<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284</id><updated>2012-01-16T22:41:11.457-08:00</updated><category term='English accent'/><category term='sugar babe'/><category term='ex husband'/><category term='buying a gift'/><category term='free dating'/><category term='successful men'/><category term='ballet'/><category term='nice clothes'/><category term='mother in law'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='rich boyfriends'/><category term='dating deal breaker'/><category term='woman'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='learn russian'/><category term='date'/><category term='single life'/><category term='dating 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to forget'/><category term='students'/><category term='etiquette'/><category term='tattoo'/><category term='romantic'/><category term='goals'/><category term='marrying'/><category term='training a man'/><category term='classic style'/><category term='dating ethics'/><category term='manipulate men'/><category term='handsome doctor'/><category term='life'/><category term='sex appeal'/><category term='relying on a person'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='commitment'/><category term='soap queen'/><category term='english speakers'/><category term='Beneficial Relationship'/><category term='religion'/><category term='mormons'/><category term='christmas gifts'/><category term='understanding women'/><category term='men'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Terraincognito</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts and experiences of A Kyrgyz girl living In America</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-573853805069538793</id><published>2010-07-09T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T11:50:40.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar babe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar daddy'/><title type='text'>Understanding the Sugar daddy Lifestyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/TDdvWhNG-YI/AAAAAAAAANs/GgKKN4cEvVQ/s1600/sugar-daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/TDdvWhNG-YI/AAAAAAAAANs/GgKKN4cEvVQ/s400/sugar-daddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491980703262767490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fully comprehend and thus appreciate the sugar daddy lifestyle, one must first know the definition as to what a sugar daddy is. It is defined as a rich, usually older man who offers money, gifts, or mentor ship to a less rich, usually younger female in return for companionship. Please understand that this is NOT prostitution in that the older man is usually the sole financial provider to the younger female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When breaking the term &lt;a href="http://sugardaddydating.wordpress.com/2009/02/13/my-online-adventures-at-sugardaddiecom-part-1/"&gt;sugar daddy&lt;/a&gt; down to it’s individual words, daddy is the descriptor for the difference in age between the man and the woman, and prefacing it with the word sugar, being the gifts he would bestow on to her. It is a lifestyle that, for some, works out quite well, and is mutually beneficial to both. It is a win-win lifestyle. This lifestyle, although still considered to be an alternate lifestyle, is being viewed as more commonplace, and so it has become more accepted in today’s society. It is also a more selective lifestyle as the requirements must include wealth, willingness to spend freely, and an age difference between the daddy and the younger woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who are the sugar daddies?  And what is it that they possess that make them irresistible to women and the envy of men? The main answer is those with money, affluence, a seat in high society, a captain of industry, with a list of resources, a go getter, an achiever, with an eye for the younger female beauties, and the ability to make wishes come true. He talks the talk, but he also walks the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll begin with one of the biggest, if not King of Sugar daddies. He is millionaire real estate developer Donald Trump. He is quite likely to be the most famous of all sugar daddies since he has dated, (and married) women who were quite younger than he. The truth is, Donald Trump has dated and married some of the most attractive younger women in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One should not think or speak badly of Mr. Trump for his lifestyle choices. I sincerely believe most men would gladly trade places with him if it were possible, just as I believe that most women would be thrilled to date or marry him. The “Don”, being a much admired and respected man, has given the sugar daddy lifestyle, a much needed facelift!  The sugar daddy lifestyle is not only for those who are famous and celebrities. For every famously known about sugar daddy relationship, there are many, many more who are not in the public eye or under their scrutiny. But it is the famous celebrities that we always hear about and so we try to relate to this lifestyle through them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-573853805069538793?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/573853805069538793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=573853805069538793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/573853805069538793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/573853805069538793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2010/07/understanding-sugar-daddy-lifestyle.html' title='Understanding the Sugar daddy Lifestyle'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/TDdvWhNG-YI/AAAAAAAAANs/GgKKN4cEvVQ/s72-c/sugar-daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-6861159918943891256</id><published>2009-11-23T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:16:40.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor or looks'/><title type='text'>Humor or looks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/Swrth74CuWI/AAAAAAAAANk/33AphfP_Zjw/s1600/sense+of+humor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407395469875919202" style="WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/Swrth74CuWI/AAAAAAAAANk/33AphfP_Zjw/s400/sense+of+humor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually when he is a good looking guy then he is dumb or arrogant. If a guy is outgoing and humorous and nice then he is usually not so good looking. And in most cases they do not come together. Same as men say about women. They want looks and smarts at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Personality is a very powerful thing, it can melt any icy hard heart. Looks do it too, but only temporary. However first charming effect can be lethal for some poor loving women (or men). I’ve met and dated many men so far, and according to my humble opinion men with personalities burn longer and probability of staying married to such guys is about 90%. Unless you decide to cheat on him. Even though the evening with handsome man can be beautiful, with a nice man it will be gorgeous. I try to make friends with good looking men and be close with middle looks men. Just because I like stability. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When talking about humor I like medium spiced humor. If a man makes you laugh, what else can be better? If a man makes you laugh all the time watch out for some behavioral abnormalities. Maybe I’m wrong, but hey, he has to be serious sometimes too. Good sense of humor is essential, I have only male friends as many girls I’ve met doesn’t seem to get my humor. Their world is narrow by salons, new ways to fold clothes and snotty kids. But simplest jokes still work on them. As for a guy I am seeing and he doesn’t get some of my political jokes about Chavez or Rice, my disappointment doesn’t have borders. Most likely I will not see him again. You can’t just look at the picture all the time, right? Same with food, would you get fool if you keep looking at the pictures of food? No. Same men. Humor, smarts and personality win on the long run anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-6861159918943891256?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/6861159918943891256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=6861159918943891256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/6861159918943891256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/6861159918943891256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/11/humor-or-looks.html' title='Humor or looks?'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/Swrth74CuWI/AAAAAAAAANk/33AphfP_Zjw/s72-c/sense+of+humor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-6363872482825662500</id><published>2009-11-10T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:01:20.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learn russian'/><title type='text'>My husband wants to learn Russian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SvnUKFK7fAI/AAAAAAAAANc/BfCtc4h1qoI/s1600-h/learn_a_language.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402582497659419650" style="WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SvnUKFK7fAI/AAAAAAAAANc/BfCtc4h1qoI/s400/learn_a_language.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing my language was never a prerequisite for men I dated. None of them knew my native language or a couple of other languages I am fluent in. I had a boyfriend before I met my husband that wanted to learn my mother tongue. I must admit I was touched. Only because of his efforts and couple sentences he learnt I was deeply in love with him. You never know what will touch the heart of a woman. My husband wants to learn Russian now. I speak Russian and I learnt it myself but I don’t consider that language my mother tongue so if my man speaks it I wont have a butterflies in my stomach. We were driving and listening to his Russian CD which was honestly annoying as the same sentence was repeated 3-5 times. It was loud too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don’t know if I want to teach my husband the language. I don’t have neither patience nor time. We don’t get to spend a lot of time together as a couple and it would be unfair to spend all the time teaching and learning some third language he will never master. The reason he wants to learn Russian is not visiting Russia any time soon, he just thinks it might be useful and wants to show off extra time. I get irritated when he cannot pronounce some difficult words. Phonetics is our challenge at the moment, we don’t even plan to go deeper into grammar or reading. I wanted to learn Spanish myself but because I have so much to do at home and work, plus school full-time I had to give up the idea of having such a hobby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Men are different. My husband is exceptionally different. He is very stubborn and if he has a goal he will surely reach it. He doesn’t want to learn my language, he says nobody speaks it in US and thus it is useless. He is not romantic at all and I don’t expect him to learn my language just to make me feel special, he is not capable of that. He is very selfish and wants to learn Russian just for his own benefit and I am an opportunity he wants to use free of charge. I have never asked my Latino boyfriends to teach me Spanish, I couldn’t take advantage of people so easily. The most I did was listen to Hispanic music and dances in the clubs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-6363872482825662500?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/6363872482825662500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=6363872482825662500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/6363872482825662500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/6363872482825662500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-husband-wants-to-learn-russian.html' title='My husband wants to learn Russian'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SvnUKFK7fAI/AAAAAAAAANc/BfCtc4h1qoI/s72-c/learn_a_language.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-8508325282250981327</id><published>2009-11-06T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T10:46:54.583-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handsome doctor'/><title type='text'>My Doctor Is So Handsome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SvRvFXLXfmI/AAAAAAAAANU/kDoPz27qsIU/s1600-h/handsome+doctor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401063991035788898" style="WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SvRvFXLXfmI/AAAAAAAAANU/kDoPz27qsIU/s400/handsome+doctor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughter had a toothache last night and we waited till morning to go to a doctor to see what was going on. Next day when we went to dentist we were told she had a new tooth growing and it is painful sometimes. Couple of days later I started having an ache in my jaw. I went to the same dentist and was referred to a maxi facial surgeons, I had a wisdom tooth coming out and it was unbearably painful so I had to get it pulled out. As a result my daughter and I ended up in the office of two young and handsome doctors who helped both of us. However they didn’t take money from me. One of them asked me if he can call me. Hmm, my doctor is asking me out? Well, that’s interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were at the restaurant he ordered a bottle of wine and said it will help me with the loss of my tooth. I never drink over my losses, I would be a big alcoholic by now. Anyway, I liked his humor a lot. The biggest thing that women like in men is their capability to make them laugh and my doctor was big in that. Other than that he was very handsome. Tall, black eyebrows, eyelashes that were also black and long and eyes very deep and dark black. Maybe he never got out of his office but he was pale, even I had more tan than him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s very hard for a woman when her doctor and lawyer are handsome, she can never tell the truth. You can’t tell your young and handsome doctor that you are having bad breath or your handsome lawyer that you want to sue your ex husband for a big sum of money. Wine made me cheerful and the atmosphere in the restaurant became more and more cozy. All the time we were dating I was secretly going to another dentist for cleaning and little treatments. Although the benefit was big I went back to him as a patient only after we broke up as a boyfriend and girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-8508325282250981327?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/8508325282250981327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=8508325282250981327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/8508325282250981327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/8508325282250981327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-doctor-is-so-handsome.html' title='My Doctor Is So Handsome'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SvRvFXLXfmI/AAAAAAAAANU/kDoPz27qsIU/s72-c/handsome+doctor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-7159327042851496060</id><published>2009-10-23T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T08:48:03.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arguing with husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quarrelling'/><title type='text'>Who should sleep on the couch after an argument</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SuHQE7aaj8I/AAAAAAAAANM/f3eY9vsOBOQ/s1600-h/man-on-couch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395822611653103554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SuHQE7aaj8I/AAAAAAAAANM/f3eY9vsOBOQ/s400/man-on-couch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a secret to a strong family and it starts when you say “Yes, I do!”. Do you remember the words in good and bad? Well, when you quarrel it is bad, so you stay together even then. Once there is a habit of one of you to sleep on the couch it will be every time when you argue. What if one day he decides to sleep in his friend’s house, relatives place and maybe even ex’s apartment. What’s then? One of the spouses sleeping on the couch means depriving his/her sexual life and how can you sleep in one bed after that with the same person? Being together, in one bed is a hard after argument but it is only couple hours of sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom always used to tell me to be with your man no matter what happens and arguments were there too. I do have a couple jokes about sleeping outside of the bed in case of arguments with my husband. He desperately wants a dog and when I told him I will never let a dog in my bed and in my kitchen he got all upset and said they will live in the tent in the backyard, so I joke about him sleeping in the backyard when we argue and not even couch. It’s still a joke and I would never let even my husband to sleep in the backyard after argument. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I had an interesting case while I was traveling and lived with my friends for a month in Europe. They were married for less than two years and still had some unresolved issues. One night I see my girlfriend coming out and trying to sleep in my room. Imagine my surprise about their argument and she was the one to walk out and volunteer to sleep in the couch. I didn’t know what to do and honestly don’t like any other woman sleeping with me. So we spoke and I explained to her why it is so important for both of them not to sleep on the couch. After we had a cup of tea and talked about our friends, adventures and many other girls talk we both went to sleep and there was another beautiful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-7159327042851496060?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/7159327042851496060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=7159327042851496060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7159327042851496060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7159327042851496060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-should-sleep-on-couch-after.html' title='Who should sleep on the couch after an argument'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SuHQE7aaj8I/AAAAAAAAANM/f3eY9vsOBOQ/s72-c/man-on-couch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-1521218203532839782</id><published>2009-10-16T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T13:41:43.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor or looks'/><title type='text'>Humor or looks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/StjadhMaHKI/AAAAAAAAANE/yqLamyXbf88/s1600-h/Humor+or+looks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393300754437643426" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/StjadhMaHKI/AAAAAAAAANE/yqLamyXbf88/s400/Humor+or+looks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually when you good looking guy then he is dumb or arrogant. If a guy outgoing and humorous and nice then he is usually not so good looking. And in most cases they do not come together. Same as men say about women. They want looks and smarts at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Personality is a very powerful thing, it can melt any icy hard heart. Looks do it too, but only temporary. However first charming effect can be lethal for some poor loving women (or men). I’ve met and dated many men so far, and according to my humble opinion men with personalities burn longer and probability of staying married to such guys is about 90%. Unless you decide to cheat on him. Even though the evening with handsome man can be beautiful, with a nice man it will be gorgeous. I try to make friends with good looking men and be close with middle looks men. Just because I like stability. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When talking about humor I like medium spiced humor. If a man makes you laugh, what else can be better? If a man makes you laugh all the time watch out for some behavioral abnormalities. Maybe I’m wrong, but hey, he has to be serious sometimes too. Good sense of humor is essential, I have only male friends as many girls I’ve met doesn’t seem to get my humor. Their world is narrow by salons, new ways to fold clothes and snotty kids. But simplest jokes still work on them. As for a guy I am seeing and he doesn’t get some of my political jokes about Chavez or Rice, my disappointment doesn’t have borders. Most likely I will not see him again. You can’t just look at the picture all the time, right? Same with food, would you get fool if you keep looking at the pictures of food? No. Same men. Humor, smarts and personality win on the long run anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-1521218203532839782?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/1521218203532839782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=1521218203532839782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/1521218203532839782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/1521218203532839782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/10/humor-or-looks.html' title='Humor or looks?'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/StjadhMaHKI/AAAAAAAAANE/yqLamyXbf88/s72-c/Humor+or+looks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-8359727240450729787</id><published>2009-10-04T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:36:57.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make or break'/><title type='text'>Would a tattoo be a make or break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SskHXf2cUGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/GRRTYi_mHkg/s1600-h/tattoos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388846529393741922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SskHXf2cUGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/GRRTYi_mHkg/s400/tattoos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First time I heard a tattoo can be a deal maker I thought how ridiculous it was. Then it happened that I met several people who were crazy about tattoos and it changed my opinion. Her name was Vanessa and she was a very big girl. When you have more body surface area you can fit more tattoos. She definitely was taking advantage of her sizes. She even had tattoo on her breasts, they were huge. Every tattoo had it’s own story and reason. The man she met had numerous tattoos as well. I thought a lot about two of them sitting on a Saturday night and describing their tattoos or their first date, it must have been full of little stories. They are having a baby on the way, and I don’t know about their intentions whether to tattoo the baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been to “The Bodies” exhibition at the end they explain what happens to your lungs when you smoke and have a real lung of a smoker, the same they show with tattoos. Obviously the biggest organ in our body skin suffers with tattoos but I find it sad and funny when I see an older person with tattoos that are saggy and all wrinkled. That might be one of the reasons older people usually are not interested in tattoos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons I would never get a tattoo are: I think they are ugly; they are permanent; not feminine; and a major reason- only prisoners had tattoos at the beginning, it’s just teens and other easy influential people followed them. If a man I met had tattoos most likely it would be deal breaker. Even if you get them removed they leave scars and shadow of their shape. Many would argue that it might have been a mistake of youth and the person has changed and matured since that time but it is a tattoo itself that is turn off. I had two cases of men revealing their tattoos to me and the relationship would stop the next minute. So for me the tattoo would be a break, forget and never make. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-8359727240450729787?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/8359727240450729787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=8359727240450729787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/8359727240450729787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/8359727240450729787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/10/would-tattoo-be-make-or-break.html' title='Would a tattoo be a make or break'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SskHXf2cUGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/GRRTYi_mHkg/s72-c/tattoos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-7617304749636012425</id><published>2009-10-02T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:57:26.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A night to forget'/><title type='text'>A night to forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SsY-5uXj14I/AAAAAAAAAM0/XvRSAvdDMQQ/s1600-h/Forget-me-not.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388063165615691650" style="WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SsY-5uXj14I/AAAAAAAAAM0/XvRSAvdDMQQ/s400/Forget-me-not.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As many of my readers (if I have any) have noticed by now that I have a lot of nights to remember and also many nights to forget. I don’t know if other people experience the same feelings about things to remember and forget. Unfortunately we cannot select our memories to be kept in our brain, some stay in our heart and causes it to contract every time they are remembered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that time is the best healer, however I have found even better substitution- I used to get a new boyfriend if an old one hurts me. That technique doesn’t seem to work with husbands as most of them are permanent. Ok, my first one wasn’t but I thought he was. It’s time to stop and smell the roses, clean the house, make kids, go to work, you know, all the things normal people do. I would say normal married couples do. We are out of the list then.&lt;br /&gt;I still have something to talk about- the night to forget. Isn’t how I called this little page from my life today? There were many nights to forget when I was single because I was alone and nobody wants to be alone, go to bed alone, wake up alone. At least me. I never had problem finding men or I just forget the nights I was alone. My husband is not much a trouble at night as he falls asleep before he hit’s the pillow. I am the one who tosses around, needs some water, goes to the bathroom, then watches some TV and by the time I feel sleepy the dawn comes through windows. I am a big believer that you shouldn’t go to bed with an issue in your heart. I might even say that it can be a secret of happy marriage. So yes, we had an argument and he fell asleep immediately. I cleaned the kitchen, organized every shelve. Feeling too much stress and anger I went to the gym at 2 am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to talk to somebody and usually everybody but my husband listens to me at any time. He used to call me even after I got married and kept telling me how much he loves me and wants to be my friend. I don’t want to be his friend, it’s too much of a temptation. I had my weak moment that night. I called him myself, we talked for an hour and then he said he wanted to see me and comfort me. I knew that it was wrong that I was in his car and the whole way I was thinking about that. He knew that I wasn’t coming back to him as I loved my husband. I don’t know why I did such a terrible thing that night. Definitely a night to forget and my husband played a big role in it as he was the one to push me away into other man’s arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-7617304749636012425?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/7617304749636012425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=7617304749636012425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7617304749636012425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7617304749636012425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/10/night-to-forget.html' title='A night to forget'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SsY-5uXj14I/AAAAAAAAAM0/XvRSAvdDMQQ/s72-c/Forget-me-not.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-3677641205271461893</id><published>2009-09-15T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T12:21:03.