal research question, you should research multiple sources. When the same case or premise is cited in three or more places, you know that is a seminal case for that particular area of law. So what, then, does it mean when the same man

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I can't believe the summer is coming to an end. Oh, how I have enjoyed the beautiful days! Yesterday I went horseback riding around a lake in the mountains, a serene scene that was a departure from daily Denver life. Have you guys seen the movie 500 Days of Summer? Not that I'm still thinking about The Guy, but if I was, I would draw analogies between Summer and him. How in the movie, the

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So I heard again from the most recent heartbreaker guy - geez, why can't he just leave me alone? I responded with a fairly lengthy email discussing my frustration, sadness and confusion at the way things ended. His response was pretty lame. He said, in so many different ways, that we will "never know" if things could have worked between us because we are so far apart. He said there is no way

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So, I logged on to Facebook this morning and noticed that the status of a guy I know, who I had dated last year, went from "single" to engaged. Hmm. I didn't even know he was dating anyone. I wonder who she is. How did they meet? I wish them the best. He is very very quiet and I felt like we were not a great fit because I am at heart an introvert, too. So I guess he found someone who is

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Today is a very sad day. In a few weeks, I will have another birthday. I feel like I should have been married with kids by now, yet, somehow I am still single. I know that the statistics are against me. Something like 70% of Jews between 25 and 40 in Denver are intermarried, and according to the demographic study that was conducted a few years ago. Only 11% of the respondents were unmarried,

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By the way, just thought I should mention how very economical it is to bake/cook for oneself rather than purchase baked goods at a bakery or even ready-made from the grocery store.  Here's the tab for my zucchini bread:- Chocolate chips: $2.99 for the bag- Zucchini: $.79 for three organic zucchinis (on sale @ King Soopers)- Flour: $3.89 for the Hungarian non-bleached High Altitude flour- Oil:

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The weather is still dark and dreary, and so is my mood.  Though there is good news on the work front, on the personal front I just feel despondent.  I am trying to focus on happy things, like the zucchini bread in the oven and my trip to Mexico.  But all around me I see couples and friends having babies and I can't help but wonder, why not me?I am staying away from Facebook for at least 8 days,

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It is drizzly and depressing here in Denver today, which matches my mood.  I want to be somewhere sunny and warm, but I guess that will have to wait until Mexico next month.  I am seriously contemplating not logging into Facebook at all after today.  It seems that whenever I log in, I see newly uploaded pix of the guy I fell for (who told me we have no future together) or random acquaintances who

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The other day, I had to return the keys to a ski condo we stayed to its owner, my friends.  They happen to live right near the Colorado Mills outlet store, whose crown jewel is a Neiman Marcus Last Call.  I went in just for a peek and somehow ended up with a bunch of slutty looking clothes.  They are now hanging in my closet, just staring at me, challenging me to either wear them or decide that

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After my very short run this morning - while I am rehabilitating my fractured ankle, I am working my way up slowly, currently at 1.2 miles - I made a delicious, passover-friendly post workout snack.  It combines fiber, protein, and those essential CARBS:I piece of whole wheat matza goat or cream cheesesliced strawberries= YUM!  :-)

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We will return to our regularly posted dating blog soon.  In the meantime,  I want to wish you all a happy Birkat Hachamah.  Today, as occurs only once every 28 years, the sun is in the same position as it was on the day of Creation.  What this meant for me was getting up at the crack of dawn (actually not a prob since I was so drained last night I went to sleep @ 8:30 p.m.), going over to the

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I feel guilty.  A kind, generous man has been pursuing me.  He sent flowers the other day, which was such a nice surprise.  He takes me out to nice restaurants and cultural events.  He has opened himself up emotionally.  So why, then, am I so skittish?  Part of me wonders if one of the reasons he's chasing me so hard is precisely because I am ambivalent.   I wonder if I have social ADD.  Maybe I

