tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876997373385447592012-02-06T17:17:19.174-06:00Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.comBlogger861100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-75226250025352010902009-01-19T22:03:00.004-06:002009-01-19T22:36:54.959-06:00

I missed the first half hour of this week's episode, but the remaining hour and a half provided enough drama to get me through the week.Jason decided to go on a private date with a very tan blonde girl named Natalie. He said he wanted to go out with her because she's "really hot" but he wasn't sure if she was marriage material. It turns out she's not. Or at least Jason didn't think so. 'Cause he

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It's funny how, when you're in a relationship with someone you're crazy about, you may not notice when that person is trying to get rid of you. The signs seem so clear in retrospect, but at the time, it's easy to be in denial.This article on Savvymiss.com gives the top six signs you're about to get dumped. It's written for women, but I think it can apply to either gender.According to the article,

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Today I heard Alicia Keys' Tell You Something, which is a beautiful song about her desire to express how she feels about a loved one before they're gone. I think she wrote it for her grandmother, but obviously it can apply to anyone. The main message is that you shouldn't sit around waiting for the right moment to tell someone you love them, because the right moment might never come. But Alicia

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Tonight I had the pleasure of watching The Bachelor with some new friends, after I ate two helpings of lasagna and garlic bread. And a cupcake. Good food, good friends, and a trashy TV show... all on a Monday night. Does it get any better than that?Tonight's episode was juicy as ever, and it was SO AWESOME watching it with other fellow female cynics. All throughout the episode we'd shout out

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-62824301501124247542009-01-07T21:32:00.010-06:002009-01-07T21:48:07.262-06:00

There's this great company called Despair, Inc., who makes products that are seeping in sarcasm. Case in point? This t-shirt right here...I'm on Despair's email list, just because I'm a word nerd and therefore in love with their clever marketing language.Here's what they wrote to promote the Cupid Keeps Missing t-shirt:In a year likely to be bitterly fruitful with miseries—one day in particular

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Well, I finally finished my 80/20 Experiment list. I suppose it wasn't very surprising. After all, I've been dating for about 15 years now; I do know what I'm looking for in a man!But what was surprising was determining which are the non-negotiables and which can be thrown out the window.In making the list, I separated it into five categories:1. Looks2. Personality3. Values4. Things He Likes5.

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I have a confession to make.Tonight, I watched the season premiere of... ahem... The Bachelor.I've always disliked that show, which I've written about before, but this time around I think I'm going to watch it. After all, I have something in common with this season's bachelor... we're both single parents.A few years ago, my brother told me he thought I should go on The Bachelor, that I would be a

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-81790323594240590042009-01-04T22:22:00.003-06:002009-01-04T22:38:11.669-06:00

I'm back! Sorry I haven't written much lately. These past two weeks have been all out of whack, schedule-wise, what with the holidays and all. 'Twas a fun two weeks, though, that's fo' sho'. But now I'm back in the swing of things and will be posting regularly again.I'm still working on my list for the 80/20 Experiment. It requires a lot more thought than I had anticipated. I feel like my list is

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-45943272871640188462008-12-29T22:22:00.007-06:002008-12-29T23:04:34.828-06:00

I've been thinking a lot lately about the concept of "settling." It's such an unsettling word, isn't it? In relationships, this word denotes the act of staying with someone who you know is wrong for you, rather than holding out for someone better.I've done quite a bit of settling in my life, but luckily I've managed to get out of those relationships at some point. And I'm always relieved when I

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-1388072141683097042008-12-24T12:37:00.004-06:002008-12-24T12:41:08.939-06:00

I won't be posting anything for a few days, because I'm too busy to write and you're too busy to read. Plus, at this time of year, I think we should all step away from the computers for a while and spend our time with real people. People who mean so much more to us than blogs and news and shopping and life's everyday sensory overload.Merry Christmas!Love,Juliet

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When I was a kid, the song "I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" made me want to cry. At that time, I didn't know that Santa = Daddy. So it really bothered me that the mommy was seemingly cheating on the daddy, AND that they were making a song about it! Weren't Christmas songs supposed to make you feel warm and cozy? Gosh.I stopped believing in Santa when I was 7 years old, I think. (Which seems