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex appeal'/><title type='text'>My husband is slowly losing his sex appeal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/Sq_pCjiIjCI/AAAAAAAAAMs/MqzLP3w0V3Y/s1600-h/sexappeal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381776309838449698" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/Sq_pCjiIjCI/AAAAAAAAAMs/MqzLP3w0V3Y/s400/sexappeal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all what is that sex appeal? If you all think that it’s being tall, dark and handsome you are wrong. My girlfriend is attracted to bold and older guys, at least that’s what her husband looks like. She loves him and he has a sex appeal for her. So, besides being Russell Crow and Brad Pitt who have enough sex appeal to charm women all over the world the ugly and bold guy also possess some kind of sex appeal? I definitely know that I’m not attracted to bold guys thus my husband has too much of night dark black hair and very healthy teeth. I have noticed however that he gained a lot of weight after we met. I was going through our pictures and the ones that are from the beginning of our relationships show him slim and tall. Now he seems even shorter because he gained so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my husband is slowly losing his sex appeal. I’m not that excited to see him after work anymore. I know that he is waiting for me at home with a bottle of beer in one hand and remote control in another but it doesn’t appeal to me anymore. He works out almost every day but still doesn’t fit in his pats from last year. He is not interested in modern stuff and new inventions of the world, he keeps living in the past by going to the same restaurant and listening to the same old music. It was all new to me at the beginning and him dressed in old fashioned way was sexy to me. Not anymore. My husband is letting himself go, it is sad and ironic as I’m losing weight and getting toned up every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I decided to surprise him by wearing some sexy lingerie. He gave me a lot of compliments but as soon as he saw his belly he got all down and repeated a 986th time that he has got to lose weight. In my mind he is losing his sex appeal. I am definitely not going to tell him but he has to do something before I decide to leave him forever. I would say that sex appeal is not the most important thing for me in a my man but it definitely plays a big role in anybody’s intimate life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-3677641205271461893?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/3677641205271461893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=3677641205271461893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/3677641205271461893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/3677641205271461893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-husband-is-slowly-losing-his-sex.html' title='My husband is slowly losing his sex appeal'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/Sq_pCjiIjCI/AAAAAAAAAMs/MqzLP3w0V3Y/s72-c/sexappeal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-7743433236094011156</id><published>2009-09-04T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:11:45.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex husband'/><title type='text'>My Husband Is A Big Flirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SqF0d6aybLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/tQQuPL7XzTQ/s1600-h/flirting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377707487303724210" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SqF0d6aybLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/tQQuPL7XzTQ/s400/flirting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always loved well mannered men. Always smile, let women go first, let the woman take the best seat in the restaurant. Until I discovered that some women take it personally. If a strange man is polite with women they automatically assume that he is single. Next thing you know is that women assume that he likes them and they start to flirt. And then men start flirting too. The fact that my husband is very polite with women makes me angry sometimes. It goes beyond the borders of politeness. Is it a flirt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he would be sarcastic with some women I thought it was sarcasm, when he would help women with their chairs I thought it was chivalry and serving drinks considered one big hospitality. Until I discovered my husband just was one big flirt. He did all these little tricks just to get attention of all women. And he succeeded in that. Even his ex-s ask him for help and when he makes a very serious face talking over the phone I know he will be smiling and lifting his eyebrows constantly when he will see them. Just because he is talking to a woman and he is a big flirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to tell him that it upsets me and if I confront him he will also think I’m being jealous. So in order not to end up in a very uncomfortable situation I decided to do the same. Every time we used to gather with his or my friends I started being extremely polite with other males in the company. I started asking them how they were doing all this time and how good they looked. It seemed like none of my husband’s ears moved during the whole evening while I was flirting with men around and being so sweet and polite with everybody but when we got home he made a comment about me being flirtatious. Again, I didn’t want to lay a shadow of jealousy over myself so I just said “Oh, I didn’t think I was flirting, I was just being polite”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-7743433236094011156?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/7743433236094011156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=7743433236094011156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7743433236094011156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7743433236094011156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-husband-is-big-flirt.html' title='My Husband Is A Big Flirt'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SqF0d6aybLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/tQQuPL7XzTQ/s72-c/flirting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-2985585977415872505</id><published>2009-09-03T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:49:37.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relying on a person'/><title type='text'>I can't Count On My Husband For Anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SqAr2Eqm6jI/AAAAAAAAAMc/beTNV1m9Bys/s1600-h/husband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377346163045755442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SqAr2Eqm6jI/AAAAAAAAAMc/beTNV1m9Bys/s400/husband.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband is a great lawyer but terrible in anything else. I cannot count on him for anything except him being good at work. He tries to make surprises for me once in a while but the consequences of those surprises usually involve dirt in the house, breaking my dishes and burning my favorite clothes. At the end of the day I’m still happy as I know he has good intentions. House disasters are nothing compared to the favors I ask him to do for me. He always forgets the most important things that I ask him to do. Although he never forgets to meet his friends for a couple of beers in the bars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I counted on him to buy beautiful flowers and pick up the gift from the store that we bought at night. I left to help my friend with her daughter’s birthday party where my husband would arrive later. He comes later with two flowers and they are yellow. Both signs are bad for people who are superstitious. Thank god my friends weren’t, but I am. I almost hit him with those flowers. Or like another occasion when we went to the Chinese embassy he forgot my passport and then later forgot to send it by mail. As for sending, I got a parking ticket and he volunteered to deal with it and send the payment. Guess what! He didn’t do it and I got much bigger bill three months later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot count on him taking good care of the house plants. When I went to visit my parents they all died. My husband tends to lose his keys, credit cards and my pictures in his wallet but I don’t understand how could he lose my clothes on the way to dry-cleaners. As a result one coat, one pair of pants and two silk blouses never going to hang in my closet again. Forget about counting on my husband to pick me up from the airport, after work or anywhere else. He will either forget about it or come hours late. Why am I still with him? It’s a very good question I don’t know the answer to. He makes my life complete even though every day with him is survival. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-2985585977415872505?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/2985585977415872505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=2985585977415872505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2985585977415872505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2985585977415872505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-count-on-my-husband-for-anything.html' title='I can&apos;t Count On My Husband For Anything'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SqAr2Eqm6jI/AAAAAAAAAMc/beTNV1m9Bys/s72-c/husband.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-1661188479997663886</id><published>2009-08-20T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:54:19.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soap queen'/><title type='text'>I am a soap queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/So2bukIOhsI/AAAAAAAAAMU/EEjGGw0z9gU/s1600-h/soap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372121154797340354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/So2bukIOhsI/AAAAAAAAAMU/EEjGGw0z9gU/s400/soap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you think that I watch soap operas you are mistaken, I don’t like that imaginary lifestyle and all kind of silly situations the characters are encountered every day. I am a soap queen in a direct meaning of that word. I love soaps; all kind of soaps. My husband and I went to little private soap factory recently and I want to have one of my own. I love all natural products for bathing. Crèmes, shampoos, candles, essential oils and of course soaps. There are several brands that I am deeply in love with but my favorite is L’occitane, they have hundreds of products that are essential in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every soap is a piece of art. They are of all kinds of shapes, smells and color. My love for soaps started way before for men. Every man I have been in a relationships with will tell you that I am a soap queen. I even believe that my love for soaps helped me with my relationships with men. Why do you think men love women? Well, women are gentle, their skin is soft and they always smell good. My boyfriends couldn’t take off their faces from my hair, that how good it smelled. My husband always holds my hand and tells me how soft are my hands and kisses them very gently. If not for my love I wouldn’t be as beautiful as I am now. My men knew what to give me for Christmas and birth day. Soaps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I talk about soaps I cannot leave out my favorite smells. They are jasmine, green tea, olive, sandal, lavender, almond, Shea and immortelle.One of the most romantic evenings my husband and I spent so far was in the bath tub. Shea butter babble bath and a candle of rose was filling with aroma the water and air. As for our bodies I got that champagne from Provence we went recently and I didn’t know what I was getting drunk from- babble bath, rose or kisses on my shoulders. Champagne had nothing to do with that. So in case you want to add spice, aroma or romance to your relationships with men try to add some soap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-1661188479997663886?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/1661188479997663886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=1661188479997663886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/1661188479997663886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/1661188479997663886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-soap-queen.html' title='I am a soap queen'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/So2bukIOhsI/AAAAAAAAAMU/EEjGGw0z9gU/s72-c/soap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-6935823590310918496</id><published>2009-08-03T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T11:49:32.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='many'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salary'/><title type='text'>Would you ask your man how much he earns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SncxFK7bdmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XAkmNChaNO0/s1600-h/Money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365811445937960546" style="WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SncxFK7bdmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XAkmNChaNO0/s400/Money.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you crazy?! Nobody asks a man how much he earns. He will think that you want his money (which is true but don’t make it that obvious). These kind of questions make a man alert and take his thoughts away from you to his bank account. As long as man is working hard it shouldn’t bother you how much he earns. There are some other ways to find out how much your man earns. I would never ask and never did, but there was a chance to find out when we were filling out some papers. And I did find out. You will get your chance too. But asking a man directly would be the last resource to satisfy your curiosity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, why do you have to know the size of his … salary? If it makes a difference whether you will continue dating him or not then it is better to find out at the beginning of a relationship. However, finding out that your man makes very good money after dating him for a while is a nice surprise too. If the reason is a pure curiosity then think about whether you would like to tell him how much you make. Let’s say the answer is “Yes” but still why would you want to know how much he earns. The bigger salary = bigger love? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I don’t think it’s necessary to know how much your man earns as men can be different. A man earning over five hundred thousand a year might not even buy you flowers and wouldn’t mind you splitting the bill. On the other hand a man working as a contractor will shower you with gifts with all he earns. Does it really matters how much your man earns now? Before starting anything serious think if that man can give you all that he has and disregard his monthly or yearly income. Some men tend to like when a woman takes control of his salary and uses that for their fun times. But not all women like that as it involves a lot of paper work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-6935823590310918496?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/6935823590310918496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=6935823590310918496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/6935823590310918496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/6935823590310918496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/08/would-you-ask-your-man-how-much-he.html' title='Would you ask your man how much he earns'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SncxFK7bdmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XAkmNChaNO0/s72-c/Money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-494003026904279121</id><published>2009-07-29T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:41:40.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>My Husband Never Cooks For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SnCl4DRE-sI/AAAAAAAAAME/zavalvatWXs/s1600-h/cooking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363969538566453954" style="WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SnCl4DRE-sI/AAAAAAAAAME/zavalvatWXs/s400/cooking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband does not know how to cook. But he loves to eat. As anybody else. I love to cook and sometimes would appreciate if a man would cook especially for me. It is believed that if a man cooks it is much more delicious and special. Women put a lot of love when they cook but since they do it every day, sometime several times a day they forget the main ingredient (love), or lack that ingredient, so the food is tasty but not mesmerizing. When a man takes a knife in his hands to peel the potatoes or cut a tomatoes it’s a totally different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of our friends advised us to take cooking classes together. He said it was fun for him and his wife to take those classes and they learnt a lot about each other and nutrition. So we went. My husband became a free clown. He does not need food if only you give him your attention. I guess it’s one of the disadvantages of being a single child. He needs a constant attention and public in that class was very friendly, mainly consisting of housewives. He would juggle for them with anything round found in the kitchen: apples, tomatoes, even onions. By the end of the class we had a project to do, which was consisting of one appetizer, one entrée and a desert. As you might have already guessed he didn’t help me at all. Well, he didn’t learn anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday evening and he wants me to cook. Oh, that is too much! I cook every day and he even doesn’t help me, I work full time job as well. Why so much discrimination even in such a free country like America?! I just remembered that one of my boy friends would always cook for me and that thought made me even more angry. I stopped whatever I was doing and called him. I just wanted to know why he always used to cook for me and tell him that I do appreciate it now. I also wanted to tell him that my husband never cooks for me. He invited me over and said he will cook for me French dish. I had a great time and felt cared and loved again, however it was all in the past now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-494003026904279121?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/494003026904279121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=494003026904279121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/494003026904279121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/494003026904279121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-husband-never-cooks-for-me.html' title='My Husband Never Cooks For Me'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SnCl4DRE-sI/AAAAAAAAAME/zavalvatWXs/s72-c/cooking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-4309536930271223001</id><published>2009-07-10T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:36:22.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gentlemen'/><title type='text'>Be A Gentleman And Let Me Have The Last Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SlemPB_mpjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/l77chcN-YxE/s1600-h/shouting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356933058943952434" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SlemPB_mpjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/l77chcN-YxE/s400/shouting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When an argument takes place most men don’t know the secret of winning over women. And I will reveal that secret now. However, many men don’t use it and still argue and try to make a woman different person or prove her that he is right. And it is all wrong as women will never forgive the loss, even if they know they are wrong. The importance of having the last word seems to funny at some times as they are just words and no matter what being said we can stay with our own point inside and nobody can change it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only women but anybody will respond aggressively if they are not treated right. Having the last word is not the sign of winning the battle. A nice talk and coming together to the right conclusion will go further. It’s very hard though to concentrate on having a good conversation and solving a problem when you want to prove that you are right. Everybody wants to have a last word so the argument goes on and on. Still men forget about the secret of winning over the woman. It is not similar to the taming of the shrew, nothing like that. The guy in that romance was very tough on the shrew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most women are stubborn and won’t give away their beliefs easily. I have noticed that my husband found that secret to have a peace with me. He started letting me have the last word and I have nothing more to say. Me having the last does not mean that I’m the boss and I make all the decisions. We should make them together but as a woman and the person who takes care of the most things that have to do with the family and house and etc I believe I do deserve the right to be given the last word. At the same time we shouldn’t forget about respect and dignity. If a man being nice enough to give you the last word, give him the right to turn those words into action&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-4309536930271223001?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/4309536930271223001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=4309536930271223001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/4309536930271223001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/4309536930271223001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/07/be-gentleman-and-let-me-have-last-word.html' title='Be A Gentleman And Let Me Have The Last Word'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SlemPB_mpjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/l77chcN-YxE/s72-c/shouting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-6515094801969023003</id><published>2009-07-03T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:24:06.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disaster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Watching a Romance movie with my husband was a disaster!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/Sk6TDsrCfJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/p9Nk927PLug/s1600-h/movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354378698730667154" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/Sk6TDsrCfJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/p9Nk927PLug/s400/movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always knew that my husband wasn’t the biggest romantic man in the world but I had my high hopes to change it one day. I have organized many surprise “dates” for two of us. Whether it be in the theatre, park or museum all went well and we both enjoyed our time together. Although he didn’t bring me any of those surprises yet I know one day he will. Last Saturday we went to our favorite sushi place. The atmosphere and food presentation brought me into a romantic mood again. So I thought why don’t we watch a romantic movie. It would bring us even closer and strengthen our love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first romantic movie that came to my mind was “An Affair To Remember”. So on the way home we stopped at the local Blockbuster and rented that movie. My husband didn’t say anything and his face didn’t show a slight enthusiasm. I made some popcorn and soft drinks in case we get thirsty. As soon as the movie started his attention was absorbed by popcorn, so I took it away. Hey, you might call me by all the bad words but I’m working on my husband. I am making him a more romantic person. And better of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband never turns off his phone and keeps it in his pocket. While we were watching the movie his phone vibrated more than twenty times. Yes I was annoyed. But the bigger frustration was when he started typing and sending messages. It wasn’t nice at all. Then he was reading emails, then news and finally I yelled and took away his phone. I needed to go to the bathroom and when I came back he was watching baseball. What a disaster! What am I going to do with that? Why is he acting like this? Am I doing something wrong, maybe my husband will never like anything romantic and will never bring me flowers home? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-6515094801969023003?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/6515094801969023003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=6515094801969023003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/6515094801969023003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/6515094801969023003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/07/watching-romance-movie-with-my-husband.html' title='Watching a Romance movie with my husband was a disaster!'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/Sk6TDsrCfJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/p9Nk927PLug/s72-c/movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-3021419069874079929</id><published>2009-06-29T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T13:33:55.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political view'/><title type='text'>Political view does it really matter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SkklHf9kIQI/AAAAAAAAALs/EX5Z24hdnz0/s1600-h/politics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352850442875576578" style="WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SkklHf9kIQI/AAAAAAAAALs/EX5Z24hdnz0/s400/politics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When two people get together to live they don’t always consider the political view to be a deal breaker but when it comes to election days the surprise astonishes them. Men assume that woman will take his side and there is no need for her to verbalize her political views. The right for women to vote was given relatively recently, so women still doubt whether they should listen to their husbands. The difference in political views can be difficult in a family life, but at the end being a woman and being able to vote independently leaves you proud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent elections were very intense and full of surprises. People were frustrated as they thought there was no choice. It would have been a woman for the first time or African American. Well, Obama is not quite African American as his mother was white Caucasian and Hillary is not quite a woman too. Ambitious, goal oriented and very strong personality. I don’t think she would have stayed married if she was a real woman. The game of elections of 2008 was very twisted and many women who were ready to finally vote for a strong and smart woman ended up with that Tina Fey, oh, sorry Sarah Palin. She not only ruined the reputation of women but the whole country in front of the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that Obama is smart and non corrupted young man it was his advantage as disadvantage too. Even the big experience of McCain couldn’t help him as somebody did enough job to spoil the whole campaign. So the debates of my man and me were between young but ambitious and old but experienced. All political TV shows and views of were watched 24/7 and still we couldn’t come to a common view as both of us are very stubborn people. Our relationship started to cool down as we started to hanging out with different people and we were trying to avoid each other just not to argue again. After elections were over we just took a little vacation and love was coming back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-3021419069874079929?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/3021419069874079929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=3021419069874079929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/3021419069874079929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/3021419069874079929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/06/political-view-does-it-really-matter.html' title='Political view does it really matter?'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SkklHf9kIQI/AAAAAAAAALs/EX5Z24hdnz0/s72-c/politics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-5051944940955476347</id><published>2009-05-31T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:23:05.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accomplishments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proud woman'/><title type='text'>I'm proud of my accomplishments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SiMDLUrYqJI/AAAAAAAAALk/1P6dQkHDnSo/s1600-h/boobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342117076055664786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SiMDLUrYqJI/AAAAAAAAALk/1P6dQkHDnSo/s400/boobs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so proud when I learnt how to tie my shoe laces. That was one of my first accomplishments I was so proud of. Later, ability to read, play musical instruments, run on marathons and dance like John Travolta. Teenage years and years in university are the best times for political and social activity. I have joined many parties at that time, one was called “Freedom for colored people” and another “Let your wives work”. I was sent on business trips every so often. I was even elected to be the head of student government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing my friends get medals and certificates would make me envious. It was the best stimulus for me. Just the thought that somebody else is doing better in chemistry would keep me in the library more than a coffee. So a month later I would do better than many people in the class. When nobody is competing with me I loose my interest. The accomplishments are good only when somebody challenges me or I have a competitor. I would never date a guy whom girls don’t even mentioned. I challenged myself to get the best guy in the area and when he looked too busy to date it became even more interesting. Now he is mine and next to him another check mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I haven’t done much in this life, now when I’m sick and I might have a surgery I am proud of only one accomplishment in my life. It is having my child. It was one of the most pleasurable and hardest experiences that I had. You realize that miracles happen and the biggest one of them is the birth of a human child. So I have accomplished the biggest reason of life. The cycle of life is almost completed for me and it made me remember that many people are not able to complete that one biggest accomplishment of their life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-5051944940955476347?