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I feel like such a fool.  I met a guy last week, through professional circumstances, who I thought was interesting.   We had palpable chemistry in the initial meeting, to the point where his business partner made a comment about it and we both blushed.  He sent me a gushing email the next day indicating that he would like to get to know me as more than a lawyer.  We made plans for lunch, during

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and I just can't hide it . . . The first month of 2009 zoomed by and my wish that things change for the better came true.  Business picked up, and so did my social life.  I now have some new clients and some new prospects and I have a backlog of work that will keep me busy busy busy for the near future.  It is a happy, busy time that is full of possibilities.  There is not much else to say except

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I am so excited about this year.  It is going to be my year!  Gone is the confusion and resentment about everything that has happened prior to this fabulous year.  I have already started becoming so much busier and more productive in my work life, have reconsidered or dropped frenemies who were dragging me down, and stopped spending time with people who don't appreciate me. I am sending out

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This weekend just confirmed that I definitely need to find a new circle of friends to hang with!   Big events were going on in the world; terrorists seized hostages in Mumbai; a Rabbi and his wife were killed.  And here in Denver we bickered about birthday plans.  I know!  BIRTHDAY PLANS.  Birthdays are supposed to be fun times of celebration.   But in my ridiculous circle, they are instead times

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Turkey Day has come and gone; thankfully, it went pretty smoothly with the family, with only minor intrusive questions and sufficient small talk.  I'm sad today, though.  My little (ok, big and muscular :-)) non-Jewish athlete friend has gone back to his hometown.   I must admit, however, that, a sense of relief has set over me.  While he was in town over the last month, we spent some time

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I write today about a phenomenon that has only recently become apparent to me:  that of the Professional Single.  The Professional Single is a never-married Jewish man or woman, usually in his or her 30's, though he could be as young as late 20's or as old as mid to late 40's, who is on a conquest to meet the Very Best counterpart.  The plan to do so involves infiltrating singles trips,

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Hi there, I have been absent but I see that folks are still visiting this blog.  I hope you haven't been too disappointed not to see any posts in the last few months.  I have been a busy girl.  I have been training for a 1/2 marathon coming up in December, and raising money to send kids with cancer to summer camp.  I've also been doing some consulting work for a local non-profit, supporting my

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I was about to post about how I finally watched "Indecent Proposal" the other night, and the questions it raises about what you would do (or allow your spouse to do) for a significant sum of money, when I came across this post by David Wygant.   As you  know from my earlier post about the U.T. Limboman apprised me of and I independently confirmed, I did a little snooping.  Mr. Wygant (who if I am

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I went to a conference about emerging trends in the cable industry yesterday.  It was about as spicy as a piece of cardboard.  Granted, the panelists were highly knowledgeable, but it struck me that I am so NOT an academic.  I would rather be a sanitation engineer than sit in an ivory tower researching issues for a "Think Tank" all day long.  I respect those people, but I am action-oriented.   At

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This was a very bizarre weekend for me.   Actually, it has been an unbelievably bizarre last few weeks.  It has been very, very hot here in Denver.  Days are generally in the 90s now, which is fine if you're sitting around in an air conditioned home or office, but borderline uncomfortable even when you're running quick errands and have to walk back and forth to your car (forget biking in this

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I don' have much to write about today.  Truth be told, I am procrastinating, as I have been for the last several days.  I need to write a Motion which requires a lot of research which I am, frankly, not motivated to do right now because there is no deadline for our Motion.  So, instead, I've been whittling away the hours on Facebook (Scrabulous baby), email, little errands, even cleaning my

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I'm addicted to Facebook.  I log in to it every morning to see what my "Friends" are up to.  I post pictures of my recent adventures.   I play Scrabulous with friends and strangers.  I have over 200 Friends on Facebook after less than 6 months on the site!  I remember in the winter how I scoffed at my (real life) friend when she was telling me about her recent obsession with Facebook. "What are