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-16977104982620792422008-12-18T21:58:00.015-06:002008-12-19T14:50:15.217-06:00

I try to avoid writing about sex on this blog because it's such a complicated and personal subject. But there are some things that just need to be said, and this is one of them...Today a friend of mine linked to this article on Twitter, about how young people are dating less and just hooking up more. In fact, it says that hooking up is the new dating."Hooking up" basically means having a

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-82272727584692791602008-12-17T21:32:00.010-06:002008-12-17T22:15:23.879-06:00

I don't know if you've noticed, but I've had a bit of a case of writer's block lately. Partly because my schedule has been pretty hectic, but mainly because it can be difficult to write something compelling about love every night.So tonight I'm just going to write about some good things going on in my life. Because sometimes that's more exciting to write/read about than breakups or dating advice.

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-61655943552745622902008-12-15T22:15:00.007-06:002008-12-15T22:56:14.415-06:00

This past weekend I watched Roman Holiday for the first time. This flick is a rather forward-thinking film that was made in 1953, starring the brilliant Audrey Hepburn and the devastatingly handsome Gregory Peck.I've never really cared for the older films (except for Elvis Presley movies... I am madly in love with Elvis). So I was surprised that Roman Holiday had me glued to the screen the entire

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-40550976362610278522008-12-14T21:29:00.005-06:002008-12-14T22:02:03.958-06:00

Aah, the holidays...I'm already starting to feel the warm fuzzies I always feel at this time of year. There's just something about the sparkling Christmas lights, the feel-good music, and the many gatherings with family and friends, that makes this time of year so outstanding.Unless you're in a relationship that you need/want to get out of. Then the holidays can be one big sappy nuisance.I've

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-20046108697820314482008-12-11T22:35:00.018-06:002008-12-11T23:15:36.206-06:00

Well, I am certainly going to think twice before I give you folks permission to psychoanalyze me again. Holy moly, was that a humbling experience!But in many ways, I deserved it. After re-reading yesterday's post, I admit that I was stereotyping, and I also sounded a bit elitist. I was just channeling years' worth of frustration, and remembering all of the things I didn't like about the many

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-82954555847717888272008-12-10T22:31:00.006-06:002008-12-10T23:13:35.737-06:00

So yesterday my friend Seth wrote a great post about why it's not a good idea for a guy to date an older woman.Now I'm going to write about my struggles being... ahem... the older woman.I'm 28 years old, and the last time I dated someone older than me was three years ago. I honestly DON'T EVEN REMEMBER the last time I dated someone my own age. When I was in college, I think? Other than that, it's

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-34472843779368102502008-12-09T21:11:00.005-06:002008-12-09T21:31:21.879-06:00

Our guest blogger Seth is back with yet another great entry! It's funny how it happened this time. He emailed me the other day asking if he can write a post about age differences in relationships. It just so happens that I was planning on writing a post about that very subject this week! As you will see below, Seth has a cool perspective on the whole thing, so he wrote about it for today, and I

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-5696597623447636222008-12-08T22:35:00.006-06:002008-12-08T22:54:56.628-06:00

I'm doing much better today. I think going to work helped me, believe it or not. Sometimes the weekends can be kinda lonely for single people, which only adds more dirty water to that pool of misery we tend to wallow in. But the activity of the work day, being around other people, taking your mind off of your personal crap and instead focusing on what needs to be done in Work World... this is

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-19473047075922091702008-12-07T22:52:00.006-06:002008-12-07T23:27:33.779-06:00

I don't know if it's because of the cold weather or the holidays or what, but I've been in some kind of funk lately. I've been walking around in a big black cloud, a permanent scowl on my face, heart heavy, tears almost always at the brink of forming.I'm being a big baby, of course. I have no right to complain about anything, because the truth is, I have a good life. Like a really, REALLY good

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-29202762735013860392008-12-05T22:32:00.016-06:002008-12-05T23:16:53.821-06:00

Last night I watched Barbara Walters' 10 Most Fascinating People of 2008. One of those people was actor Will Smith.As we all know, Smith has been married to Jada Pinkett Smith for the past 11 years. You always hear that these two have a great marriage, but you can never really trust if that's the truth. It is Hollywood, after all.But Barbara addresses this in her interview with Smith, when she

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-12200904176849877802008-12-03T23:59:00.003-06:002008-12-04T00:01:42.965-06:00

My friend (what up, nodrama) sent me the link to this story, about how to identify whether or not you have a "Work Spouse."What is a work spouse? Read and find out! Then tell me if you have one and how that whole thang's workin' out for you.