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/5051944940955476347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=5051944940955476347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/5051944940955476347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/5051944940955476347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-proud-of-my-accomplishments.html' title='I&apos;m proud of my accomplishments'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SiMDLUrYqJI/AAAAAAAAALk/1P6dQkHDnSo/s72-c/boobs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-2245044272165899126</id><published>2009-05-08T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:48:31.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother in law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating deal breaker'/><title type='text'>Dating deal breakers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SgRULTHGAbI/AAAAAAAAALc/mMaG1vOa2D0/s1600-h/dating-deal-breakers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333480411798831538" style="WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SgRULTHGAbI/AAAAAAAAALc/mMaG1vOa2D0/s400/dating-deal-breakers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating can be very hard. Especially considering how men and women are so different. When a man and woman see another woman they usually think totally two different things. So opposites attract? Can two genders attract each other and at the same time have same goals? Might be, although experience shows that there are many deal breakers in dating. My friends would say it’s mother-in-law and my local friends have mentioned that it can be bad breath, past relationships, bad manners, bad tastes (in clothes, cologne, food, etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes it gets to the point when anything can be a deal breaker. Oh, that’s when it’s too late to be flexible and try to save the relationship. Unless you just started and there is no emotional ties to that person. I met a man online once and after I saw him in the restaurant I realized I didn’t like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it was my mistake I agreed for dinner (I was working during the day), but then I wrote him an email saying that I didn’t feel that chemistry was there. It’s one of the most innocent ways to say “good-bye” without hurting the person. Many women prefer to part with a man if he has a bad taste in clothes instead of training him. I think the show “What not to wear” came to help those poor women and men to keep their relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing however I wouldn’t tolerate is bad manners. It means a lot to me. I haven’t been raised in a castle with no means of royalty but I do have manners and can behave as a lady. Absence of manners, basic human as well as chivalry is the biggest deal breaker of all times. Any ideas ladies? Well, bring it up but don’t fool me with something like “He gives me flowers every day and I’m tired of it!”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-2245044272165899126?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/2245044272165899126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=2245044272165899126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2245044272165899126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2245044272165899126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/05/dating-deal-breakers.html' title='Dating deal breakers'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SgRULTHGAbI/AAAAAAAAALc/mMaG1vOa2D0/s72-c/dating-deal-breakers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-244489102115999646</id><published>2009-04-26T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:54:17.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guy calling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='after first date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating ethics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first date'/><title type='text'>After a first date how long should a guy wait to call</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SfS7r06HFcI/AAAAAAAAALU/PJU1NpGhldo/s1600-h/phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329090620697286082" style="WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SfS7r06HFcI/AAAAAAAAALU/PJU1NpGhldo/s400/phone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing bad in showing your feelings and if a guy meets a girl and he likes her a lot he can call the next day. The only problem are girls. When a girl sees that a guy liked her on a first date and she knows he will call her within 48 hours she starts behaving differently. Men shouldn’t be so logical sometimes because as you’ve heard you can’t explain women by logic. If you wait too long, she might feel abandoned and find another interest, if you call too soon she might put you under her heel. Sometimes you just have to follow your heart and phone ethics or dating ethics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many men are too weak to call within that appropriate time and I had that experience. He called me after a week. He might have been choosing another dates or being busy in his basement, but I forgot about him. When he called he apologized and said he has been on a business trip and was busy working. He was a man, he took my honest response as a man. Funny, I felt he liked me a lot but only because he didn’t call me within 48 hours I forgot him and he was dropped into a garbage bin with his number. Later we became very good friends. And I do regret he didn’t call me sooner after our first date, as he is very nice man. But dating him after that insult would mean that I don’t respect myself. If you do not respect yourself, nobody will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women should never call a guy after a first date, no matter what. Period. Some women say, what if he is just shy or something happened to him? Well, shy- why do you need a looser who even can’t give a girl he liked a call?! Something happened, that’s too funny. Nothing has happened to him all these 30 or 30 something years and boom, right after your first date he happened to get into a minor car accident and now he is in the hospital thinking about you and can’t even call you. Ha! Again, respect yourself, women! If you want a man call you right after your first date, well make a good first impression. Dress beautifully, smell womanly and behave like a lady. He will not call you as soon as you leave, he will make a second date on the first date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-244489102115999646?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/244489102115999646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=244489102115999646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/244489102115999646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/244489102115999646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-first-date-how-long-should-guy.html' title='After a first date how long should a guy wait to call'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SfS7r06HFcI/AAAAAAAAALU/PJU1NpGhldo/s72-c/phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-744860625708953439</id><published>2009-04-24T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:31:03.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buying a gift'/><title type='text'>How much would you spend on your guy for a gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SfISESBOOdI/AAAAAAAAALM/HqZgTyqbJ6M/s1600-h/Money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328341173898459602" style="WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SfISESBOOdI/AAAAAAAAALM/HqZgTyqbJ6M/s400/Money.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually you hear many people say that it is the thought that counts. The situation gets complicated when your guy is very complicated. He might not be very complicated but since he has achieved a lot in his life and has seen a lot it gets harder to impress him. At the same time you cannot spend much. Why? Why if you love him dearly and ready to give him your world, why not spend reasonable amount. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it was much easier when you were 6 year olds and was invited to a birthday party. Your mom would buy some toy, wrap it and you are ready to go. If you think the principles haven’t changed much and all that boys need are toys. The market is full of different kinds of gadgets that will help your guy in everyday life. Entertainment is also a big chic. I was surprised there are sites that can find a gift for your guy based on his personality. You can personalize gifts, engrave them just for a little fee and some items come with that special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don’t have to get crazy on what to give your man for your anniversary, Valentine’s day or his birth day. Since my guy travels a lot for business I was thinking about giving him an electronic reader from Amazon, but then he has his blackberry and surfs the web anyway. Antiradar was another choice for about $200. Doesn’t matter how successful you are the law in US are equal for everybody, so my man speeds a lot and for the reason of him not being caught I wanted radar. I thought a bit, yes it is very useful and I might use it some time too but it’s not memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess my first statement about the thought that counts was right. I stopped my choice on a key chain. It is very special key chain. It has an engraved message that you can see only when you open the chain for valet. Very secret and very special. And costs only around $30 but worth a million. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-744860625708953439?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/744860625708953439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=744860625708953439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/744860625708953439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/744860625708953439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-much-would-you-spend-on-your-guy.html' title='How much would you spend on your guy for a gift'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SfISESBOOdI/AAAAAAAAALM/HqZgTyqbJ6M/s72-c/Money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-6520937842279993095</id><published>2009-04-21T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:31:56.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothing'/><title type='text'>First Date Clothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/Se4fGnrOR_I/AAAAAAAAALE/xokm9asRgqk/s1600-h/clothing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327229607815825394" style="WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 379px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/Se4fGnrOR_I/AAAAAAAAALE/xokm9asRgqk/s400/clothing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First impressions are essential. You will never be given a second chance to make the first impression. Writing from a woman’s perspective I have to admit that women take a lot of time getting ready for a date, especially for the first one. If you make a date and you are doing it like something in between your errands that’s not always a good idea. Dress to impress is a very favorite saying of mine. Clothes can tell a lot about your date’s personality. Sometimes I ask myself who will buy some ugly clothes in the stores, but eventually they get sold too.&lt;br /&gt;Clothes for a first date for women should be very classy, stylish and sexy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By sexy I do not mean vulgar clothes, just some people don’t know the difference. Dressing right is a whole art which most people do not master. Many women do need help in choosing their wardrobe, as they tend to buy too much of useless accessories and too few basic essentials. It would be hard for a woman to make a date right after work, as you won’t have enough time to get refreshed and have new make-up, clothes and energy. So success of a first date might be influenced by right timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many people think that thinking of clothes to impress a person is very shallow, but hey, would you have a second date with a man dressed like a homeless? Well, he wouldn’t either. Nice clothes not brand and designer ones necessarily will make their work if your taste is classy and pretty reasonable. Warm colors will bring a positive aura from your date and bright will make him think in a wrong way, and too dark will bring skepticism as well as negativism. Before choosing clothes for your first date you might want to spend enough time in front of a mirror and think through how you will spend your first date. It’s important so you don’t feel uncomfortable with an office clothes on the beach if you might go for a walk on the beach after meal. And last but not least- use common sense and dress to impress your date right from the first time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-6520937842279993095?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/6520937842279993095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=6520937842279993095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/6520937842279993095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/6520937842279993095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-date-clothing.html' title='First Date Clothing'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/Se4fGnrOR_I/AAAAAAAAALE/xokm9asRgqk/s72-c/clothing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-1669962411890480743</id><published>2009-04-16T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:01:15.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etiquette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexiest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English accent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english speakers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>Why are English accents so sexy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SeeOgEdT-iI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WPzKTWzVP64/s1600-h/hugh-grant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325381765992544802" style="WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SeeOgEdT-iI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WPzKTWzVP64/s400/hugh-grant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have seen the play by Shaw “Pygmalion” then you understand how fascinating the speech can be. Accent, manners, etiquette will take a young, beautiful girl further than actual knowledge of a subject. But today we are talking about how and why is English accent so sexy? Since English is not my first language and I have never lived in UK for a long time I don’t even try to perform one. Real English accent has been dramatically changed in all English colonies including US. Whatever has remained is still beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There has been many arguments about what language is the sexiest and love should be t spoken in those languages. Definitely all contestants are roman languages like English ( British), French, Italian or Portuguese (Take into consideration it wasn’t worldwide discussion, just in my office and it was pretty emotional disputes). Some people who were close to Hispanic culture were saying that it should be Portuguese, who spoke French were disputing in French and anyway majority came to conclusion that it should be English. Maybe because it was the only way to say their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People in US melt their ears when they hear British accent and make a person talk constantly under any excuses. I tried to figure out why this particular English accent is so sexy. It’s the way they roll the sounds, some consonants like “r” come out very nice and vowel “u” is specific only to British English speakers. In an effort to repeat those sounds similarly or at least a bit close I put some hazel nuts in the shells into my mouth and was trying to pronounce each word like English people do. While I was rollerblading with my hazel nuts I bumped into an Englishman in the park. He was walking his dog. Now I found my own Henry Higgins who will work on my phonetics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-1669962411890480743?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/1669962411890480743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=1669962411890480743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/1669962411890480743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/1669962411890480743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-are-english-accents-so-sexy.html' title='Why are English accents so sexy'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SeeOgEdT-iI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WPzKTWzVP64/s72-c/hugh-grant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-3399036770730662500</id><published>2009-04-10T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:48:36.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophisticated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classic style'/><title type='text'>Sophisticated singles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/Sd_Mm5CA6gI/AAAAAAAAAK0/BptJki7ib4I/s1600-h/bond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323198253091580418" style="WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/Sd_Mm5CA6gI/AAAAAAAAAK0/BptJki7ib4I/s400/bond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophisticated singles is the category of people hardest to find a match. They are very picky, usually older and think too much. Yes, sometimes thinking too much can be a problem, especially in relationships. Artistic natured people are seen in most weird places and they always have their own message or how they usually call “mission”. As for looks, many designers and retail shops started calling their creations to be “sophisticated”. Yes, that sounds so skin deep and usually it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An average looking or just a pretty girl doesn’t need designer clothes to look sophisticated, if that’s what she wants. The classic style was, is and will be the same. Many singles go very creative adding some chic to those classy clothes. Even a little, bright, one toned scarf can add some life to your general outfit. It’s easy to recognize sophisticated single in the crowd: they are not participating but rather observing the crowd and the final results. Thin, long cigarette is a usual attribute of sophisticated singles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody should watch out when they go on a hunt. Their manners you cannot compete, knowledge you cannot doubt and charm you cannot resist will all conquer you on a first date. Even if you are conquered you shouldn’t show them that, just slight interest. Sophisticated people love challenge and if they are single and looking for a compatible match you better be classy, sweet and alert! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-3399036770730662500?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/3399036770730662500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=3399036770730662500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/3399036770730662500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/3399036770730662500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/04/sophisticated-singles.html' title='Sophisticated singles'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/Sd_Mm5CA6gI/AAAAAAAAAK0/BptJki7ib4I/s72-c/bond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-2529273222671344339</id><published>2009-04-03T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:17:34.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating online'/><title type='text'>mistakes women make dating online</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SdZuukjGiUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/uPaPYijs4ws/s1600-h/women-online.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320561756148762946" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SdZuukjGiUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/uPaPYijs4ws/s400/women-online.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an experienced online dater I want to share with my adventures, as well as mistakes I made and most women do. When you sign up for a dating site it’s very important to look through the members and most important to find out if you have to pay for the site. I wouldn’t even bother going to free dating sites as I’ve been there, done that and wouldn’t recommend to anybody else. At least for girls who are looking for real men. Who do you think go to free dating sites? Men who have no money , no stable job and are not serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mistake is CV. Nobody will read your CV. A nice profile, short and down to point information will bring more flow of men towards you than detailed and long CV. Men usually don’t read them, so you are being “skipped”. Men get scared of an enormous profile, talking too much and think how a woman will be when we meet? She will start talking and won’t shut her mouth. That’s the impression people get reading or not even reading a long, full of unnecessary information in the profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many women still believe that man should make the first step, while many men are too shy to even contact a woman online. Actually, that’s the main reason many men go online to meet women- they are too shy in real life to start a conversation with women. The disadvantage of dating online you cannot see those innocent eyes looking at you asking to start a conversation, men even shy to put a pictures of themselves. So women should be proactive too, not just waiting for a fruit to ripe and fall into their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a conclusion, I would say that many women make mistakes, just don’t be rude, passive and never give false information (except personal, for your own privacy). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-2529273222671344339?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/2529273222671344339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=2529273222671344339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2529273222671344339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2529273222671344339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/04/mistakes-women-make-dating-online.html' title='mistakes women make dating online'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SdZuukjGiUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/uPaPYijs4ws/s72-c/women-online.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-7821136453850480137</id><published>2009-03-27T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:34:39.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary joe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='successful people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='successful men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george clooney'/><title type='text'>Traits of successful people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/Sc04T0O7wtI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gLrN6D6umT0/s1600-h/businessman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317968648084374226" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/Sc04T0O7wtI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gLrN6D6umT0/s400/businessman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are successful people different than ordinary Joe? If yes, in what way they differ? Many people don’t know but when you are interviewing a young man or woman you can tell whether they are determined to be successful or not. The way they walk, talk and sit are all nonverbal messages that tell that person is confident and knows his worth. Men and women tend to behave little bit differently when they are successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Successful men are noble, generous and have traveled the world by the age of 30. You have to consider when dating them the way they got to that success.&lt;br /&gt;It might be harder than it looks but the number of wrinkles on his face will tell the truth. Even those wrinkles make him look noble. Look at George Clooney, he is getting more and more handsome every year. Secret? Becoming more and more successful. Successful people are goal focused, hard-working and at the end they do get what they want. They don’t act the success to come to them, they go and get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The places where you can find most successful people would be world’s metropolitans as they attract all kinds of people as well as successful ones. If I were looking for a successful date I would go to the best restaurants, clubs (including golf) and a dating site where you have to pay reasonable amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember, cheap people never go to those places. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-7821136453850480137?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/7821136453850480137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=7821136453850480137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7821136453850480137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7821136453850480137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/03/traits-of-successful-people.html' title='Traits of successful people'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/Sc04T0O7wtI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gLrN6D6umT0/s72-c/businessman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-3608176674709896124</id><published>2009-03-19T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:06:39.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar babe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beneficial Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mutually Beneficial Relationship'/><title type='text'>What Is A Mutually Beneficial Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/ScLB4yuDg1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/jxWY9T0WeHc/s1600-h/mutually-beneficial-relationship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315023691682382674" style="WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/ScLB4yuDg1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/jxWY9T0WeHc/s400/mutually-beneficial-relationship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people don’t know what is a mutually beneficial relationship. They keep asking themselves if they are in a beneficial relationship. At least for one party. One of the differences of mutually beneficial relationships is that both parties are interested in having this kind of relationship. Men benefit from having a cutie-beauty on their arms and women from men’s social and financial status. Funny to mention, but time proved observation shows that mutually beneficial relationships are the most stable and strongest. Why? Just because both of them are interested. It is also one of the most honest and open relationships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutually beneficial relationship can be the best experience man or woman can ever have. Nice company on long and short trips, envious eyes every place a couple goes and best service given when they see a respectable man with a model type girl. For a rich and hardworking man a company of a beautiful woman can be the most relaxing. Many younger women like spending time with older men as they come across to be smart, rich and more understanding. What a young woman can learn or take from a you man? Nothing except arguments, silly jokes and many uncomfortable situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a name says benefits work both ways. Some of men can be even married, as they lack that little excitement in their family life. Wife is busy with errands and kids, but what about him? He needs an attention, ears to listen and fun to share. So he looks for a younger woman. Usually nobody leave their wives. Younger woman or how it is officially called now “Sugarbabe” is available for him 24/7. She gives love, tender and excitement. That becomes her primary job even. Which man wouldn’t be happy to be in a such relationship and pay any price for it?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-3608176674709896124?