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I had the most disastrous date of my life the other night.  It lasted a total of maybe 7 minutes.  30, if you count the time between when he was supposed to arrive and when I was dropped back off at home.  I think it was a clear sign from G-d that I was heading in the wrong direction.Here's what happened.  A few weeks ago, I was at NoRtH, waiting to have drinks with a [Jewish] guy I had met

curlygirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09111105942623012508noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687739637770941288.post-32995469713721119762008-05-01T17:14:00.002-06:002008-05-01T17:24:33.456-06:00

On very rare occasions, my law practice mirrors my dating life.  I have been working for several weeks now on a project for a software company.   They will soon launch a new product, so there has been a flurry of activity over promotion activities for the launch.  Sadly, the legal department is not exactly in the loop, it's more like an afterthought, a must, people that we need to check with

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I can't believe how depressed I am after seeing NY guy's profile on Facebook and learning that he is married.   It's been bugging me all day.  

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It seems like just yesterday I was teasing a friend about her new obsession, Facebook.  At the time, it seemed so juvenile, so high school, so . . . below us.  She raved about how great it is, how she reconnected with so many old friends, and loves the applications she can use on it.  Curious but still skeptical, I gave it a shot.  Now, three months later, I have more than 125 "friends" on

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A massive wrench got thrown into my plans for a mountain getaway.  As I was driving up around 3:30 yesterday, I saw the billboard traffic alerts indicating that there was an accident near Vail and delays in traffic.  My mom called to tell me that it was not a little accident, but a massive, 40 car pile-up and the highway was actually closed near there.  I stopped about 1/3 of the way there at a

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I feel like I spend a lot of time connecting people.  I always have; it's in my nature.   More than ten years ago, I made my first match that resulted in marriage (unfortunately, they later got divorced).  Another couple I set up is engaged; numerous others throughout the years have resulted in dates or relationships, though none others of lifelong permanence, yet.  I feel like I'm always looking

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I think Oogieman is trying to make me fat.  I can't seem to put down the Smoked Gouda-flavored popcorn.  It's a conspiracy!

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Mr. Oogie's and I went up to Vail for the morning and enjoyed a beautiful, clear, sunny ski day.  We chatted about work, love, and life and generally had a pleasant day.  He is handsome, clever, very funny . . . and shorter than me.  :-)  Nonetheless, I enjoyed his company, we met some interesting people in the lodge at lunch, and now I am back in time to finish up some work before the week comes

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Last night, I met the President of Oogie's gourmet popcorn.   A nice Jewish guy!  Moreover, he happened to have some samples of the popcorn in his car.  I think it is my new favorite snack food.  I tried both the caprese and the Asiago-cracked pepper flavors.  Guess what, they are Kosher!!  Mmmmm, good!   Plus, he's going to donate some to the after-school tutoring program I help out with.  Check

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They say everything is backwards and upside down on Purim, right?  Well, that was kind of my experience the other night.  I had planned to attend a Purim party with my current #1 love interest - that is, he was to drive over, pick me up, and we were going to head over together, despite our current "in limbo" status (I don't want to blog about it, so don't ask).   He is usually late for things,

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I was on my way up to the mountains yesterday chit-chatting with some friends.  An organization had planned a ski trip to a different resort that day, and I had tried, unsuccessfully, to get my friends to go there instead.  "Ugh,"  said one woman, "I can't ever go to another event planned by them again."  I asked why, and she described the "pity look:""Most of the people involved in that

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Instead of focusing on regrets (I should have married that guy that was in love with me 10 years ago instead of waiting for Mr. Perfect) and things that are missing from my life, I am going to focus on the positives.5 things I am grateful for (from the serious to the superficial):1.  Thank G-d, I am healthy.  This struck me more than usual today at the gym, where a dear friend who I met there is

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Among other recent endeavors, I created www.180cooljewish.com and figured out this google adwords thingy, it's fun!  I'm also planning to take some more ski lessons soon, and of course let's not forget about my day job as a lawyergirl.  :-)