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Thanks to everyone who participated in yesterday's "Work-Out Partner" poll. Your responses were varied, and every one of them were valid! I guess the bottom line is, it's a matter of preference.Incidentally, today while running on the treadmill I was reading an article about Kate Winslet in Vanity Fair. The writer asked Kate something about what happiness looks like for her, outside of work.Her

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-62172934228579321392008-12-01T22:08:00.016-06:002008-12-01T22:48:55.717-06:00

I have a new hobby. It's called exercise. Have you heard of it? It's pretty sweet.I prefer to work out at a gym, not only because of all of the great equipment and fitness classes available, but also because I can continue to practice my Scarcity Myth Experiment techniques on the many attractive men at the gym. (Priorities, right?) Oh, and the company I work for pays for my gym membership if I go

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-63056523840801606492008-11-30T21:25:00.005-06:002008-12-01T08:36:50.050-06:00

Okay, so I said that I might post some things while on vacation but I lied. Sorry. It turns out I didn't have as much access to the Internet as I had originally envisioned. So once again I made a promise (kinda) on this blog and didn't follow through. I think I'd better stop with the promises.Anyway, I'm back from vacation now and I'm totally beat, so I just wanted to leave you with a quick

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Hey peeps. I'm leaving tonight to go visit my family on the east coast, where I will eat more food than I even knew existed and come back weighing an extra ten pounds. At least. But regardless, I'm stoked.So I won't be writing much over the next few days. I might post some little things here and there if I have some time, so check back every once in a while if you want.Otherwise, have a Happy

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-49078405995145703232008-11-23T23:35:00.015-06:002008-11-24T22:47:53.794-06:00

I don't know if it's because of this blog or ODE or what, but lately I've been thinking a lot about online social networking sites. (Not only dating websites but others like Facebook and MySpace.) I can't help but wonder if these sites are really improving our communication with each other, or turning us all into social morons.I'm a writer, so I love that I have so many opportunities to

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-68180296260364228312008-11-23T23:16:00.009-06:002008-11-24T00:13:47.768-06:00

Well, just when I was starting to come around on Match.com, just when I conceded that I can be friends with it, it went and stabbed me in the back.I just found out that it charged me for another month's subscription WITHOUT EVEN TELLING ME.Not cool, Match. Not. Cool.So now I have to put up with another month of "cooldude219 has winked at you!" (Totally made up that username, so don't look it up.)

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-42046459338730916542008-11-20T22:34:00.021-06:002008-11-20T23:57:05.970-06:00

A while back, I blogged about an agonizing middle school memory, when my "boyfriend" ditched me because he thought I was "butt ugly." (Ugh. I still loathe that first word.)Although that experience was by far the worst, I have some other humiliating (but funny!) stories to tell from that time in my life. Like this one...When I was in sixth grade, I was a huge nerd. I had absolutely no friends. The

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-52501593191296344882008-11-19T22:08:00.008-06:002008-11-19T22:36:04.470-06:00

Over the past couple of days, I've been reading The Velveteen Rabbit with Julietta. I'd forgotten how much symbolism that story offers.There is one part of the story that is sometimes read at weddings. (In fact, my sister read it at my brother's wedding.) And that's because it is a great metaphor for true love—the kind that really does last forever, even when you're old and falling apart. It can

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-56037628091187723042008-11-18T22:01:00.007-06:002008-11-18T23:01:55.654-06:00

I've been thinking about my honesty post all day, and I have some more things I want to talk about regarding this subject.But first, one of the commenters on yesterday's post gave some very wise insight, along with this statement:99% of the time telling the truth makes things easier... This number would be 100% if women avoided trap questions like "Does this dress make me look fat?" "Do I look