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/3608176674709896124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=3608176674709896124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/3608176674709896124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/3608176674709896124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-mutually-beneficial.html' title='What Is A Mutually Beneficial Relationship'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/ScLB4yuDg1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/jxWY9T0WeHc/s72-c/mutually-beneficial-relationship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-6292873084775538588</id><published>2009-03-19T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:57:15.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar babe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='younger women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful women'/><title type='text'>Mentoring A Sugarbabe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/ScK_kyecz1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Z6YezlI1UZ8/s1600-h/sugarbabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315021148996292434" style="WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/ScK_kyecz1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Z6YezlI1UZ8/s400/sugarbabe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentoring a sugarbabe can be hard or easy, it all depends which way you choose to treat her. As anybody else sugar babies tend to have good and bad days. Especially being a woman it’s hard to keep up with the rhythm of life. As a mentor, a man should understand and be fully respected as a sugarbabe will not let a ordinary man mentor her. Social status plays a great role in mentoring as well as worth labeled in your bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many men are highly interested in mentoring younger beautiful girl. Why? It is beneficial both ways. He doesn’t mind taking care of a younger woman who will give him love, attention and pride. A Sugar babe, on the other hand loves being mentored as she wants that status and finer things she doesn’t have much access to. And mentor always can give her that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While mentoring a younger girl it’s always better not to cross the borders. She is young, beautiful and free. Therefore she wants more than any other woman. As for the borders, the total control can ruin everything. Considering how much a mentor works, he wont keep her by him all the time, but anybody can say “Hey, I’m paying the bill and deserve to be respected”. Yes, you can say that, but will it bring any results? No. Taking a girl to nice places and getting her best things (not all she wants at the same time) at the same time not running after her will make any sugarbabe to be available to her mentor any time of the day. It’s just all about tactic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-6292873084775538588?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/6292873084775538588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=6292873084775538588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/6292873084775538588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/6292873084775538588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/03/mentoring-sugarbabe.html' title='Mentoring A Sugarbabe'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/ScK_kyecz1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Z6YezlI1UZ8/s72-c/sugarbabe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-8671776265876024418</id><published>2009-03-04T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:45:32.989-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='younger women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='older men'/><title type='text'>Older Men Marrying Younger Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/Sa7oZKXyywI/AAAAAAAAAKM/n9tJHekzy-c/s1600-h/olderman-younger-women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309436529694919426" style="WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/Sa7oZKXyywI/AAAAAAAAAKM/n9tJHekzy-c/s400/olderman-younger-women.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When an older man decides to marry a younger woman it is even a bigger commitment than he would marry her in his in late twenties or thirties. You got to be realistic and think twice before doing that. Have you seen the movie “Intolerable Cruelty” with Catherine Zeta-Jones? Then you have to understand and making a decision is up to you. But it’s not always the case. Many young women do marry older men because of love, affection and many other unexplainable reasons, but many people believe it’s money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Money, isn’t the prenuptial contract is for? Isn’t it to protect older men’s money? Again an example from the same movie. Husband tears up the contract during the wedding and no more contract. Hooray! But it’s only movie and even in the movie the husband was fake. Usually it doesn’t happen in real life. So most of the time older men are protected from their loved ones. Many people don’t understand neither older man nor younger woman when they get married. And as I mentioned earlier judging they say it’s money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this marriage is based on a mutual benefits but it’s not all about that. Older man doesn’t have to be bald and ugly, as long as he has some numbers in the bank and here and there, it’s just fine. So real attraction is not excluded.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, there are many young women who find older men much more attractive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-8671776265876024418?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/8671776265876024418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=8671776265876024418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/8671776265876024418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/8671776265876024418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/03/older-men-marrying-younger-women.html' title='Older Men Marrying Younger Women'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/Sa7oZKXyywI/AAAAAAAAAKM/n9tJHekzy-c/s72-c/olderman-younger-women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-3917663026293879078</id><published>2009-03-04T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:15:42.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar daddy'/><title type='text'>Why Did I First Think About Having A  Sugar Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/Sa7hZk9SUPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rRq4FRdcBJo/s1600-h/sugar-daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309428840250102002" style="WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/Sa7hZk9SUPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rRq4FRdcBJo/s400/sugar-daddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was summer of 1929... Of course no, it was just last year, 2008. I don’t know what was the weather like in summer 1929, but last year it was hottest it can be. I didn’t know where to hide from the heat and was thinking that I should pack and go some place where the weather must be lovely at that time of the year. But then I was facing another problems like lonesome, financial independence and boredom. Since I was an adventurer I could take off at any moment. I went online and joined a free dating site. I didn’t understand why they allow men under 21 there but was getting a lot of hits from teens who wanted a nanny to go to the movie in the evening with. Since their moms are at work. Anyway, I couldn’t stay there more than a week, I even met with someone from there. He came on a bike and parked it outside of the restaurant. But was coming out to look if it was there every half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was the end of free dating, I was thinking that I better pay a little money to meet a decent guy with manners and job. I couldn’t believe my luck when I met couple guys after I joined the site and realized that it was totally different level. It was like something you feel going on an international business class flights after experiencing domestic ones. Yes, champagne and caviar.&lt;br /&gt;And high level assistance. Summer wasn’t hot and lonely anymore. I got to visit Alaska on a cruise and British Colombia as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-3917663026293879078?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/3917663026293879078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=3917663026293879078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/3917663026293879078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/3917663026293879078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-did-i-first-think-about-having.html' title='Why Did I First Think About Having A  Sugar Daddy'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/Sa7hZk9SUPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rRq4FRdcBJo/s72-c/sugar-daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-6305944567592767146</id><published>2009-02-19T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:12:23.750-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manipulate men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prince charming'/><title type='text'>Women’s Little Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SZ2ux5otQ1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/ASC6LqP8kMI/s1600-h/secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304588108420694866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SZ2ux5otQ1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/ASC6LqP8kMI/s400/secret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every woman of age 18 and older knows how to manipulate men. Beauty, intimacy, company and tears can be dangerous weapons in emotional- impulsive hands. Many beautiful women know that they are adored and worshiped and use that as much as they can. They can get anything that they desire. Rich men, successful men, handsome men- they are all at beautiful woman’s service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Company. Men cannot live without women even if they can’t coexist. Men have fun in men’s company, but nothing makes it more pleasurable and enjoyable than at least one woman around. Life does not go on without woman’s company in man’s life, there is no sunshine when she is not around. Women who know that use that as a weapon of manipulation to get whatever they want from men. Hmm … Yes, that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears, ah tears… Men afraid of tears as women of mice. Don’t know how to get a new brilliant stoned necklace you saw online and fell in love? Show it to your man and if he takes too much time thinking go on with this strategy. Tears accompanied with words like “You don’t love me”, “You say I can have anything that I want and here is something that I want” and etc. Something that will hit him right to his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left intimacy for the last because only inexperienced women use it when they want something. It is so wrong. If you do that stop right now. It will not bring anything good. He will leave you tomorrow. You will just lower your price and show that you have nothing else that that. Remember, there are many young and beautiful women, but only one Prince Charming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-6305944567592767146?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/6305944567592767146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=6305944567592767146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/6305944567592767146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/6305944567592767146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/02/womens-little-secrets.html' title='Women’s Little Secrets'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SZ2ux5otQ1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/ASC6LqP8kMI/s72-c/secret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-4150359794173537583</id><published>2009-02-13T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:39:02.382-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rich boyfriends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>How Young Women Survive In This Economy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SZW-BvWjFvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/CVI9BSZlArM/s1600-h/piggy_bank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302353073398814450" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SZW-BvWjFvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/CVI9BSZlArM/s400/piggy_bank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think the contemporary economy is not affecting young women, but you would be mistaken. I already got tired of my boyfriend complaining how much money he has lost on a wall street. Finally I had to tell him that I have no money to lose so I’m not worried and I don’t give a thing about wall street. He kept quiet and then said that he wont be able to buy me nice clothes, shoes for $300 and frequent vacations to Vegas. Oh, you can’t imagine how much I regretted for saying that I don’t’ care about wall street. Now I cared more than anyone on Wall street itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already planning my next shopping trip to the mall. I just realized I have nothing on my savings account and honestly I don’t even have a savings account. The idea of working on my own scares me, as I will not have time to have vacation whenever I want. I cannot tell my boyfriend to buy me another Tiffany ring or key chain. Too bad. Of course economy is affecting young women, especially the ones who had their rich boyfriends involved in all this economic crisis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-4150359794173537583?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/4150359794173537583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=4150359794173537583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/4150359794173537583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/4150359794173537583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-young-women-survive-in-this-economy.html' title='How Young Women Survive In This Economy'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SZW-BvWjFvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/CVI9BSZlArM/s72-c/piggy_bank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-400288034720007142</id><published>2009-02-12T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:52:02.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prince charming'/><title type='text'>Beauty  And The Beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SZSL1BcblfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/abKwGTNhR94/s1600-h/beauty-beast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302016404358927858" style="WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SZSL1BcblfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/abKwGTNhR94/s400/beauty-beast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are more beauties than beasts nowadays. All possible beasts are taken and there are only Prince Charming left. Who is better- Beast or Prince Charming? Isn’t that the same person? Ok, let’s look at it realistically. Beast will stay beast, and there is something behind this story. Women don’t like nice men, they crave beasts, adventures and they want to be afraid of their men so they can respect them. What is Prince Charming? He is just a nice guy next door. But Beast… He is the character and he is real man. Most of women prefer their beasts stay beast and never turn into prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many reasons for such a ridiculous woman nature but there is nothing we can do. Men say they have trouble understanding women, I’m sure women themselves don’t understand and don’t know what they really want. But one of the reasons women want their beasts stay beast is that they want to be beautiful all the time. Remember, women love changes in themselves- hair, style, nails, cars but their men should stay man all of the times. The beast has beautiful castle, servants, acres of land and garden where the red flower grows. What else a woman would want? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-400288034720007142?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/400288034720007142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=400288034720007142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/400288034720007142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/400288034720007142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/02/beauty-and-beast.html' title='Beauty  And The Beast'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SZSL1BcblfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/abKwGTNhR94/s72-c/beauty-beast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-7328990786283295086</id><published>2009-02-10T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:34:32.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man who smokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr stingy'/><title type='text'>What To Do If Your Man Smokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SZHy3ldohqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-DM8J98BBCQ/s1600-h/smoking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301285273154913954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SZHy3ldohqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-DM8J98BBCQ/s400/smoking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed a man? What about a man who smokes? Not a pleasant feeling, my face even got all wrinkly when I remembered that feeling. I knew a nicest person- caring, loving, always trying to help but he had only one vice. He used to smoke. Even when I made him brush his teeth, he would stink like a Mr. Stinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what to do if your significant other smokes? Especially the one you would better give long and passionate kisses. The best solution would be to leave him for good of course, but if you have at least little love for him you should try this first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Start smoking yourself. When you both smoke you don’t feel how other one stinks.&lt;br /&gt;2. Try to find him a nice hobby. Man with a lot of money will be interested in many hobbies like traveling, skydiving, paragliding or breeding dogs.&lt;br /&gt;3. Every time he takes out a cigarette and doesn’t smoke give him a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;4. Fill he pockets up with little love notes, mints and something else that will distract him.&lt;br /&gt;5. Visit the best restaurants. When a person stops smoking he suddenly tastes food, it seems more delicious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-7328990786283295086?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/7328990786283295086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=7328990786283295086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7328990786283295086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7328990786283295086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-to-do-if-your-man-smokes.html' title='What To Do If Your Man Smokes'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SZHy3ldohqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-DM8J98BBCQ/s72-c/smoking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-7182969688842786547</id><published>2009-02-06T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:23:39.692-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr right now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship exchange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no strings attached relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nsa'/><title type='text'>Your  Mr. Right Is My Mr. Left</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SYyAIhwkq9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/dQmtSwSgcQg/s1600-h/mr-right.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299751745497639890" style="WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SYyAIhwkq9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/dQmtSwSgcQg/s400/mr-right.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly it’s not hard to find men for relationship, it’s just hard to find the right one for particular relationship we are looking for. Women have changed a lot in the past 20 years. They are still women, but the roles and values are constantly changing. You would never think that any woman wants no strings attached relationship, everybody was looking for Mr. Right. Now there are more women looking for Mr. Right Now, rather than Mr. Right. So fast, no obligating relationships are right for some women. People constantly use and being used by others. Some even don’t think that way, it’s some kind of exchange relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I understand Mr. Right has many faces and can change depending on the demands of a particular woman. For me the perfect man is intelligent and kind, but he must be rich. For one of my girl friends he must be handsome and drive a sports car. But I don’t understand women who would love toothless, bald, old, ugly and broke men. It’s not a myth, I personally know one of them. So, does that mean that he is her Mr. Right or just a Mr. Right now? What for? To have some man experience? I always thought Mr. Right Now is tall, dark and handsome; for some fun nights and beneficial arrangements. The conclusion is that your Mr. Right is not necessarily my Mr. Right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-7182969688842786547?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/7182969688842786547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=7182969688842786547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7182969688842786547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7182969688842786547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/02/your-mr-right-is-my-mr-left.html' title='Your  Mr. Right Is My Mr. Left'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SYyAIhwkq9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/dQmtSwSgcQg/s72-c/mr-right.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-1551208172318388799</id><published>2009-02-05T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:37:56.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lying about age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liers'/><title type='text'>Do Women Lie About Their Age</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SYtqG6znGOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vaq2_oXlW3Q/s1600-h/women-lie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299446053629008098" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SYtqG6znGOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vaq2_oXlW3Q/s400/women-lie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. Some. Some don’t. I met Elena on my friend’s kid’s birthday party. She was in a bright blue set of wide leg pants and blouse. She was also wearing turquoise necklace and earrings. Generally, was very tasteful. I asked my friend before we were introduced to each other who was that beautiful woman. Family friend or family friend’s girl friend, doesn’t matter.&lt;br /&gt;I was intrigued, and didn’t hide it from my friend. She laughed and told me to wait until I see her close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost jumped. That much I was surprised. Have you experienced the feeling when you see a mesmerizing painting and you try to see it closer, so you can enjoy more but it all blurs up and looks ugly. Well, I had the same feeling. She probably had at least 10 skin lifts, the make up was think as alabaster in my walls and eyes were covered with dye too vulgar. All of a sudden I started thinking what a vulgar woman. I didn’t know why, maybe because she was going against the nature, trying to hide how she was aging. Here I am in my twenties and I’m single and here is this lady god knows how old, but she has definitely younger cavalier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most disappointing part of this story is that she lies about her age, she tells people she is in her thirties, even her gentleman doesn’t know her real age. Is he so easily fooled or he wants to be fooled? She definitely looks much younger when she is some reasonable distance away but the lie is so obvious. I start understanding many men who say that many women they meet online put younger age and then some madam shows up. Interesting. Would I do the same if I stay single until I’m 40?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-1551208172318388799?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/1551208172318388799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=1551208172318388799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/1551208172318388799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/1551208172318388799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-women-lie-about-their-age.html' title='Do Women Lie About Their Age'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SYtqG6znGOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vaq2_oXlW3Q/s72-c/women-lie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-699982479110200011</id><published>2009-01-28T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:38:32.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women being single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single life'/><title type='text'>Why To Be Single</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SYDQO5fRXLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6qHIdxV9cNY/s1600-h/single.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296462116156431538" style="WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SYDQO5fRXLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6qHIdxV9cNY/s400/single.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? So when the right guy comes along you could jump and say that you’re single. One of my friends gave me the best ever advice anybody has ever given me. He told me I have to leave the man I’m seeing now, as long as you dating someone you are far away from finding the right person for you. At the same time I know many men who stay with their not the best halves just for convenience. Don’t we all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been hard and single for me to part with my last bf as I didn’t have anything against him, just he wasn’t the right guy, or how they call Mr. Right. I started acting as my friend told me. When you are single you have more time for yourself and your personal needs. Also you are spiritually ready to meet new person and full of energy to get to know him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-699982479110200011?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/699982479110200011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=699982479110200011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/699982479110200011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/699982479110200011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-to-be-single.html' title='Why To Be Single'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SYDQO5fRXLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6qHIdxV9cNY/s72-c/single.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-364078911138913375</id><published>2009-01-26T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:47:30.759-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marrying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women being single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='millionaires'/><title type='text'>How To Be Single And Independent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SX4FCsxL3SI/AAAAAAAAAI0/anJyWnt_kkw/s1600-h/gorgeous-george.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295675755769617698" style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SX4FCsxL3SI/AAAAAAAAAI0/anJyWnt_kkw/s400/gorgeous-george.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes it’s hard for women to be single and at the same time independent. If you look many women depend on their parents, grandparents, later in life on their boy friends and husbands. Is it the society that makes it so difficult for woman to be independent or it’s in our genes that we are weak and always need to be protected. We just missed our chance for the first time in American history for a woman to be head of the country. Not strong enough? Not smart enough? Well, I don’t think so. Whatever is done is done, and even this inauguration was very special as first half black became a president. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always doubt whether to be independent my own hard way or just find my fortune with a rich man and fly away to Hawaii. The second choice sounds more easier and sweeter but it excludes my goal to be independent. For some women who doesn’t know any other methods of making money rather than marrying some millionaire and then divorcing him there wouldn’t be other options. Not for me. I want to find a millionaire or just an average rich guy who will send me to the best university, maybe in Hawaii and then marry me. So I will benefit in any situation. I will have a good career that will bring me good money and if I divorce him I’ll have half of whatever he owns. Not a bad plan, isn’t it? Now let me see which one of four men I am getting to know now is the best candidate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-364078911138913375?