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Did you miss me?  I missed you too.  I have been hatching all kinds of new money-making ideas and watching my love life grow exponentially better.  I got a new MacBook Pro, which I loooove, it makes my days so much easier and more fun.In other news, I was a guest at my friend's mom's table at a fundraiser last night.  It was smokin' hot - literally.  The candles on the table next to ours fell and

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I'm back! I achieved my goal - I finished the half marathon! Based on my training, I figured the 13.1 miles would take somewhere between 2 and 2 1/2 hours, and I finished right in the middle of my estimate. Yaay! Aside from the run/trip/training/recovery, I have been super-busy with work, socializing, and my dog, who I gave to friends 2 years ago but is now back in the picture, albeit

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Hey y'all, sorry I've been out of touch. I have been quite busy training for the 1/2 marathon. I run something like 20 miles PER WEEK now! My legs are getting strong, though I have to admit that the long runs are pretty damn long and painful. I'm up to 10 miles now, next week will be 12, then I go back down.Since the weather has been inclement here, and I just can't envision running miles

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You know how I saw cute guy at the park the other day with his Boxer, I waved and smiled, but he just looked confused? Well, I told him later in the day, "hey, that was me at the park this morning!" He said: "What are you talking about? I've been in California for 2 days." We both got a good laugh out of it. It totally explains why "he" looked so confused at my enthusiastic waves. It

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I'm really getting into this running thang. It's getting easier and more fun, and I can go longer without pausing. I'm up to 4.25 miles, around 1/3 of the way to my half marathon! :-)oh and by the way it was 30 degrees this morning when i left the house, but that did not faze me. my fingers got warm again after the first mile. oh yeah also i ran into that cute guy with his doggie again (despite

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Have been very busy. Got some new work from my favorite client, got a new referral client from tallguy, and I have been running a lot (my ankles hurt). Oh yeah, and I've had some dates. :-) I kinda ran into someone I have known for a loooong time, and suddenly, he seemed really cute and relatively funny. There is sort of an issue lurking in the background related to my reaction to something

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So, tall Non-Jew boy and I pretty much had a whole relationship via phone and text message -- and we live less than half a mile apart. I think he even tried to break up with me (if ever we were an item) via text yesterday, but I wouldn't let him. Finally we met for a drink at trendy place halfway between us. We talked about work, travel, family, friends, normal stuff. I feel really

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Randy does a good job of describing the loneliness we can feel even amongst a crowd full of revelers at a wedding. I've been there, for sure. So many of my friends have gotten married in the past few years, and at every engagement party, bridal shower, bachelorette party and wedding, it is necessary to put on a happy face, field intrusive questions from well-meaning strangers or mere

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I told you how inspired I was when I watched the Nova special about the 13 sedentary people-turned-marathoners, right? A series of events then followed which made me actually sign up for the p.f. chang's Phoenix 1/2 marathon on January 13, 2008:1) Running into cute guy with doggie, who I told about Nova special, and who encouraged me to try a 1/2 or full marathon at low altitude, like Phoenix;2)

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Old: the guy I ran into last night when I was out with a new (older) man. He's engaged!! For some odd reason, it's always a shock to my system to learn that someone I dated is now engaged or married, even if he is not someone I could ever envision marrying. Maybe it's just the reminder that some people are moving ahead in their lives, forging committed relationships, while I'm still floundering

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they gave me a headache tonight. i went to a "salon" (no, not the place where you get your hair done) that was supposed to be a discussion group about jewish identity. somehow the anti-zionist guy seemed to hijak the conversation and turn it into a debate about whether the state of israel is necessary to jewish survival, why don't we just have birthright ohio instead of birthright israel, what

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I stopped in Starbucks for my decaf, fat free, sugar free vanilla latte this morning and sat down to read the paper. The cutest couple sat down at the next table. They held hands the whole time and spoke of the future. I surreptitiously took this photo with my cell phone (I hope they don't mind). She said, "good things will come eventually." He looked alarmed. "Eventually?" he asked? I thought