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-50210239149440053192008-11-17T22:30:00.019-06:002008-11-17T23:36:40.538-06:00

I've had a busy few days, so it's been a while since I've been able to really dig into the good ol' metaphysical type of discussion that makes me tick. But now I'm poised and ready to pick your brains, about something that's always been a rather conflicting subject for me.First, the premise... Last week I wrote about my awesome sister Stella, and I mentioned that she gives advice that is straight

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-18135426614438276682008-11-16T21:35:00.008-06:002008-11-16T21:44:52.798-06:00

One of my favorite shows is So You Think You Can Dance, and one of my favorite dances this past season was performed by Mark and Chelsie, to the song "Bleeding Love" by Leona Lewis.This dance was choreographed to tell the story of a workaholic husband and his frustrated wife. You can definitely see that struggle in this creative and emotional routine.Check it out...

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-381505564809708722008-11-13T22:13:00.007-06:002008-12-05T23:15:32.142-06:00

var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));I went to the doctor's office today, and while sitting in the waiting room, I read the August issue of Redbook magazine. The cover story featured actress Kyra Sedgwick, who

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-40754651548784118562008-11-12T22:48:00.014-06:002008-11-13T00:35:12.294-06:00

var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));I would like to take a moment to give a shout-out to my sister.(I will be referring to her as "Stella," not only because it seems like a very Shakespeare-esque name, but also because

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-51470180104212967782008-11-11T21:59:00.015-06:002008-11-11T22:48:07.823-06:00

var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E")); I just realized that it's been a while since my last update about the Online Dating Experiment.There's not much to report. I'm still getting "winks" and emails from various Matchos.

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-42299288270453457462008-11-11T12:36:00.007-06:002008-11-11T15:25:23.963-06:00

I was just reading my favorite bridal blog, Brooklyn Bride, and came across this photo by Max Wanger that is so friggin' cool I just had to share it...var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));I'm totally stealing that for

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-8490042991431826192008-11-10T21:57:00.012-06:002008-11-10T22:51:59.885-06:00

var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));Over the weekend I saw the movie Hitch. I know that I'm about three years too late, but I'll risk being so yesterday because I really want to talk about this movie.If you need a

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-40942177930719223932008-11-09T21:34:00.010-06:002008-11-09T22:32:55.821-06:00

var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));My pick for this month's Hero & Heroine are two of my best friends, who have chosen to go by the names Renald (the husband) and Rinny (the wife. Obvi.). They've been married for two

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-17306676386564371822008-11-08T09:40:00.005-06:002008-11-08T10:22:53.993-06:00

var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));One of my dearest friends—who goes by "ccntgrl" on the comment board of this blog—told me about her favorite artist, Jean Honore Fragonard. Fragonard was a French painter who was

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-49075812821105591542008-11-06T22:37:00.008-06:002008-11-06T23:13:05.620-06:00

var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));I was thinking today about slow dancing. Is there nothing better in the world than slow dancing? It's the best and most innocent way to get close to someone you care about, in public

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-1555816069493118082008-11-05T21:35:00.005-06:002008-11-05T22:25:49.206-06:00

var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));It's been a while since I've written a new installment to my Baggage series. And I can honestly say it's because I simply ran out of things to write about. I've told you the whole

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-67528933952546538252008-11-04T21:29:00.009-06:002008-11-05T08:16:56.819-06:00

var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));Well I am just giddy as all get-out.(Wait, did I just say giddy as all get-out? What am I, Marie Osmond?)How about this? I'm supa psyched.That's better.So I'm supa psyched that there

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-72215291749018349402008-11-03T21:36:00.007-06:002008-11-03T22:19:43.457-06:00

var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));I've had a very busy few days, which is why I haven't written anything since Thursday evening. Sorry about that. The life of a social butterfly... Sigh.Kidding. But not

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-38490283324071823952008-10-30T23:18:00.007-05:002008-10-31T00:16:31.870-05:00

var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));So, I feel terrible because the other day I promised some good laughs in one of this week's posts, and I have yet to deliver on that promise. (Unless, of course, you laughed out loud