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/364078911138913375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=364078911138913375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/364078911138913375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/364078911138913375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-to-be-single-and-independent.html' title='How To Be Single And Independent'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SX4FCsxL3SI/AAAAAAAAAI0/anJyWnt_kkw/s72-c/gorgeous-george.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-7071511947810541985</id><published>2009-01-22T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:12:38.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single life'/><title type='text'>Single And Available</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SXio-CTRJyI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3jMFjCm38U0/s1600-h/women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294167145697060642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SXio-CTRJyI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3jMFjCm38U0/s400/women.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet. However four men I’m dating now wouldn’t agree with me. Each of them thinks he is the only man in my life. Honestly I didn’t plan this situation. It just happened. I found new one before I got rid of old one. So… they kind of piling up. So far four only. But hey, when I walk down the street all men hope that I’m single and available. What can I do? I just don’t want to hurt their little hearts. Oh, about little hearts. I’m expecting big gifts for Valentine’s day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was driving to the mall today to do my regular shopatherapy and saw such a handsome man behind his wheel, but I didn’t care he was driving Honda (as usually I don’t bother looking at those men) and slowed down so he sees me. Since it was quite chilly my windows were down so were his. For a second I saw him looking at me and smiling. Then I saw him talking. I almost crushed at the lady in front of me. I wanted to respond to cute mysterious man. Next minute I saw him still talking. I was confused. What’s going on? He was looking at me and talking then he wasn’t looking at me any longer but still was talking. Is he weirdo? No, he doesn’t look like one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I parked and waited by the vending machines pretending I was buying a soda. While my real mission by the vending machines was to wait for him and give him a real chance to talk to me. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw him coming. He was still talking, but now I could see the little Bluetooth on his right ear. Stupid. Why didn’t I think about that device earlier?! I let myself look like a dinosaur today! I hate when technology is ahead of me or when nobody informs me. Anyway, I’m still single when someone new and fresh comes along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-7071511947810541985?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/7071511947810541985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=7071511947810541985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7071511947810541985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7071511947810541985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/01/single-and-available.html' title='Single And Available'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SXio-CTRJyI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3jMFjCm38U0/s72-c/women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-8406217489065402891</id><published>2009-01-19T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:42:40.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single women'/><title type='text'>Obama’s  New Year Resolution- No Single Women By 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SXTlr3hw7LI/AAAAAAAAAIk/utbgD9me9CU/s1600-h/single-women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293108003869879474" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SXTlr3hw7LI/AAAAAAAAAIk/utbgD9me9CU/s400/single-women.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s not true and real, but hey, did anybody think about single women problem on a white house level? Ever? No! And I think it’ not fair. Creating good opportunities for dating and building new families would be the best use on our tax money, don’t you think so? The society would profit from that as well. In what sense? In the sense that when women are not single the productivity grows, less injuries on work places, more women quit smoking leading to less gum diseases and lung cancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think all single women should come together and create a some kind of NPO to fight against single women in US as well as worldwide. The relation between women emancipation and the level of single women in US is interchangeable. Women being independent less need men or they work too hard and one day they wake up in their forties and nobody needs them anymore. Few hardworking women know that you can be independent and at the same time let the man know that you need him. That is the key to success with men, as they tend to get lost when they feel that a woman doesn’t need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we will all hope and pray for Obama and white house to work on that vital problem as it has increased drastically in the past few years. I suspect it was this whole economic crisis but what about the years before? So let’s work on that folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-8406217489065402891?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/8406217489065402891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=8406217489065402891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/8406217489065402891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/8406217489065402891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/01/obamas-new-year-resolution-no-single.html' title='Obama’s  New Year Resolution- No Single Women By 2010'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SXTlr3hw7LI/AAAAAAAAAIk/utbgD9me9CU/s72-c/single-women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-5217330394494182897</id><published>2009-01-09T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:34:57.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><title type='text'>Football   Season   Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SWemoBpKQsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DGZVqaAUyr0/s1600-h/football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289379493935989442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SWemoBpKQsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DGZVqaAUyr0/s400/football.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try to compromise. Especially if a man is nice to me. But last Saturday evening I had to spend watching football only because I’m so nice.&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t like those bars full of noise and smoke. And whistling and yelling and the whole contingent around me. So I had to put up with that only because right before going there I made him go shopping to the mall with me.&lt;br /&gt;And of course he bought some nice things for me. I guess I had to pay for those nice things. But the price was too high. Next time I would prefer to go shopping with my girl-friends (with his credit card) and he goes to his bars with his male friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can deal with anything but not football. I just don’t understand that cruel game and refuse to watch it. Not that I’m too girly girl and sensitive, no, it’s just too boring. By the end of the game I said that if it was up to me I would give each player a personal ball so that they don’t have to crush each other over the ONLY ONE ball. It seemed like the whole bar turned over to me and looked at me in a silence as if I was blonde. I’m not blonde and I didn’t say that just because I thought it would make game more interesting, I just don’t like violence. Also I believe my bf misses down to earth pleasures and entertainment of simple folks but I’m waiting for the end of the season to go to operas and ballets again. Some cruise would be nice too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-5217330394494182897?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/5217330394494182897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=5217330394494182897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/5217330394494182897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/5217330394494182897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2009/01/football-season-again.html' title='Football   Season   Again!'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SWemoBpKQsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DGZVqaAUyr0/s72-c/football.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-4110324652609877848</id><published>2008-12-30T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:53:14.018-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SVqXeKouO0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/gs93rVIOBEs/s1600-h/happy+new+year+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285703657179724610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SVqXeKouO0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/gs93rVIOBEs/s400/happy+new+year+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coming year is significantly happy for me because I’m planning on going to my home country. My parents, friends and of course my favorite men.&lt;br /&gt;Smile. It takes almost 30 hours to get there, first either London or Frankfurt or Istanbul. I think the best airlines are English or German, I still hesitate taking Turkish or Russian.&lt;br /&gt;I have to mention that last time I flew with British airways the service was terrible. The only thing I ask for was water and it came on a third time I asked and after couple hours. It stopped me from tipping them.&lt;br /&gt;Going away somewhere is always nice, especially if your bf travels more than many stewardesses. I believe a woman should never be alone, especially young woman. You never know what can happen while you are earning your double points for mileage you are doing on the air.&lt;br /&gt;So happy New Year everybody and with me luck to find nice man in 2009! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-4110324652609877848?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/4110324652609877848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=4110324652609877848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/4110324652609877848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/4110324652609877848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SVqXeKouO0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/gs93rVIOBEs/s72-c/happy+new+year+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-4309724966436240412</id><published>2008-12-17T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:43:07.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Do Something Good Before The Year Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SUljS5zf3OI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hl_ztjaF3Sk/s1600-h/jiminy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280861214474231010" style="WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SUljS5zf3OI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hl_ztjaF3Sk/s400/jiminy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like give your girlfriend those damn flowers she wanted to get for a year. If you don’t have a girlfriend- get one. As for women I think this year please, don’t give yourself promises that you will not keep- like going to the gym the first day of the year and which will last a day only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all so quick to make plans for the new year, beginning from the first day. At the same time we have to remember to choose achievable goals so we don’t get frustrated and leave whatever we were going to do and jump onto another task, later leaving it done half way.&lt;br /&gt;This year I have a special mission to do before the year ends, but not starting at the beginning of a new one as every year. I have many friends I haven’t seen for a long time and they might think they are forgotten, but it’s not true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already made a list of people I will visit and places I will go. No, it’s not Hawaii or Bahamas. When I worked in a nursing home I’ve met a very nice woman who had nobody in this entire world. She would sit by the window and wait for her daughter who left her and never came back. Rose used to say that her daughter is very busy with work or give some other excuses.&lt;br /&gt;Rose is on the top of my list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-4309724966436240412?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/4309724966436240412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=4309724966436240412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/4309724966436240412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/4309724966436240412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-something-good-before-year-ends.html' title='Do Something Good Before The Year Ends'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SUljS5zf3OI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hl_ztjaF3Sk/s72-c/jiminy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-4846499678529405805</id><published>2008-12-14T19:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:55:38.925-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>What To Do If You Don’t Celebrate Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SUXVID7kGmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/C6uGq_8oN0g/s1600-h/lonely_tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279860472632580706" style="WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SUXVID7kGmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/C6uGq_8oN0g/s400/lonely_tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t, because it’s not my religious holiday. Most people in Kyrgyzstan are Muslim and my bf is Jewish, his mom being from Jerusalem and father from Poland. But we do exchange gifts. I don’t know why. Every day is a gift with him, but on Christmas everybody give each other gifts, and I feel obliged to give gifts to my friends when they do it. So, living here in US for almost 3 Christmases I realized that Christmas does not care who you are, where you’re from, what color is your skin- you got to be happy and exchange gifts. I like it, I feel blended in the local culture and don’t feel a stranger anymore. Just one questions remains- I don’t have to change my religion, do I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-4846499678529405805?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/4846499678529405805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=4846499678529405805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/4846499678529405805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/4846499678529405805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-to-do-if-you-dont-celebrate.html' title='What To Do If You Don’t Celebrate Christmas'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SUXVID7kGmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/C6uGq_8oN0g/s72-c/lonely_tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-4679809659472997363</id><published>2008-12-09T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:25:24.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='understanding women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training a man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>How To Make A Man Do Everything You Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/ST8DKfiZDxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8ytxfHecpMQ/s1600-h/man-being-trained.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277940767100833554" style="WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/ST8DKfiZDxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8ytxfHecpMQ/s400/man-being-trained.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read a very interesting article on when and how to make your man do whatever you want and decided to share it with women who don’t know it yet. Even if they know, it’s just a reminder. I’ll print it and read it once in a while too, just to remember how to train my man. It might be very useful for women who are dating, looking for a date, just got married or planning on getting married. For those who have been married for a long time the author says it might be too late, hence the time is wasted and your husband has already gotten used to the rules and might appear too stiff to be trained. According to that article the honeymoon is the best time to start training your husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training, as I understood is not offending at all, and shouldn’t be to the men who will read this. Why? Just because the woman is the one who is responsible for the family. Just because nature programmed men in a way that they should be going hunting, making great scientific and geographical discoveries, go to war and die to win them. So women are the ones who create the family and they can have the right to choose the man, to love him, to train him and if he is good- live with him. Imagine you’re working with clay and while it’s new, wet and soft- you can make any shapes, but when it dries up forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some women wonder after 10 years of living together and trying to change him just not working. “I’ve been living with you ten years and you've never given me flowers and never bought me gifts!” and the husband honestly says “But you never told me you liked flowers and wanted gifts!” and he is right! He's just one of the millions of husbands that are not trained. You can get anything you ever wanted in your honeymoon, while his love is still hot, not that it will cool down later but it will become a habit. And we have to cultivate good habits like taking care of you, bringing you flowers, cleaning after himself, buying you gifts at least once a month and very expensive ones every 6 months. You can make your own list and he will do it all. How? Just give him hints, make sad faces and in the cases when your man is super dumb- tell him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-4679809659472997363?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/4679809659472997363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=4679809659472997363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/4679809659472997363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/4679809659472997363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-to-make-man-do-everything-you-want.html' title='How To Make A Man Do Everything You Want'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/ST8DKfiZDxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8ytxfHecpMQ/s72-c/man-being-trained.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-2666185356768705981</id><published>2008-12-08T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:44:17.368-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handsome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wealthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prince charming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Find A Man'/><title type='text'>How To Get The Best Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/ST3rr99Sh2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZR2L1En--f0/s1600-h/man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277633478946621282" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/ST3rr99Sh2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZR2L1En--f0/s400/man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every girl dreams of  prince charming on his white horse and castle in the downtown of Wonderland. He should be young, handsome, wealthy, strong, smart, love her princess to death and very forgiving of her little whims. You don’t have enough fingers on your both hands to count the criteria. Ok, then you want it all but what do you have to give back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately most or all women will say “Myself!”. Wouldn’t it be too little?! There are millions of women like you- young, beautiful and single. Millions of young women have very soft skin, long legs, beautiful eyes. But the prince Charming cannot fall on a first beauty, he can afford to choose. So, why he specifically choose you? What differs you from other beautiful women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty without the skills to offer is worth nothing because it will fade over time. The most important is individuality. Beauties from fabric are very popular, but as mistresses and not as wives. And they are changed pretty often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-2666185356768705981?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/2666185356768705981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=2666185356768705981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2666185356768705981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2666185356768705981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-to-get-best-man.html' title='How To Get The Best Man'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/ST3rr99Sh2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZR2L1En--f0/s72-c/man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-7313788702854710862</id><published>2008-12-07T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T07:16:51.099-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Harm Of Emotional Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STxegaF-iiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/sH_4h0xC2dI/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277196774224595490" style="WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STxegaF-iiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/sH_4h0xC2dI/s400/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been a big fan of those “feminine” novels and soap operas full of emotional love. Pure emotional love - is a lie. Then, what about Romeo and Juliette? Shakespeare was a genius, he knew the maze of human souls. He knew that great emotional love of Romeo and Juliette wouldn’t survive, so a tragic end actually was a happy end. Only thanks to that end did we have an etalon of ideal love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s imagine a different ending to that story. They got married and lived together up to the age of 50. How would their relationship look like then? I bet less romantic! Juliette, the mother of a big family would be unhappy from the lack of money to support the family. Romeo would be visiting younger ladies and drink to forget his unhappy family life. The other version is Romeo suffering from Juliette’s cheating on him because she is disappointed in him and seeks comfort with another man. Maybe they just don’t love each other anymore and filed for divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone experiences that type of big, emotional love- sooner or later (some months or max a year) time will come to pay for that. Any psychologist would tell us not to trust emotions- good or bad. Not to trust when we just met our love or parting. Anyone would agree with me that emotions and adjective are way more expressive when people divorce rather than marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the reason that emotion love is only temporarily? Why it doesn’t last long? The reason is that when we experience emotional love we love only ourselves, and the partner is only secondary. All of us just in need to feed our Ego. We are just using other people as a tool to bring us love to ourselves. No, we love ourselves all the time, just from time to time we need to see it in the mirror. It took me 6 years to understand that. For some it takes eternity and for others never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-7313788702854710862?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/7313788702854710862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=7313788702854710862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7313788702854710862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7313788702854710862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/12/harm-of-emotional-love.html' title='Harm Of Emotional Love'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STxegaF-iiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/sH_4h0xC2dI/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-2053898763722864081</id><published>2008-12-06T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T07:24:35.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating in a relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affair'/><title type='text'>In Love With Two Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STstscVNwaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/C4dHUP0Ab5I/s1600-h/two_men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276861629937336738" style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STstscVNwaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/C4dHUP0Ab5I/s400/two_men.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the hardest periods in my life. Thankfully it continued not for long, only a year. I couldn’t let go of either one. One used to work in the KGB and he could find out any time about me cheating on him. He was able to find any files about anyone’s personal life, but I was a tough nut to crack. The strange thing is I didn’t consider it cheating because I loved him too. I loved both of them. My other boyfriend knew I had an old one and was patiently waiting for my farewell with the old one. As I said earlier, it all continued around a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rotating week-end dates, lies about getting sick or my relative getting sick, extra days work, business trips just exhausted me completely. There has been many times when I was almost got caught telling a lie. My heart would go down to my feet before I would say the truth and stop myself on time. All my friends and girl friends were informed and I don’t think they were proud of me. They loved my boyfriend and were in a dead end as well when they met the new one. Both of them were very good-looking, charming personality and so kind and nice to me. Finally they understood me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go to the store with a budget of $100 and there are two dresses that cost $100 each and you like both of them, you cannot keep trying them. You have to make a choice and buy only one. I had put one on another and trying to steal one dress from the store. And it wasn’t nice at all. My pride and human sense wouldn’t allow me to do that. I was just walking around in the store. The situation resolved without me making the choice. Old, almost dying parent of my new boyfriend called him and made him promise to marry a friend of family’s daughter. So he moved away from the city and I regained my peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-2053898763722864081?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/2053898763722864081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=2053898763722864081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2053898763722864081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2053898763722864081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-love-with-two-men.html' title='In Love With Two Men'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STstscVNwaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/C4dHUP0Ab5I/s72-c/two_men.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-629584052362340030</id><published>2008-12-05T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T07:32:51.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ending a relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared of commitment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commitment'/><title type='text'>How To Break Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STnZ9soFEvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YrpwmpiewnI/s1600-h/relationship_issues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276488092415759090" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STnZ9soFEvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YrpwmpiewnI/s400/relationship_issues.