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My cute little fairy costume was hanging forlornly on its hook, the weather was amenable (50 some degrees and dropping), I still had not been invited to any Halloween parties, my friend bailed, I had some extra energy to burn, so I channeled my inner fairy princess, put the costume plus a tiara and sparkly earrings on, and ran. The race started at 6:15 p.m., right as the sun was setting. It was a

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It seems like the busier I get, the more I procrastinate. The more things I have to do, the more menial tasks I find so that I can put off the scary stuff just a tad bit longer.So I thought I would share what I have done so far today:5:46 a.m. Wake up, realize it's not 6:00 yet, try to fall back asleep for 20 minutes.7:01 Wow! I slept another hour? That never happens.7:02 Check email.7:05 Prepare

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i know it's a goyish holiday and everything, but a few friends and i are ready to party. more than anything, we just want to dress up and have fun. i was driving home the other day and picked up this fairy outfit at a garage sale (don't worry, i washed and sanitized it). I think it's supposed to be for a little girl, but, it fits, so whatever. and the boyz want to pretend to be these guys: http:/

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I am feeling optimistic. The Rockies are not exactly stunning the world with their finesse during this game, but I have hope that those little Colorado boyz will do us proud, yo!I am also feeling hopeful and happy on the personal and especially the professional front. I don't know why it is so easy for me to envision professional success, and it happens justlikethat. I envision a happy life

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Sunny and 70 on Saturday, chilly and snowy on Sunday. In other words, this was a typical Denver weekend. It was quite a surprise to wake up to wind and snow this morning!It was no big surprise, on the other hand, to log in to my jdate account this afternoon and find an email from someone who sounds great. . . in another state. I am not really sure what it is about me that attracts people from

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I love my little iPod shuffle. It allows me to run to the beat, free of burdensome armbands or iSkins like I used to use, with my more mature, classic iPod. The little guy hardly weighs anything, and has a built-in clip, so you can bring your music anywhere. You can imagine how disheartened I was after discovering that the little guy was inside the pocket of a hoodie I carelessly threw into the

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Out on the east coast people do "summer shares" for houses in the Hamptons. Here out West, we do ski shares, and I've been thinking about participating in one. As I may have mentioned before, I am committed to becoming a better skiier this winter. I got my 6-mountain pass, new skis, new boots, and even a helmet (I have never skiied with a helmet before). I learned to ski when I was pretty

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I followed the link on PL's blog to this other Orthodox guy's blog and am pretty much in shock.One day, he suggests that "older" singles just choose someone and get married, already - after all, who needs deep conversations with their spouse? Marriage is a practical matter and you can always talk about your house and kids. Apparently he wrote this in response to an article by Esther Kustanowitz

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Well, sorta. I went to a happy hour last night, where I met some new people, including a French-speaking guy, which makes me happy parce que j'aime practiquer mon Francais. I ran into some guys I dated, of course. Big young rich kid (whose cologne always smells soooo gooood) seems to have a nice Jewish girlfriend, good for him! Crazy xbf looked hot as ever and after a few drinks I was almost

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I'm afraid that I am turning into one of those really cynical people, but I have had so many bad experiences lately, I'm starting to lose hope. People tell me I should write a book; I am writing one on a different topic, but I think any dating book I attempted right now would just be depressing and pathetic. Do outrageous things happen to other people, or is it just me? Two odd situations in

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First of all, I read a little further into Belle de Jour's blog and can confirm that yes, sadly, she is a Jewish prostitute. Who would have thought such a thing existed? Poor girl. Her parents don't seem to know what she does for a living, as she gives only vague references to being in the "entertainment industry." Yeah, adult entertainment! I bet they suspect.I don't think BDG is the only