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-11754268186884382612008-10-29T22:14:00.007-05:002008-10-29T22:46:10.470-05:00

var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-5643479-1");pageTracker._trackPageview();There's this woman at work who's always trying to set me up with someone. Whenever I walk by her desk,

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-21802855499455801272008-10-28T21:11:00.014-05:002008-10-28T21:57:40.028-05:00

Tonight I had baked potatoes for dinner, which is always a rather frustrating experience for me. I can't CUT the stupid things. When my dad cuts a potato, he cuts it as crisply and precisely as possible. When I cut one, it crumbles all over the place, and no two pieces look the same.var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-5643479-1");pageTracker._trackPageview();It's like when I was 15 years old

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-63641538265542101392008-10-27T21:35:00.004-05:002008-10-27T21:49:19.149-05:00

var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));Since I've started this blog, a few of my friends have approached me saying that they're going through a particular experience involving relationships and they think I should write

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com144tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-34888465632502826402008-10-26T22:16:00.008-05:002008-10-27T01:09:38.859-05:00

var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));Well, it's been one week since I began my Online Dating Experiment (ODE). I've received winks and emails from other Matchos (my new term for the guys on Match.com) on a daily basis,

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-80052676840581160822008-10-25T14:53:00.007-05:002008-10-25T17:22:23.738-05:00

var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));Because in my last post I was all braggin' about my aura, I am now going to indulge in a giant slice of Humble Pie. var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-5643479-1");pageTracker._

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-64998840145161518452008-10-23T21:55:00.008-05:002008-10-23T23:09:45.357-05:00

Two years ago I went to a women's health conference that featured a fabulous motivational speaker named Victoria Moran. In her speech, she encouraged us to identify our "free square." The free square, as you know, is the term used in Bingo for that box in the middle on which every player can put a free chip without having to do anything. I've always thought it was nice of Bingo to do that. How

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-60803209967698831242008-10-22T22:32:00.007-05:002008-10-22T23:10:41.318-05:00

Tonight I went to a bridal show. And before you get any crazy ideas, I assure you that I was not there for my own wedding. Not even close. No, I go to a lot of bridal shows for my job, and boy, have I seen the unglamorous side of weddings that way. All of the vendors crave the brides' attention, striving to sell them on the fact that they are different from every other florist/photographer/DJ in

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-11417018858658963612008-10-21T19:39:00.012-05:002008-10-22T08:46:58.303-05:00

I came across this article on MSN, about how a couple made a commitment to go without TV for their first year of marriage.I'm not married but I totally think this is a great idea. Television can be an easy distraction when conversation is dull or unwanted. It fills the space where there might be a void... or it can create the void in the first place.I know some of you reading this are bigtime TV

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-45128424922762143662008-10-20T22:41:00.005-05:002008-10-20T23:32:57.400-05:00

So I was feeling all good about myself today because I received six emails and six "winks" from guys on Match.com. Almost every time I checked my email, I was getting a message from Match saying that someone was interested in me! I was starting to strut my stuff, until I went to my profile and saw how many people had actually looked at my profile today... 76. Seventy-six men looked at my profile,

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-86700084153808225042008-10-19T23:38:00.001-05:002008-10-19T23:43:14.673-05:00

Day One of my new Online Dating Experiment (ODE)...Oh my goodness. I thought it would take maybe a half hour to do an online dating profile. It took two hours. Of course, I had to be all clever and stuff. I didn't want lame responses like "I like long walks on the beach..." So instead I opted for the more thought-provoking (read: trying too hard) statements like "I'm looking for someone who

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-16615825946386836002008-10-17T21:35:00.008-05:002008-10-17T22:31:05.053-05:00

One of my favorite love songs of all time is "Stolen" by Dashboard Confessional. Between the simple but compelling lyrics, the melody that pulls on my heartstrings, and the stunning good looks of lead singer Chris Carrabba... I'm sold.Here's the video. It paints a pleasantly romantic picture of a lifelong love finally realized. And girls... Chris Carrabba. Am I right?