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know, but I’m trying. Every time I think I got rid of him he appears again and it all starts all over. Usually he gives me a month break. Then he comes and tells me that he loves me, gives me flowers and sweeter kisses. I just don’t know how to end it. Never had that problem. The worst thing is that we are compatible in many levels : communication, role division, trust, emotions, interests, education and many tastes. The only problem is - he is afraid of commitment. I had many boyfriends who were afraid of commitment, but the other good half was normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I already had broken up with him 3 times. If only he wasn’t afraid of commitment we wouldn’t break up, or not so often at least. I just went to the North to find some good men, as soon as I came back he was waiting for me. We are meeting for dinner on my next day-off, he doesn’t know, but it will be our last dinner together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very good friend told me I won’t find my Mr. Right while I’m still with Mr. Wrong. He is not even a Mr. Wrong, he is Mr. Scared of Commitment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-629584052362340030?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/629584052362340030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=629584052362340030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/629584052362340030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/629584052362340030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-to-break-up.html' title='How To Break Up'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STnZ9soFEvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YrpwmpiewnI/s72-c/relationship_issues.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-5282889991998450756</id><published>2008-12-04T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:02:51.270-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men friends'/><title type='text'>Can Friendship Exist Between Men And Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STinxSM1fWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/L0t--mDy5KU/s1600-h/man_woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276151428605640034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STinxSM1fWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/L0t--mDy5KU/s400/man_woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many might say no but if you think about it, it does make sense. Do men like knitting, shopping and just doing nothing? Usually no but I have a male friend whom I can rely on for anything and I know he will be there for me. My ex-husband was very jealous of our chats over some sweets and a cup of tea in our kitchen. We could talk for hours and hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex was not only jealous, but he didn’t believe there can be a real friendship between men and women. One day he came home and said he is in a big trouble at work and he needs a big amount of money in 24 hours. I had no idea what to do, where to get the money. I called my friend, he tried to comfort me that everything will be ok. I heard knocking at our door early next morning. There was my friend, he had red eyes. He looked like he didn’t sleep all night. The only thing he said was “Here is the money”. I was shocked. I knew he was a real friend, but where did he get the money? As I found out later he went through all his friends and all possible ways to find that money for my ex to save my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most shocking thing was that my ex made up everything and he didn’t need any money, the whole plan was just to test how much my friend would do for me. Our friendship was purely platonic and nothing that would go beyond that. Even after the divorce we stayed the same way. Honestly, I didn’t want to change anything because we were great friends and soul mates, but an actual relationship would ruin that and friendship means me more than any kind of relationship. Later I would joke that if I get married again he would be my made of honor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-5282889991998450756?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/5282889991998450756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=5282889991998450756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/5282889991998450756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/5282889991998450756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/12/can-there-friendship-between-men-and.html' title='Can Friendship Exist Between Men And Women'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STinxSM1fWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/L0t--mDy5KU/s72-c/man_woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-7501052183539640439</id><published>2008-12-03T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:45:44.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mature men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating older men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='younger women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='older men'/><title type='text'>Why Young Women Love To Date Older Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STc4Gk7pd0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/s6sTjSw7FJU/s1600-h/young_women_older_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275747174132053826" style="WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STc4Gk7pd0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/s6sTjSw7FJU/s400/young_women_older_man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been millions of discussions on this topic and still it seems there is no answer. Why? Because there is always a new generation of young women and older men. So now they want to know and the eternal question arises again. There are many answers to it. One of them would be the maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically and mentally women mature earlier, thus the difference between the two genders. Older men and younger women understand each other much better than mates. If you ever saw children playing in the playground girls always play role games in the house pretending to be moms and visiting each other while boys are busy with cars and running around. Girls are ahead learning about family structure and how to take care of everybody. By the time girls graduate from the universities boys are still thinking what they are going to be when they will grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No woman likes when a man doesn’t know what to say in social circles, doesn’t know that she needs flowers for any occasion and doesn’t give little happy gifts. By the time a man learns those skills a woman gets 10-15 years older than him and usually because of him. As a young married woman I felt deprived many times. My young husband didn’t know I needed more than just great intimate relationships. I wanted him to introduce me to something new, something I didn’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exploring new things together was great, but he was still behind me in many aspects. Our conversations wouldn’t go out of our kitchen. Older men know a lot usually and young men can know a lot too, but it’s so hard to find them. Maybe they hide in the libraries? Money problems always sounds  like a shallow topic to mention, but usually men by their 40th have decent jobs and better lifestyles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-7501052183539640439?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/7501052183539640439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=7501052183539640439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7501052183539640439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7501052183539640439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-young-women-love-to-date-older-men.html' title='Why Young Women Love To Date Older Men'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STc4Gk7pd0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/s6sTjSw7FJU/s72-c/young_women_older_man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-398204246898276303</id><published>2008-12-02T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:56:33.553-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='own mistakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Who Should Decide Your Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STXbWfQ7uCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jmGFh3eoWTM/s1600-h/LookintoCrystalBall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275363717930530850" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STXbWfQ7uCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jmGFh3eoWTM/s400/LookintoCrystalBall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the good old days, everybody is concerned why I'm still single especially my father who thinks I will get old and nobody will ever marry me and I will live with them forever. It’s a good idea, a daughter who cleans, cooks and takes care of the house and everybody in it. But still he was persistent with the idea to find me a husband even though my mom wasn’t that much concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think any parent in any culture other than mine would bring his friend’s son and lock him in a room with his daughter on their first date. I don’t remember seeing this lanky, face full of pimples “fiancé” before. “Hi” he said after forever lasting silence. “If you think you are going to marry me, the answer is No! I don’t like you. I want to marry someone I know and someone I love and don’t even try to argue!” After that he was harmless. I don’t think it was his initiative to come and see me and he definitely wasn’t ready to start a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that when our parents come in to ask us out we will just sit and tell them that we didn’t like each other and if they want we can be friends, but we had different interests to be husband and wife. “Why do you have to have similar interests? One of you has to be a wife and the other a husband!” our fathers were surprised. They meant I have to stay in the kitchen and he will work and support myself and our kids. I keep asking the heavens when it will be over. When finally will we be able to find our husbands and wives by ourselves. Hope that day is not that far, so we will be responsible for our own mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-398204246898276303?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/398204246898276303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=398204246898276303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/398204246898276303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/398204246898276303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-in-good-old-times-everybody-is.html' title='Who Should Decide Your Future'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STXbWfQ7uCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jmGFh3eoWTM/s72-c/LookintoCrystalBall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-1258051143680080795</id><published>2008-12-01T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:56:37.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Perfect Gift For  Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STSVvAHTrHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5I4tJ_YZZp0/s1600-h/GIFTS-FOR-HIM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275005698274733170" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STSVvAHTrHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5I4tJ_YZZp0/s400/GIFTS-FOR-HIM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the stress of the holidays and you have to get thousands of gifts for all your loved ones, your friends, neighbors, teachers and coworkers. But the most important gift is always the hardest to find for him. Generally it’s so hard to find gifts for men. They have everything and they don’t need much. Women on the other hand seem to constantly need of all those big and little things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s not that hard to find presents for women. Since the world is all commercialized now, it puts pressure on all women what to buy for everybody. I wouldn’t go as far as buying a present for him, I prefer to make it myself. Isn’t that the whole idea of Christmas? To desire something from your heart and create it with your hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I might need some art craft kit, but I stopped when I saw my friend knitting a pullover for her husband. Ok, what do you have together? Good memories, lizard pet, love for tennis, couple trips. So now I find myself questioning what I can come up with. I really want to make it with my hands, like the times when I was a little girl and didn’t have money to buy a good gift for my mom. At that time I wanted to buy French perfume, a beautiful dress, pearls, all the nice things. Now that I can afford it, I have realized that my little gifts were more valuable in a sentimental sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we will live our lives I would want him to remember my little gift. The secret of the present will be revealed on the 25th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-1258051143680080795?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/1258051143680080795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=1258051143680080795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/1258051143680080795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/1258051143680080795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/12/perfect-gift-for-him.html' title='Perfect Gift For  Him'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STSVvAHTrHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5I4tJ_YZZp0/s72-c/GIFTS-FOR-HIM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-2652141184545536733</id><published>2008-11-30T09:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:06:33.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>When The Lights Go Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STLQQ7LLiYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/95r6XXHl21M/s1600-h/Cirque-du-Soleil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274507102785341826" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STLQQ7LLiYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/95r6XXHl21M/s400/Cirque-du-Soleil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The circus begins. Corteo. It was a wonderful experience. The feeling of sublimation will keep me on my toes for a long time at least for a month. I will remember the performance forever. I have never thought the circus can be so exciting. I always used to love opera and ballet. I was sitting with my mouth opened and sometimes eyes closed when acrobats were jumping with the ropes. There are not enough words to describe how great it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the exciting moments was when my love held my hand and whispered that he loves me into my ears. Each performance of acrobats was telling a love story. When a ladder dancer was balancing himself on a two legged ladder trying to reach for the angel who was watching him from above, isn’t that love? Finally he reaches her and she takes him with herself to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giant, little people, mysterious village people come to the Dead Clown’s funeral. His four former loves in life dance on the chandeliers that hang above his bed. The dance is graceful and full of love. Or is it me who sees love everywhere? At least next to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-2652141184545536733?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/2652141184545536733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=2652141184545536733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2652141184545536733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2652141184545536733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-lights-go-down.html' title='When The Lights Go Down'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STLQQ7LLiYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/95r6XXHl21M/s72-c/Cirque-du-Soleil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-3031383262230126553</id><published>2008-11-29T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:10:14.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>How To Find Love When You Are Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STHh7VAfN5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/PYHTFzm3t8s/s1600-h/sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274245047995283346" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STHh7VAfN5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/PYHTFzm3t8s/s400/sick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here I am with my stuffy nose and big head looking for some humanity from people in white gowns. “It’s a bacterial influenza and if you take these antibiotics and do all my orders- you’re going to be fine in just a week.” He prescribed four tablets for me to take. Only four tablets which I will have to take two days.  Are you kidding me?! I’ve been sick almost two weeks and that is all you can give me?! Four tablets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very confused and I guess I wanted some more attention rather than just a piece of paper. Some would say it’s not the right time to flirt when you are having the flu and don’t really fully understand what is going on. Not me. I take total responsibility for my actions committed in Jackson hospital in Miami on these cold stuffy evenings. I went there during the day, of course. Just wanted to make it look more romantic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This young doctor was from Cyprus and surprisingly knew a lot about my culture and country. Hard to be sweet and flirt in my condition but you have to do whatever it takes to find your love or just a date for next Friday evening. “Oh, really? I don’t think so. I’ve been so sick that antibiotics are not the only thing I need to get better at the moment.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you don’t have to do anything but watch. Don’t stare at him with those red, blurry eyes- try to make them at least a little bit sexy. He said he has to go and check his schedule and was back in less than one minute. He said Friday he was working the night shift but Saturday evening he was absolutely free. “Well, I guess it worked for me.”, I said slowly. Since it was Thursday I had two days to get better taking those pills he gave me. Two days exactly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-3031383262230126553?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/3031383262230126553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=3031383262230126553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/3031383262230126553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/3031383262230126553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-to-find-love-when-you-are-sick.html' title='How To Find Love When You Are Sick'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STHh7VAfN5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/PYHTFzm3t8s/s72-c/sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-116647207021292527</id><published>2008-11-28T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:19:55.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><title type='text'>Pioneers Of Online Dating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STC1XyQqA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/4gAITR3QxMw/s1600-h/Discovery-Globe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273914583884104514" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STC1XyQqA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/4gAITR3QxMw/s400/Discovery-Globe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the boom of online dating in the 90s I didn’t stay aside of the picture. I had to find a virtual boyfriend, date him, fall in love with him and marry him. Anyway, it wasn’t that hard. I posted my picture and wrote some basics about me and started receiving letters from members of the opposite sex. One of the two keys to get a lot of responses as I learned was to take a good picture with a smiling face and write good and positive things about yourself. I just couldn’t remember any negative things about myself. At least at that moment. Who cares, good impression was my priority. Anyway, I met a very sweet guy from Turkey, who originally was from Kazakhstan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was doing his Masters there and was missing his home, friends and needed a nice girl like me to talk to on a lonely evening. We exchanged letters almost every day, chatted on weekends and he used to call me every two weeks. After six months we knew each other better than my friends I have spent years with. He wrote about his love in a poem I still keep in my mind. Sweet seventeen…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A year passes by and he visits me in my country during his summer vacation. It was my most romantic date I ever had. Until now. Are all women like this or only me? I say that one day I’ll be eighty something and sitting on my terrace and watching the sunset and remembering my most romantic date I have ever had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My city. I didn’t recognize it, I just couldn’t. I was flying on the same streets I used to take a walk on. I couldn’t consume any food, I had to chew it and I didn’t have time for that. I was just sipping juice. And love. Those two things kept me on my feet or wings. The rose he gave me was the most tender thing my lips ever touched. Oh, about lips. The kiss he gave me made me lose my consciousness and the law of gravity wasn’t working on me. There is at least one man in each woman’s life that she regrets letting go of. He is the one in mine. When it was just too much of happiness I just couldn’t take it and maybe will think about it sitting on my terrace years later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-116647207021292527?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/116647207021292527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=116647207021292527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/116647207021292527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/116647207021292527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/11/pioneers-of-online-dating.html' title='Pioneers Of Online Dating'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/STC1XyQqA0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/4gAITR3QxMw/s72-c/Discovery-Globe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-7623056027132226165</id><published>2008-11-26T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:17:20.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Keys To Successful Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SS3036F7XRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/O4UNNX4S6ek/s1600-h/relationship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273139980044819730" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SS3036F7XRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/O4UNNX4S6ek/s400/relationship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love. It can be the reason you are in relationship, but it also can be one of the reasons of breaking up. How come? Easily. The consequences of love are tremendous and devastating. Jealousy is the biggest reason of dramas, tragedies and sometimes even divorce. To keep love and be in happy, peaceful and successful relationship I just decided to share with my experience. However, not so many people learn from other’s mistakes, in order to learn and remember you have to make that mistake yourself. Still I hope there are really smart people who will think twice and remember my tips before doing or saying something that could cause irreversible effects and hurt loved one’s heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Give space to each other. It will help to keep the feeling of missing each other all the time.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do not forget to thank him/her for the things they do for you or towards the relationship and well being of two of you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pay attention to details. Perfection is not achievable goal, but we are not pursuing it. Just as making sure that he has hot coffee while he is working or she has her favourite chocolate in one of the kitchen drawers is a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;Love itself builds on non-forgettable details. So let’s work on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Distinguish roles in your relationship. Let him be a man and enjoy being woman yourself. Or other way around. Being a woman has it’s own advantages and every woman discovers it around the age of 14-16. Some women forget about that and start to control a man, which doesn’t lead anywhere. When men try to control, I just say simple “Ok”, let him enjoy his patriarchal role and do my own way. And everybody is happy.&lt;br /&gt;5. Always be honest. Trust him/her and do not let other people to get involved in your personal life and ruin it. If you stop trusting him/her try to talk or move on. Just be honest with yourself first.&lt;br /&gt;6. Respect each other. His/her friends, family and their lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;7. Money issue is one of the biggest cause of conflicts. The ways how person spends the money he has earned can gain him respect or contrary. Unfortunately we live in a materialistic world and everything costs money, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-7623056027132226165?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/7623056027132226165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=7623056027132226165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7623056027132226165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7623056027132226165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/11/keys-to-successful-relationship.html' title='The Keys To Successful Relationship'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SS3036F7XRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/O4UNNX4S6ek/s72-c/relationship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-1953279614117400340</id><published>2008-11-25T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:29:56.429-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>How To Spend Thanksgiving If You Are Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SSyl8szE5ZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/IHUVEOqj_I0/s1600-h/turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272771725980132754" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SSyl8szE5ZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/IHUVEOqj_I0/s400/turkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason we celebrate Thanksgiving goes back to the ship “Mayflower” and the people who came on it. I came to this country two years ago on a British airways plane. I bet tickets at the time of the Mayflower were much cheaper than British airline’s. Anyway, since I live here now I feel I’m obliged to celebrate Thanksgiving. I have my own stuff to thank god for such as the people in my life but the problem is I’m alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I purchased tickets to Oregon and from there to Montana. Might not be the best idea at the end of November to be buying tickets but I heard when it’s cold people want to be close to each other (physically) and all kinds of warm feelings. Being such an adventurer and always looking for love I cannot miss such an opportunity this coming winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post my whole report after I hunt for some tough men in cold places.&lt;br /&gt;So watch out, men!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-1953279614117400340?