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By now, you've probably seen the incredible Craigslist posting by a gold-digger in search of a million-dollar man, and the snarky reply by an investment banker. In case you're not familiar, I'm pasting it in tiny print here:THIS APPEARED ON CRAIG'S LISTWhat am I doing wrong?Okay, I'm tired of beating around the bush. I'm a beautiful(spectacularly beautiful) 25 year old girl. I'm articulate and

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In a recent interview with a religious (Christian) organization, Senator and Presidential hopeful John McCain said, in response to a question about whether he would support a Muslim candidate, "I just have to say in all candor that since this nation was founded primarily on Christian principles.... personally, I prefer someone who I know who has a solid grounding in my faith." After all, people

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I am so fed up with girls succumbing to rico-suave guys who promise the moon but deliver Mars bars. See, there's a young woman I know in her mid twenties who reminds me a lot of myself at that age. She goes out a lot, looks great, has an interesting job. . . . and has a dead end relationship. Seems that her on-again, off-again boyfriend, a charming, highly ambitious, super-successful Jewish

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Yesterday's Oprah Winfrey show (yes, I TiVo it) was all about sex. Sex within marriage, and sex outside of marriage. Surprisingly, she started off the show with two very young-looking women in their 60s who flaunted the fact that they have a lot of sex. Seemingly, with lots of men. Hmm, is that the reason they look so young? Actually, I think one of them probably had some plastic surgery - at a

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This afternoon, I attended a lunch n' learn at a law firm featuring an esteemed rabbi discussing the Torah view on Intellectual Property. We only touched on the surface, as so many questions and side topics arose, but I was so glad I went. He is one of the kindest, most learned men I know, so I really was honored just to be in his presence. Plus, I was happy to shake things up at the lunch n'

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I found this fascinating blog about a mid-30's almost shomer negiyah (i.e. no touching people of the opposite sex) girl, though it appears that she has not posted in a while. Ahmadinejad, a guest today of Columbia University, expressed doubts about who was "really" behind the 9/11 attacks, and failed to directly answer the question of whether he would like to see Israel destroyed, choosing

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In my idealistic mind, if someone has been wanting to get married for a while, and finally gets engaged, he/she should be thrilled and excited. Over YK I realized that this ain't always the case, honeychiyl. A woman I know recently became engaged after a long and rocky courtship. Some time in the middle of the afternoon, as the "alternate track" concluded, there was a break in the main service, I

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Beginning at sunset tonight, Jews around the world will observe the holiest day in the Jewish calendar, Yom Kippur. The 25 (26?) hour period is also known as the Day of Atonement since the events of Yom Kippur focus on asking and granting forgiveness for one's transgressions. The Kol Nidre, a prayer which asks forgiveness of sins, will be recited tonight. The repetition of the prayers asking for

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DaBoys recently posted about "pesky irksome questions" to which single people are sometimes subjected: when are you getting married, are you dating anyone special, do you want to get married, how come you're not married yet? In LT's case, the question arose innocently enough, when his 7 year old nephew noticed that all of the relatives gathered around the holiday table were coupled up, except for

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So apparently this book, the G-d Delusion, currently tops the bestseller list. Funny that it hit the shelves right around the Holy Days, don't you think? One of my jdate suitors describes himself as "agnostic bordering on atheist" (a huge red flag to me as far as our compatibility is concerned) and is trying to convince me to read the book. The problem is, every argument that he has presented to

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I want to pass along the best New Year's wishes I received from my dear friends in Ramat Beit Shemesh:May Hashem grant you shalom bais (peace), ruhnius (spirituality), gashmius (physical wealth), understanding, depth of meaning from life, fulfilment from your daily endeavors, health, life until 120, protection from any enemies, bracha (blessing), and hatzlacha (success). Kesiva vachasima tova (

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Are the two necessarily tied together? The most charming people I have met (CEOguy and mountainguy) happened to be Harvard valedictorians. Conversation flowed easily, not awkwardly, even during our first meetings. Was it because we already knew that we had things in common, and could discuss them, or did they innately know how to get me to open up? Was that somehow related to their unusually high