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-69522499097269684652008-10-16T22:22:00.009-05:002008-10-16T23:24:32.839-05:00

The months following my un-engagement were confusing at best. I'm sure anyone who's been through a major breakup will agree that it's similar to grieving the death of a loved one. For a while you're in shock, then you're angry, then you're just plain numb... I experienced all of these feelings and more, which is fine, except that Paris was still pursuing me heavily. In my (many) moments of

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-61922967195195740582008-10-15T23:02:00.009-05:002008-10-15T23:44:13.807-05:00

I wrote this post back in July, before this blog even existed. I had originally planned on starting the blog at that time but it didn't work out. So the timeliness of this post is a little off, what with its reference to a TV show, but its message is one that I still would like to put out there. So, digest... __________________________________________________The other night I watched The

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-30790231670172161552008-10-14T23:01:00.005-05:002008-10-14T23:21:38.670-05:00

Well, the online dating poll was a tight race all day, until the final comment took the lead for the "yay" team. Interesting responses. The people who explained the reason behind their votes (and some did so offline) were each quite convincing. The nay-sayers were especially passionate, which makes sense if you think about it. They prefer passion, chance, kismet over formulas and automated

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-89949802011974280042008-10-13T21:00:00.015-05:002008-10-13T23:23:24.386-05:00

A few weeks ago, I met a friend of a friend. This girl was the kind that every woman wants to hate but just can't seem to muster up the jealousy because she's so darn nice. She's also cool, very intelligent and drop-dead gorgeous.So when she told me that she had met her long-time boyfriend (who also sounds like quite a catch) on the Internet, I was floored. For some reason, I've always believed

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-67019282779965101852008-10-13T09:15:00.000-05:002008-10-13T09:19:58.819-05:00

The economic crisis in the last couple of weeks has been rather eye-opening for me, as for most of you, I'm sure. The details are way over my head, so I've been relying on the explanations of people smarter than me to get as much info as I can. Some of them say that things will improve soon and we'll all be okay. Others' viewpoints are much more doom and gloom. I'm not intelligent enough on the

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-64912791044953521502008-10-09T22:06:00.008-05:002008-12-05T23:16:35.290-06:00

The theme of this month's issue of O, The Oprah Magazine is love. Which is ironic for me because it was the first time I've ever read that magazine. I'm actually not much of an Oprah fan at all. But my boss (who doesn't even know about this blog, for no reason other than I haven't told her about it) randomly handed me this month's issue. So I read it, and I was pleasantly surprised to see that

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-89143822592152287522008-10-08T20:38:00.010-05:002008-10-08T21:25:41.663-05:00

I received a comment on yesterday's post that raised an interesting topic of discussion for me. The commenter stated that he/she was tired of me unloading my baggage, that I should move on and write instead about my future Romeo. I'm not knocking this person's opinion completely, because I do admit that I tend to be a bit of a Debbie Downer on this blog.However, I firmly believe that the only way

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-75279449019709492972008-10-07T23:12:00.002-05:002008-10-07T23:21:51.989-05:00

Exactly one year ago today, I got engaged.We were having a good couple of weeks, Paris and I. Our fighting had diminished, and he romanced me in a way that almost made me forget about all of our previous battles. So when he proposed, I eagerly said yes. In the midst of the celebration, Paris and I exchanged an emotional pact that we would put the hard times behind us and let goodness prevail.Not

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-23609030221290005472008-10-06T22:07:00.010-05:002008-10-06T23:39:57.163-05:00

Alas. Why on earth, you ask, am I saying "alas"?Well, because the Scarcity Myth Experiment (SME) has come to an end. It's been a fun three weeks. I've spanned the greater area, looking at attractive men, flashing them smiles and shouting out hello's. I've scouted public places in search of my next SME subject, sometimes to my dismay and other times in jubilation at the large number of options

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-60209612463778178202008-10-05T21:36:00.010-05:002008-10-06T23:39:12.129-05:00