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/1953279614117400340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=1953279614117400340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/1953279614117400340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/1953279614117400340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-to-spend-thanksgiving-if-you-are.html' title='How To Spend Thanksgiving If You Are Alone'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SSyl8szE5ZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/IHUVEOqj_I0/s72-c/turkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-2337312535110872661</id><published>2008-11-24T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:27:51.560-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interracial Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Interracial Dating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SStUlNJyc5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/uwPfsPESvfk/s1600-h/interracial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272400786929906578" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SStUlNJyc5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/uwPfsPESvfk/s400/interracial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say it all depends on the location. I don’t think you will encounter such a thing in let’s say Alabama as often as in South Florida or some other metropolitan areas. I was one of the people being charmed by exotic men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time they find me exotic as well. Not so many Asian people around here. I just can’t help preferring mulatto men. They are so handsome, well-built and passionate lovers. At least the ones I have met. I had no boring moment with 2 men I dated in a period of a year. Each of them have introduced me to the things I didn’t know before. New drinks, food, entertainment and different system of values. I felt how free spirited my men were and I started feeling the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately interracial dating can face it’s dead end when the family, community you live in and friends influence you more than 50% of your decisions. Some people give up so easily on the way to the happiness, and I wasn’t one of them. You get confused when you don’t know what you want- I knew. I just wanted to be happy. If a person can make me happy, other factors like age, race, nationality and religion do not make any difference to me. Time was passing by and I guess I had my own expectations according to my own culture, maybe I was expecting being kidnapped and married. Nothing was happening. My man was passionate, caring, loving but didn’t want to kidnap me. In other words to marry me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all my defense I was building against the society didn’t have to be used. I realized that my black men were scared to death of the commitment as any other white or Asian men. So that proved me that there is no difference between men at least. They are all afraid of the ring that will chain them to one single woman, kids, meeting parents and speaking publicly. In a closing I have to admit that there are no any specific tips how to date outside of your race, culture and street. Just be yourself and one day you will find someone who loves you just for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-2337312535110872661?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/2337312535110872661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=2337312535110872661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2337312535110872661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2337312535110872661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/11/interracial-dating.html' title='Interracial Dating'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SStUlNJyc5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/uwPfsPESvfk/s72-c/interracial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-1986506471972385948</id><published>2008-11-20T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T06:41:08.509-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><title type='text'>Hidden Skeletons On The Skeletons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SSYzHWZYVVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/m_sY_zuRWyY/s1600-h/police.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270956615247877458" style="WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SSYzHWZYVVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/m_sY_zuRWyY/s400/police.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating a police officer is not an easy thing I would say. First of all his day starts at 4 o’clock in the morning, while I go to bed an hour later. I cried on our first date. Why? Because he took me to the movie about firefighters who died on 9/11 in New York. It was a great movie, but not on a first date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple weeks later I took him to Bodies Exhibition. I was studying human anatomy at that time so wanted to combine pleasure and use. So I had my revenge. Can’t say that our dates were full of romance and love flying in the air. The other way round, they seemed dry and dull. I wasn’t expecting the greatest entertainment in the world from him, maybe some cop jokes.&lt;br /&gt;I remember one of them. Radio station. Dj is talking: “Now we are starting our evening show and the first song “Come together” is devoted to our dear police officers, which in their language means “jump in the back seat of my car, usually handcuffed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was so proud and happy I was dating a police officer when we stopped by Blockbuster to rent a movie for the evening and a huge truck blocked the way to enter or exit the parking lot. So my boyfriend comes out from his car and gives him a ticket. I didn’t know they can give tickets when they are on a date and not on duty. The truck driver was very angry but I hope he understood that road is not only his and even if there are no police cars around, one of the guys with a cute girl might be an officer on a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t last long, however he was pretty open minded in changing him, he even sat with me on the floor to eat in one of the fancy Japanese restaurants. Our first shopping trip together was one of the last issues I couldn’t take. I picked a shirt for him and he went to try it. It was so good on him, on his fit, muscular body. I almost fainted when he turned around to show how it was from the back. It was a very light linen shirt, so I saw a huge tattoo on his back. His both shoulders and up to lower back. No, I haven’t seen him naked until that day. I was disgusted and couldn’t talk to him anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-1986506471972385948?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/1986506471972385948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=1986506471972385948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/1986506471972385948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/1986506471972385948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/11/hidden-skeletons-on-skeletons.html' title='Hidden Skeletons On The Skeletons'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SSYzHWZYVVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/m_sY_zuRWyY/s72-c/police.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-5992172097289995484</id><published>2008-11-19T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T06:21:27.905-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Teachers Dating Students</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SSSthG_LfGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/nogHE9cVsqc/s1600-h/legallyblonde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270528248253217890" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SSSthG_LfGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/nogHE9cVsqc/s400/legallyblonde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every teacher knows it’s against the law to date their student and every cute student knows if she gets him out on a date she can manipulate him until she finishes the college or university.&lt;br /&gt;We dated only one semester. No, I didn’t dump him just after the final exam results showed up in my transcript. Actually I did very good in microbiology lab and the final was very easy for me since I knew how to differentiate Staphylococcus Aureus from Mycobacterium Tuberculosis. I was enjoying the class until my teacher started hitting on me, asking me some personal questions and finally asked me on a date. We went to one of the numerous sushi restaurants in South Beach. As millions of couples we went to the movie on our second date. Our dates were smooth and drama free, but classes went on an opposite direction. Between two of them I would definitely choose my class and career to develop, so I had to make a choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I tried to make him give me good grade regardless my progress but I started oversleeping classes or coming late, missing my homework, etc. I didn’t do any of them intentionally but they were just happening at that time. Another thing I have noticed is that two girls from the same class were flirting with him borderless. By borderless I mean they were going over any borders of teacher and student conversations. Smiles, eye contacts, impromptu hand touches and many other little tricks women go into were little bit annoying to me. I saw how uncomfortable he felt, how he were looking at me at the same time and at that moment I realized that next semester there are going to be new students, younger girls, prettier ones. All I wanted is to protect myself from jealousy that would eat me years later every time he will leave to teach his new class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-5992172097289995484?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/5992172097289995484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=5992172097289995484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/5992172097289995484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/5992172097289995484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/11/teachers-dating-students.html' title='Teachers Dating Students'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SSSthG_LfGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/nogHE9cVsqc/s72-c/legallyblonde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-3546772293602880130</id><published>2008-11-18T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:46:19.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man of your dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Find A Man'/><title type='text'>How To Find A Man On A Desert Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SSN1Csq8WMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jdvP73AGodw/s1600-h/tarzan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270184678165076162" style="WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SSN1Csq8WMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jdvP73AGodw/s400/tarzan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some tips if you ever happen to be on a deserted island and you find yourself looking for a date for Saturday night. Some of them may sound hard to accomplish, but essential survival tips on a dating scene still might be helpful. Before you can find anyone to date on a deserted island you need to get yourself into better shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let’s start from the head. I mean what’s on it. I don’t think many would be interested what’s in it on the island. At least at the beginning, let’s hope. So, try to find an avocado tree and pick up some plants and make a mask for your hair. Put the paste on and wrap around with some big leaves. Rinse thoroughly after 45 minutes. You can time it by the sun. Let’s say you have put it when the sun was over the first palm tree on the row and you can rinse it when it will be over the 5th palm tree. Or something like that. Anyway. It will make your hair shine so strongly that maybe even someone on the next deserted island will notice it and swim by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your skin might get dry from the salty water, sun and sand so our next goal is to find at least a coconut tree because the nut’s milk is a good moisturizer for the skin on an everyday basis. Put it on every time you have showered in the ocean or fresh water river found somewhere in the middle of the island if you're lucky. Back to the skin. Yes, sun and sand damages our skin a lot if we do not take good care of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since you will not have access to the best French perfumes and as we all know men like their women smelling good you will have to try to find some flowers that smell nice. Make a necklace out of them or squeeze their juices and put this liquid on your wrist, back neck and lower neck (that’s where they usually kiss).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, you are all ready to meet the man of your dreams and good luck in your hunt to find him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-3546772293602880130?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/3546772293602880130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=3546772293602880130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/3546772293602880130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/3546772293602880130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-to-find-man-on-desert-island.html' title='How To Find A Man On A Desert Island'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SSN1Csq8WMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jdvP73AGodw/s72-c/tarzan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-6796228885517599728</id><published>2008-11-17T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:20:33.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyrgyz men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyrgyzstan'/><title type='text'>Let Me Run You Over. If You’re Still  Alive I Want To Marry You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SSI5yKsOr_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/74qcO_yXlZM/s1600-h/kyrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269838048003010546" style="WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SSI5yKsOr_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/74qcO_yXlZM/s400/kyrg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Kyrgyz traditions may sound too weird. People across the world wont understand them. When I remember the customs my great parents had I get goose bumps. One of them is how men used to test their future wives. It wasn’t all about assets, but physical strength of a woman. She had to be strong enough to carry and take care of a child. Remember medieval times when knights used to fight to conquer their women or at least some titles and money in Europe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time Kyrgyz men used to ride on their horses and hit a woman they wanted to marry with their big winter hat. (Yes, you are reading right.) If a woman was strong enough to stay on her feet and didn’t loose her balance, then that is the right woman to be the mother of his kids. Not too romantic, right? I don’t know how women felt, but I would try to carry a big stick around, just in case someone will “ask me out”. So it's the 21st century now and what do you think Kyrgyz men do to find their love? They just kidnap, as I narrated in “&lt;a href="http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/11/sack-over-your-head-ring-on-your-finger.html"&gt;The Sack Over Your Head A Ring On Your Finger&lt;/a&gt;?”. Mores change, same as people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be very interested how people all around the world used to date, marry and love, relationships in general. Nowadays it’s all became a universal thing, so that peculiarities of the nations are lost. Who would at the beginning of 20th century think that Kyrgyz young people will give flowers and sweets to each other on Valentine’s Day by the end of the century? I am assuming Kyrgyz men are becoming more romantic. But you still can find that Kyrgyz men prefer both physically and mentally strong women and they are not into model type of girls, but of course you don’t have to be a wrestler either to find a man in Kyrgyzstan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-6796228885517599728?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/6796228885517599728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=6796228885517599728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/6796228885517599728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/6796228885517599728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-me-run-you-over-if-youre-still.html' title='Let Me Run You Over. If You’re Still  Alive I Want To Marry You!'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SSI5yKsOr_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/74qcO_yXlZM/s72-c/kyrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-2933157698498014642</id><published>2008-11-16T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:32:08.970-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='customs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beliefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>The Sack Over Your Head A Ring On Your Finger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SSDpJoLTc4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/i4fe_CZEF1A/s1600-h/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269467915636405122" style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SSDpJoLTc4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/i4fe_CZEF1A/s400/wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started two years ago and today I’m going to put an end to it. You would think people would stop me on the street to ask me for the time or for directions or even money. NO! They stop me to ask where am I from. The waiters in the restaurants should ask what I want to order for my entrée but instead they ask me where am I from. My neighbors instead of saying hi or bye to me ask me where am I from. Ok. Enough. I am going to finish it today. Let me clear this up by saying I’m not Chinese or Japanese - I am Kyrgyz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have quite different appearance and completely different customs, traditions and beliefs. Lets just take our tradition on marriage. Young people date for a short period of time and if a guy decides to get married his friends get together and stalk after her and when the moment is right they just kidnap her. Sometimes even the groom participates. He might trick her by asking her out to a restaurant and after dinner instead of taking her back to her place they just go straight to his house. As soon as they arrive the grooms mother puts a kerchief on the bride’s head and if she doesn’t take it off- that means she agrees to be his wife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The riots, hysterics and crying are not rare as well. How would you feel if a boyfriend you just met kidnaps you and when you left your house you forgot to make your bed or even more tragic- you have to have your favorite pillow to have a good night sleep. And he happens to kidnap you the day when you didn’t have it in your purse. I understand when a girl knows a guy and they have dated at least a month, but there are marriages where couple’s first date was on their wedding day. The funniest thing in all this tradition is that the divorce rate is very low in Kyrgyzstan. My marriage was in a similar way, I was kidnapped and we had a baby girl year later. I want to tell you guys about how men used to test if it was a right woman for them, but it’s getting late and I have an early class tomorrow. So ciao for today my friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-2933157698498014642?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/2933157698498014642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=2933157698498014642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2933157698498014642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2933157698498014642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/11/sack-over-your-head-ring-on-your-finger.html' title='The Sack Over Your Head A Ring On Your Finger'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SSDpJoLTc4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/i4fe_CZEF1A/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-5373919486847914380</id><published>2008-11-13T17:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:47:45.593-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Tips On How To Forget A Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SR2hc--x1pI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Qgs5pImFGls/s1600-h/CB106304_LoRes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268544658408068754" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SR2hc--x1pI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Qgs5pImFGls/s400/CB106304_LoRes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SRzXF4PSyOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/63btBkzGul8/s1600-h/men.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will never happen. Yes, that is true and that is my verdict for today. Unless you get some amnesia, in that case you might be lucky to forget him forever. But as for now, let’s try to forget him in terms of short period of time like stop crying every once in a while into the pillow and stop seeing him in every man across the street and think about the options that we have. I did a lot of dating and breaking up , so I know what I’m talking about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best methods was to get a new guy to forget an old one. Don’t look at me like that! Nobody is using anybody. It’s all about helping. Helping yourself and your loved ones. Anyway, it always used to work on me. I remember to forget a scientist I found a programmer, then to forget him I found a teacher, then insurance agent, engineer, and even just an unemployed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going shopping would be the other great way to forget a man. Not exciting but for the beginning just browsing can be a big thing when the world crashes. Women concentrate on details, tiny things so the assortment of the malls will keep our minds out of that pig in pants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some prefer ice-cream, some flan and some chocolate. I just take a gum. Yes, you heard it, gum. You know how annoying it can be when other person is chewing it, but when you do it, oh, it is so relaxing and makes you stop thinking at all. I mean you’re not capable of thinking anymore. If it makes you feel better you may imagine that it is him and every chew becomes even a pleasure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course any destination vacation. New environment and people always bring new emotions and life begins over and over again, even in 50, it is just a beginning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-5373919486847914380?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/5373919486847914380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=5373919486847914380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/5373919486847914380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/5373919486847914380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/11/tips-on-how-to-forget-man.html' title='Tips On How To Forget A Man'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SR2hc--x1pI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Qgs5pImFGls/s72-c/CB106304_LoRes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-2694491991639682543</id><published>2008-11-12T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:42:09.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ment'/><title type='text'>Tips On How To Get Rid Of A Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SRt318ZqWMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/05gxe5B9t9k/s1600-h/leaving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267935957770459330" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SRt318ZqWMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/05gxe5B9t9k/s400/leaving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long time passes by and oops, he is not the right one. I just feel sorry for all the energy wasted on him. Anyway, it’s time to move on. Plan your break up in details. What if you will never, ever meet him in this world again and you forgot your favourite toothbrush in his house or he forgot the red socks you gave him on Valentine’s Day. Don’t do anything after 5 minutes you have decided to get rid of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm down, go to the spa or even take a little getaway vacation and then only pack his stuff. Write down all the reasons you are breaking up with him, put in a plastic cover and tape it to his suite case or bag, or even his car. Remember, even the most miserable thing needs an explanation, so we don’t want to leave him without that. Whatever the reason of your break-up do not cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t want him to remember you as some weak hysteric woman, don’t you? So, don’t do it.&lt;br /&gt;Be very clear and don’t break anything, that’s why spa relaxation is very good. If you have some material belongings that you share custody for it might take a little longer and you two have to sit and talk about it. Don’t feel sorry for him if he has to go back to his mom’s basement to reside. Or don’t feel tempted to stay with him, even though if you know he is not right for you only because you have to go back to your mom’s house or pay a high rent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s hard to part with a man who keeps telling you that he loves and stalks you around. As we all know life is too short and why would anybody waste extra hour, extra breath, extra heart beat on someone who is not the ONE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-2694491991639682543?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/2694491991639682543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=2694491991639682543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2694491991639682543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2694491991639682543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/11/tips-on-how-to-get-rid-of-man.html' title='Tips On How To Get Rid Of A Man'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SRt318ZqWMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/05gxe5B9t9k/s72-c/leaving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-7727744689542907809</id><published>2008-11-11T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:01:14.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Tips On How To Get A Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SRovu_bdYnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6plOqxvINvo/s1600-h/man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267575198510310002" style="WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SRovu_bdYnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6plOqxvINvo/s400/man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all you have to find him. As I told you all the tricks how to find him in my previous article, now after we found him it’s time to make him yours. By saying make him “yours” I don’t mean own him, control him or keep him out of reach of the children etc. Just some tricks so that he will do it all by himself. Make sure you complete all the steps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, You met online and here is your first date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. First impression is the impression he will have of you forever. So don’t dare to wear sneakers for the first date. At the same time don’t overdress.&lt;br /&gt;2. Don’t talk too much or sit as a fish. Fish, don’t order it if you don’t know how to use fish fork or learn about table etiquette before your date.&lt;br /&gt;3. Write down all the questions you want to ask and read through at home so you don’t come home from a date and still you know nothing about him.&lt;br /&gt;4. Be very feminine and don’t make your silly jokes that all your friends love.&lt;br /&gt;Only close friends get them and he is just a stranger so far.&lt;br /&gt;5. Let him choose the place but don’t let him pick you up. Especially from your house.&lt;br /&gt;6. And last but most important- offer to pay for half of the bill. He doesn’t have to pay for you but if he does it’s only a plus towards him and offering is a plus towards you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-7727744689542907809?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/7727744689542907809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=7727744689542907809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7727744689542907809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7727744689542907809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/11/tips-on-how-to-get-man.html' title='Tips On How To Get A Man'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SRovu_bdYnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6plOqxvINvo/s72-c/man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-7763469105523737034</id><published>2008-11-10T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:48:16.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Tips On How To Find A Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SRkAUIhfl6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yZtqEGbklL0/s1600-h/man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267241585071855522" style="WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SRkAUIhfl6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yZtqEGbklL0/s400/man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that hard, but not easy either. You always have to be alert and keep your eyes open. You never know where the man of your dreams is hiding. Look everywhere, even in the trash room! Of course don’t look through trash- he is definitely not there but he might be just a nice eco friendly guy who is recycling his bottle of wine. And do not forget to wear lipstick all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We could eliminate some potential places we don’t want to meet our men, but being romantic we should consider all places like: Laundromat, beaches, law offices ( a man can be getting a divorce), all kinds of concerts, plays and balls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let’s say you met him in Starbucks. What is next? Ok, you have to remember that we are not looking for just a “man”, we are in search of right man. After first glance pay attention to his shoes. Good quality and tasteful shoes never belong to some sloven, and we don’t want some cheap men either. Next is the watch on his wrist. If they are Asahi, forget about him and concentrate on someone else. Each hair counted haircut is the peak of elegance of men. I don’t consider shaven hair to be haircut. After quick inspection he turns out to be a considerable candidate. Don’t stare at him but as soon as he looks at your side wink at him and turn back ( don’t forget little smile on your face).