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Geneva or Denver: can you tell which is which? You probably can, but I thought this would be fun to see anyway:

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I've been having a little dialogue with Passionate Life about whether we can be logical rather than physical/emotional in choosing our life partners. To me, there has to be some level of base chemistry before I can seriously consider someone. In addition, my husband needs to have at least five qualities that are important to me (based on what I have learned from prior relationships and my own

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I got one to "see" my sister, niece and nephew more often, since they live out of town. Really! For some reason, when I mentioned it to people at work, they immediately assumed I was some sort of sex site webcam goddess. The webcam experience is so surreal, I can't get over it. It's like you're in the same room as someone from another place, but actually you're not. You can see and hear

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Night Ranger is coming this weekend! I'm trying to get some friends together to ride bikes down to the Taste of Colorado tomorrow. Am I a heathen because I want to hear "Sister Christian" on Shabbos?

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After work last night, I headed down to the flagship REI store and got outfitted with new skis and boots. Sure, it is still upwards of 85 degrees here during the day, but this weekend Colorado Passes become available, so I've been thinking about ski season! I got to the store just a few hours before closing, but happily, I was one of only two people in the large bargain-basement 2006-2007 ski

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It seems that my jdate profile has been quite popular lately. I think this has something to do with the fact that I gave one of my girlfriends my password so that she could look around and decide if she wants to join. Apparently jdate won't let you view more than five profiles unless you're a Member. So between her scoping out guys and me logging in to see who she's scoped out, chatting with

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Just kidding, I know those two idioms: putting the cart before the horse, and counting your eggs before they are hatched. Either would appropriately describe this email that popped up in my inbox the other day, from someone I had not heard from in oh, six or seven months:I don't want to be presumptuous or anything, but [boyfriend who I never heard about prior to this email] and I are getting very

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I have been open to getting set up with nice Jewish guys from outside Denver for a while now. There have been, hmm, maybe half a dozen guys who have travelled here to meet me, with varying degrees of success. Let's see. There was a Persian guy from L.A. who I clicked with at the time but talked excessively about his 21-year old xgf, which gave me a sick to my stomach feeling. There was a guy from

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Sprinkling reflective dust in our atmosphere to help scatter incoming sunlight, deploying a giant space mirror to deflect some of the sun's rays, and dropping iron into the ocean to stimulate sea plant growth and pull CO2 from our atmosphere might sound like actions that would only occur in the Jetsons, but then again, remember when the revolving closet in the Jetsons became reality for Cher (

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I am so proud of myself. I set a really quiet guy friend up with an extremely extroverted girlfriend a year ago, and now they are engaged! I can't help it, introducing others is in my blood. Some day, I would like to run a matchmaking sevice. But for now, I'll stick to introducing my fabulous friends to each other. The other night at the Neiman's fashion show, I met a great guy. He recently

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One of da Boys recommended it. I tried it, and I love it!!

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The other night, a friend asked me where she can find cute, fashionable clothes in town that won't break her budget. As I've mentioned before, I'm a total bargain-hunter, and have had good luck at the following places:* The Neiman Marcus Last Call at Colorado Mills, or the Off 5th Saks outlet there or in Castle Rock.* Loehmann's near Park Meadows* Occasionally at Ross or TJMaxx, though it can

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Earlier this summer, I dated a guy who had just moved back to Denver from the West Coast. On each of our dates, he would reminisce in detail (TMI) about his old flames. I tried to get him to focus back on the present, but it didn't work. On our final date, after he launched into another story about a woman he was "involved with," I sighed and told him that he just had too many ghosts in his

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There's an interesting article in today's New York Times hypothesizing that we could all be Sims-like characters controlled by another being. I couldn't bear more than the first 30 minutes of the Matrix, but the idea is basically that the reality we experience is only a tiny portion of The Universe. But I still think We have free will. It can't control our thoughts. . . can It? What if the being/

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