This weekend, my mom and dad came over to my house. The cool thing about my parents is, even though they're divorced, they're still friends with each other. The whole family still gets together often, and every time, Mom and Dad are perfectly respectful of each other and act as if they might even enjoy each other's company. While I'm sad that they are no longer married, I am so grateful that they

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-62232248434044617412008-10-04T16:50:00.005-05:002008-10-06T23:38:23.852-05:00

Last night I went to a Carrie Underwood concert. I found that I can really relate to Carrie. Except for the whole hot-blonde-superstar thing. But she and I seem to have a similar track record regarding the kinds of men we date. Except for the whole hot-famous-athlete thing. (Speaking of... a very reliable source told me that Carrie is NOT dating Michael Phelps like everyone is saying. Rather she

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-80607941135427803192008-10-02T22:54:00.002-05:002008-10-06T23:37:11.297-05:00

Ever since my parents threw me for a loop with their divorce, I long to talk to couples who seem to have a strong, happy marriage. And when I get this opportunity, I ask a lot of questions—every time holding my breath in hopes that my perception about them is, in fact, the reality. After all, for twenty-plus years I had thought that my parents had a good marriage, but I was wrong about that. And

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-45002426792103328212008-10-01T21:31:00.014-05:002008-10-06T23:35:01.135-05:00

Today was the first real day that I could participate in the third-week assignment of SME. This is because on Monday and Tuesday, I did nothing but go to work and then come home. I bet you're wondering how I could possibly be single with such an active social life.But today I went to the gym. All kinds of options at the gym, ladies, is all I'm sayin'. If you're not motivated to exercise by the

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-6596649374157366482008-09-30T21:58:00.014-05:002008-10-06T23:34:19.365-05:00

So it was when I finally gained some confidence that I met someone with whom a true relationship would form. This was my first real grown-up relationship. It also broke my nine-month record. When that happened I thought it'd be this grand moment for me, but by that point I realized that it didn't really matter as much as I had always thought.(Note: I will be writing about this particular

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-37708772587923273532008-09-29T22:04:00.017-05:002008-10-06T23:31:25.496-05:00

Today begins the third and final week of the Scarcity Myth Experiment, which means I now have to look at, smile and say hello (or "hey!" or "what up?" or "which way to the weight room?", etc.) to someone I find attractive. I must say, now that I'm at this point, I'm a little nervous! It does take a lot of guts to talk to someone you don't know—and whose wife or girlfriend could potentially be

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-55253801461701786432008-09-28T22:31:00.015-05:002008-10-06T23:30:00.961-05:00

I just started attending a new church, and funny enough, the past two sermons have been about marriage. I've discussed before my cynicism about marriage. So to hear that it can not only work, but also be this beautiful, fruitful, peaceful thing... well, let's just say I'm beginning to warm up to the idea again.There are three specific details mentioned in these sermons that completely shook the

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-88287007327994580182008-09-25T23:50:00.002-05:002008-10-06T23:27:02.102-05:00

Thanks to the whole TWO PEOPLE who participated in my first-ever "contest." I'm glad to know I have such an abundance of participatory readers. But for all I know, these two commenters are the only ones reading this silly blog, so I guess I can't complain.Whatever the case, they each listed multiple things they love, so it was still a somewhat difficult decision. I had a hard time deciding

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-29059904285895103602008-09-24T21:16:00.011-05:002008-10-06T23:26:48.410-05:00

My blog posts have been rather intense this week, what with my continuous saga of one failed relationship after another. I think it's time I lighten the mood a little. This is a blog about love, right? So I feel it's appropriate that I periodically share things that I, well, love. I'm talking about those little everyday moments when you find yourself saying, "I love it when..." I believe that

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-55699019079972144052008-09-23T20:45:00.010-05:002008-10-06T23:22:39.976-05:00

Many people have asked me what dating is like as a single mom, and I never really know what to tell them. In many ways, it doesn't seem to be all that different from regular-person dating. Of course, there are some things I am more aware of. I'm very careful about who I introduce my daughter to. I don't want her to get attached to every Tom, Dick and Harry who so much as looks at me. Also, there

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-35621482017484604172008-09-22T21:50:00.010-05:002008-10-06T23:20:33.390-05:00

I've been boy-crazy since I was, like, four. I don't know why. I guess it's just the way the good Lord made me. But whatever the reason, my affection for boys has dominated my life for pretty much all of my life.I've had many boyfriends, my first being when I was in 5th grade. Since then, I've dated more guys than I can count. I used to think this was normal, going out with someone for two months

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-47395382062382541522008-09-21T22:33:00.017-05:002008-10-06T23:16:21.258-05:00

Well, it looks like it's unanimous that sitting on the same side of the booth is a definite NAY. I'm glad to know I'm not alone. But if any of you out there DO like to sit on the same side of the booth as your snoogems, and were too ashamed to admit it, I still love you anyway. I just might think you're a little weird. ;-)_________________________________________________If you like a good love

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-44737563231328013752008-09-19T16:27:00.001-05:002008-09-19T16:28:11.331-05:00

Yay! I finally found a new background that is actually pleasing to the eyes, compared to the hideous one I had before. Okay, you can read the post below now. It's much more interesting than this one.

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-30923876211996020802008-09-19T16:21:00.001-05:002008-10-06T23:14:40.402-05:00

But then, there are opportunities for healing everywhere, even in your own back yard.I had the day off of work today and the weather this morning was glorious. There's a bike/jogging trail near my house and I'd never really used it, so I figured today was the day to check it out. The trail winds through the whole town, kind of on the outskirts, but in the midst of trees and streams. It's a really

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-19631830030828707862008-09-18T20:29:00.023-05:002008-10-06T23:11:42.800-05:00

I grew up in a family that was as nuclear as it gets. I had a mom, a dad, an older brother and a younger sister. We did everything together, as a family. We ate dinner together every night (each with our own assigned seats). We kids participated in the same activities (Like band. Don't laugh.), and our parents were involved in those activities too. (Mom was president of the Band Boosters Club.

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-6186927218472881982008-09-17T19:33:00.015-05:002008-10-06T23:07:11.578-05:00

Check this out. In yesterday's post? When I doubted that there might be a hot man walking down my street? Well, today I went for a walk around the block (for no other reason than to take a walk, I swear). And wouldn't ya know it? Here comes a guy, all tall and well-dressed and with dimples, strolling toward me. I started to laugh out loud, thinking about how I basically fulfilled my own sarcastic

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-49793804115139796282008-09-16T22:15:00.009-05:002008-10-06T23:04:53.404-05:00

Thanks to everyone who commented, either on the blog itself or to me personally, on yesterday's post about the Lover/Beloved debate. It was interesting... all of the married people said pretty much the same thing, that it's a full-circle type of love, a give-and-take, etc. And all of the non-married people who spoke to me about it offline were all, "You're so right about this! There is always one

Juliet Seekshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326984344857164436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1687699737338544759.post-21506693691218208022008-09-14T21:17:00.019-05:002008-10-06T23:03:49.396-05:00

When I was in my junior year of high school, I discovered something about love that, frankly, I didn't want to know. And to this day I still wish I had never made the discovery.It happened when I read a book (the name of which is lost on me now). This book tells the fictional story of a man and a woman who live out the roles of the Lover and the Beloved. The Lover/Beloved philosophy is a

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One of the things I often find myself and my other single friends saying is, "All of the good ones are taken." I have this tendency to believe that any guy who is worth dating has already been snatched up by some lucky lady, and that I've somehow missed the boat.I came across this article on Yahoo, about how the very belief of this so-called "Scarcity Myth" could be the main reason why a person

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It took me more than two months to figure out what to name this silly blog. I've always felt a lot of pressure about coming up with good names. It all goes back to when I was in second grade and I was in this club called Awana, which is like the Christian version of Girl and Boy Scouts. There was a contest where we had to enter a name for the local chapter's newsletter. I came up with "The Awana

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It's annoying, isn't it, how much of our time and energy is spent thinking about relationships? When you're not in a relationship you want to be in one; when you're in a relationship you want to be out of one. When you're having problems with your mate, it consumes your mood, behavior and view of the world. When you first fall in love, it consumes your mood, behavior and view of the world.When

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