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He will wonder who you are and will approach you within 5 minutes. All that will follow is totally up to you. Just don’t screw it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-7763469105523737034?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/7763469105523737034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=7763469105523737034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7763469105523737034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7763469105523737034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/11/tips-on-how-to-find-man.html' title='Tips On How To Find A Man'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SRkAUIhfl6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yZtqEGbklL0/s72-c/man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-7681123792183591406</id><published>2008-11-09T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T07:13:58.232-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>How To Make The Right Decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SRdVsTIp7yI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BNmuE4AINQ4/s1600-h/decision.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266772508772265762" style="WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SRdVsTIp7yI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BNmuE4AINQ4/s400/decision.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a decision is always hard, but the right one is the hardest. Torture for me is to choose between ice cream and cheesecake for dessert but now it’s time to make some bigger decisions. Six months ago when I was dating my current boy friend I didn’t know whether to leave him or let life go until it gets too serious. Six months is already too serious for me so I was about to make my right decision. But how to make a right one? These tips helped me to figure it out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Divide a piece of paper into two columns and list all pros and cons (separately of course J );&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust your stomach. No, you are not going to eat and see what happens, no. Just close your eyes and think about the decision you want to make and each of the options. How does your stomach feel when you think of each of the options?  Guess what, it will tell you which is the right one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plan it. When you will write everything on the paper it will be more clear to find out. Plan for the next week, month or even a year and you’ll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the last one. Be honest with yourself. Analyze the environment, yourself, him and you two together. If you aren't honest to yourself, nobody else is going to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-7681123792183591406?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/7681123792183591406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=7681123792183591406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7681123792183591406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7681123792183591406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-to-make-right-decision.html' title='How To Make The Right Decision'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SRdVsTIp7yI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BNmuE4AINQ4/s72-c/decision.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-6538004696164228414</id><published>2008-11-06T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:24:22.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Karma- What  Goes Around Comes Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SRPC7ZWCzTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DJV5WzdbXUM/s1600-h/Karma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265766714997656882" style="WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SRPC7ZWCzTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DJV5WzdbXUM/s400/Karma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it’s another way to manipulate people, especially young teens. How those who only lived ten and something years know that all you do will come back to you as a boomerang? They do not know, they haven’t lived enough to wait for everything to come back, but they do believe. Now, there is an interesting question - Do you do something nice just for the sake of it or hope or if something bad afraid it will come and bite you later? In a latter case you are just helping yourself. Everyone gets what he/she deserves and what he/she wants but not because they did something bad. I wish this karma thing really did work! But no, the life is unfair and I do understand you might be saying to yourself Im worth something more than my husband or my bf who I’m 5 years with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t want it and think you deserve much more just do it, that’s what You want and not because KARMA brought you this fat husband who consumes more beer than your car in a week. Or if you want home cooked meal every day you come from work- kick that lazy cow out of your house and stop paying for her spa visits. Unless if that’s what you want, of course. If you can’t do it- just suck it up and deal with it for the rest of your life. I don’t mean you should walk over the heads and be totally selfish, no. But my point is if you do good just for karma, then you are helping yourself and not other people, so can we call those people nice, really nice???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-6538004696164228414?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/6538004696164228414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=6538004696164228414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/6538004696164228414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/6538004696164228414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/11/karma-what-goes-around-comes-around.html' title='Karma- What  Goes Around Comes Around'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SRPC7ZWCzTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DJV5WzdbXUM/s72-c/Karma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-6529159591647855990</id><published>2008-11-05T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:14:14.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr right'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>New Way To Find Out If  It’s Mr. Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SRI5TBygwMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ER6J-Fcky7g/s1600-h/mr-right.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265333913410126018" style="WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SRI5TBygwMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ER6J-Fcky7g/s400/mr-right.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One company in Switzerland made a research to hire people based upon how they eat. Yes, they invited them over to the restaurant and the interview was how people ate. Innocent people didn’t know about the experiment being held on them. I think one of the best ways to find out if it is Mr. Right is not going to the fancy restaurants with him, but follow him in the car and see how he drives. If he speeds, never let other people go (especially women), honks and demonstrates other rude behaviors on the road- he cannot be good guy for you. I don’t think men would do that with you in the car, but they do get wild when they have that wheel in their hands and no one can criticize them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a chemistry teacher who I respected a lot and today I saw him driving. His windows were down and he didn’t let me go into his lane, because mine ended and acted as if he didn’t see me. Then he speed up (going at least 55 on 35 road). He was very nice to me while tutoring and giving me hints that he would like to ask me out. I was so happy today that I never went out with him, so from now on I want to test my potential dates on the road. Sounds funny, but that’s what reveals an animal sitting deep inside that they show years after when it‘s too late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-6529159591647855990?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/6529159591647855990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=6529159591647855990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/6529159591647855990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/6529159591647855990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-way-to-find-out-if-its-mr-right.html' title='New Way To Find Out If  It’s Mr. Right'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SRI5TBygwMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ER6J-Fcky7g/s72-c/mr-right.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-9175600746691284779</id><published>2008-11-04T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:38:50.948-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Many  Reasons I Like Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SRDq9GOs0bI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Z6tcHNoObOY/s1600-h/GENTLEMEN_PREFER_BLONDES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264966299761299890" style="WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SRDq9GOs0bI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Z6tcHNoObOY/s400/GENTLEMEN_PREFER_BLONDES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I like men? First because I am a woman. Or it’s already abnormal nowadays for women to prefer men? I think I will stay with those instincts given us with blood. Before I get carried away again, let me tell quickly the reasons I like men. Men are much cleaner ( I see your smile), if you would live or school with only women- the degradation process will take week or even less, but mixed communities much longer or even progress under some circumstances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With men you don’t have to gossip about some cute guy or your best friend. They take 2 minutes for shower, don’t use make up, not obsessed with shopping and will never sleep with your husband. Most of all men play by rules, give you flowers and nice gifts. They might be very helpful around the house: reach for the thing you cannot, fix the broken things or change the light bulb. If they cheat on you one day- you can always substitute them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-9175600746691284779?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/9175600746691284779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=9175600746691284779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/9175600746691284779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/9175600746691284779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/11/many-reasons-i-like-men.html' title='Many  Reasons I Like Men'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SRDq9GOs0bI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Z6tcHNoObOY/s72-c/GENTLEMEN_PREFER_BLONDES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-870388209435396321</id><published>2008-11-03T19:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:57:38.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Let’s  Play Some Chess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SQ_IFcGt57I/AAAAAAAAAD0/A1gk3eLFf_A/s1600-h/chessboards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264646485188667314" style="WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SQ_IFcGt57I/AAAAAAAAAD0/A1gk3eLFf_A/s400/chessboards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-870388209435396321?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/870388209435396321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=870388209435396321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/870388209435396321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/870388209435396321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-play-some-chess.html' title='Let’s  Play Some Chess'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SQ_IFcGt57I/AAAAAAAAAD0/A1gk3eLFf_A/s72-c/chessboards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-2858502587907676942</id><published>2008-11-02T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:52:07.289-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><title type='text'>10 And 1 Reasons I Don’t Like Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SQ6DYHyfvmI/AAAAAAAAADs/CTnHrNgQ9oM/s1600-h/women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264289464873631330" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SQ6DYHyfvmI/AAAAAAAAADs/CTnHrNgQ9oM/s400/women.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They never can keep a secret.&lt;br /&gt;2. Most of them are dumb, even though they might not reveal it first time, but it becomes clear shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;3. They claim they are clean creatures, but anything except their make up is a mess.&lt;br /&gt;4. They lie too often, sometime even without any reason. Just for the sake of it.&lt;br /&gt;5. By the age of 50 they have done more than 50 plastic surgeries.&lt;br /&gt;6. They can’t keep the same personality 7 days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;7. They pretend too much.&lt;br /&gt;8. They get too wild if they have too much of freedom, money and power.&lt;br /&gt;9. Some have no idea what self-respect means.&lt;br /&gt;10. First cold as ice, then melt like an ice-cream, then who wants to drink warm milk?&lt;br /&gt;11. Watch out if they have a little beauty. They use that weapon more than anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-2858502587907676942?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/2858502587907676942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=2858502587907676942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2858502587907676942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2858502587907676942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-and-1-reasons-i-dont-like-women.html' title='10 And 1 Reasons I Don’t Like Women'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SQ6DYHyfvmI/AAAAAAAAADs/CTnHrNgQ9oM/s72-c/women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-810879198134340423</id><published>2008-10-30T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:53:59.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What To Do On A Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SQoe3sRHCtI/AAAAAAAAADk/1uM3m5lsFAY/s1600-h/RainyDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263053056660409042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SQoe3sRHCtI/AAAAAAAAADk/1uM3m5lsFAY/s400/RainyDay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep. I feel sleepy all the time when it rains. I cannot concentrate on my books and study hearing these sounds of rain drops falling on the roof. I just want to curl up with love and listen to all those distracting sounds together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a disaster, he is working on a rainy Saturday and I am all alone by myself. Maybe I should go to the mall and get lost among strangers, beautiful clothes, delicious smells and hi-tech devices. Even shoe shopping does not excite me on a rainy day. So, what should I do on a rainy day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-810879198134340423?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/810879198134340423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=810879198134340423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/810879198134340423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/810879198134340423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-to-do-on-rainy-day.html' title='What To Do On A Rainy Day'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SQoe3sRHCtI/AAAAAAAAADk/1uM3m5lsFAY/s72-c/RainyDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-1163149242407068804</id><published>2008-10-29T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:42:56.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Boca Juice For Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SQj0-8GQORI/AAAAAAAAADc/e6e86pt6vsU/s1600-h/boca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262725526703847698" style="WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SQj0-8GQORI/AAAAAAAAADc/e6e86pt6vsU/s400/boca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a man who uses and sometimes abuses it. He is over 50 and believe me, he looks like he is 34! I don’t question that he has done several liposuctions, hair transplantation and god knows what else he has done to look younger. But what I don’t understand is his girlfriend is 50 with 3 grown up kids my age. I would expect him to date at least someone in her thirties, but why so much pain and effort- to date someone your age? Does not make any sense! Why men do that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-1163149242407068804?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/1163149242407068804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=1163149242407068804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/1163149242407068804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/1163149242407068804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/10/boca-juice-for-men.html' title='Boca Juice For Men'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SQj0-8GQORI/AAAAAAAAADc/e6e86pt6vsU/s72-c/boca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-3561801452960631193</id><published>2008-10-28T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:46:58.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Circumcision-  Male and Female,  Is It Good Or Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SQcz3hFEnvI/AAAAAAAAADU/RiagjfLgk_c/s1600-h/pain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262231718471180018" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SQcz3hFEnvI/AAAAAAAAADU/RiagjfLgk_c/s400/pain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t want to date a man who was not circumcised. I saw one of those ant eaters and honestly don’t want that experience ever again. Imagine what happens to those ant eaters when the owner reaches elderly age. Ok, enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What really confused me is female circumcisions in one of those wild tribes.&lt;br /&gt;The whole purpose of that is for women not to experience simple pleasures in this life. Absurd. Ridiculous. While men taking advantages of circumcision, another men are taking advantage of women circumcising them. Crazy world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-3561801452960631193?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/3561801452960631193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=3561801452960631193' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/3561801452960631193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/3561801452960631193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/10/circumcision-male-and-female-is-it-good.html' title='Circumcision-  Male and Female,  Is It Good Or Bad'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SQcz3hFEnvI/AAAAAAAAADU/RiagjfLgk_c/s72-c/pain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-2419833094230195985</id><published>2008-10-26T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:28:23.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>Dating  A Celebrity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SQUZHs1bcCI/AAAAAAAAADM/e-6L1wn0I1s/s1600-h/dating_a_celebrity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261639359737327650" style="WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SQUZHs1bcCI/AAAAAAAAADM/e-6L1wn0I1s/s400/dating_a_celebrity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is hard. Yes, it is too much of pressure. Yes, it is all about them and you are just someone dating a celebrity. He is very handsome man, takes me everywhere he goes ( cannot tell his name for confidentiality reasons), very talented and very good father. Stop. Father- all his free time he wants to spend with his daughter, I’m only on the third place. I don’t like it. I want to be the first thing in his life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You cannot change the past but you can change your future and it seems like I am ready to make those changes and not sacrifice myself for his name, gifts and money. I know how to eliminate other women in his life, but his child, his precious blood I cannot deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;It has been going from month to another and he seems pretty comfortable with our positions and I don’t know how to end this up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-2419833094230195985?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/2419833094230195985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=2419833094230195985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2419833094230195985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2419833094230195985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/10/dating-celebrity.html' title='Dating  A Celebrity'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SQUZHs1bcCI/AAAAAAAAADM/e-6L1wn0I1s/s72-c/dating_a_celebrity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-3392539408598810120</id><published>2008-10-24T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:14:26.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>When To Introduce Your Love To Co-Workers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SQIQbzHByXI/AAAAAAAAADE/H7RSzmgPVH8/s1600-h/work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260785384484358514" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SQIQbzHByXI/AAAAAAAAADE/H7RSzmgPVH8/s400/work.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us make little silly mistakes sometimes. I am a big exception- I make little silly mistakes all the time. Like introducing my boyfriend to my colleagues. Being a teacher was a hard job in the aspect that you have to be an example not only to your children and some close people, but to your students and other professors. When I have introduced my third boyfriend within two and a half period of time I started feeling uncomfortable. Not that I deliberately was bringing them in to my department everybody to meet, but there were so many reasons they had to come and see me at work during breaks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, one month passes by and guess what- I have a new boyfriend. I would love not allow him to visit me at work under any circumstances, but yesterday he said he wants to cook and bring me the food for my lunch. I said that I was having lunch with my colleagues, but he wants to bring it another day. I don’t know how he has so much time on his hands, I guess it’s one of the advantages of being self-employed. I still have a problematic question when revealing the truth at work, soon or later they will find out. Maybe I should stop dating at all or stop being too picky and dropping guys so soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-3392539408598810120?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/3392539408598810120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=3392539408598810120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/3392539408598810120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/3392539408598810120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-to-introduce-your-love-to-co.html' title='When To Introduce Your Love To Co-Workers'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SQIQbzHByXI/AAAAAAAAADE/H7RSzmgPVH8/s72-c/work.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-8018963464307530182</id><published>2008-10-21T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:43:58.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful girls'/><title type='text'>Greediness- is it possible to change it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SP6heQHi3sI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hqCkzjKjuiE/s1600-h/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259818955910078146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SP6heQHi3sI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hqCkzjKjuiE/s400/money.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be frustrating for any girl to never receive a single gift from her boyfriend. Many beautiful girls think men are obligated to shower them with gifts all the time. In my case I wasn’t expecting expensive gifts or surprise trips to places, but rather some attention- meaning opening the doors, asking me what I want for breakfast, etc; then, after six month of dating him I started feeling anxiety if he will ever give me anything, at least a post-card. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not a poor man and he constantly buys himself gifts, why not me?!&lt;br /&gt;Is it in his genes, bringing up gap or just personal beliefs? I don’t know, and I’m trying to cure him from that giving him a lot of little gifts one in a while. I never forget our monthly anniversary, and take him to the nice restaurant. I don’t know if his disease is terminal or curable, but I will keep trying. I might be wrong and it’s better when you don’t expect anything or least. That way you get all you wanted and even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-8018963464307530182?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/8018963464307530182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=8018963464307530182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/8018963464307530182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/8018963464307530182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/10/greediness-is-it-possible-to-change-it.html' title='Greediness- is it possible to change it'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SP6heQHi3sI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hqCkzjKjuiE/s72-c/money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-420486190699896496</id><published>2008-10-20T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:41:37.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Do Men Like Independent Women?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SP1BPoIt49I/AAAAAAAAAC0/2PUdXxY-PuM/s1600-h/independant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259431676566430674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SP1BPoIt49I/AAAAAAAAAC0/2PUdXxY-PuM/s400/independant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear a lot from men that they like independent women, they respect them and would prefer an independent woman as their partner. I don’t like the word “partner” when it is used toward the loved one, especially lady. I imagine a tough business woman in the suit, without any emotions and cold as ice. She will do anything to get what she wants. Is that what you want, men?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think so. I do believe men still have that need and desire to care and provide for his woman. He was a collector, hunter, fisher, etc; that is why I see so many pictures of men next to their catch and trophy. Everybody is tired of those pictures, just women and particularly men forget that they want to demonstrate that they can provide for his woman by those type of pictures. So it seems contradictory to tell that you want an independent woman while your pictures are sending different message. There are some levels of independency that men would appreciate and respect, just women overdid when they were fighting for gender rights. Men feel needed and proud of themselves when they can take care of their women, so I think&lt;br /&gt;total independence of women is not always the best thing for both of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-420486190699896496?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/420486190699896496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=420486190699896496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/420486190699896496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/420486190699896496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-men-like-independent-women.html' title='Do Men Like Independent Women?'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SP1BPoIt49I/AAAAAAAAAC0/2PUdXxY-PuM/s72-c/independant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-8811814454760605064</id><published>2008-10-19T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:45:45.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Can We Ever Leave Our Past In The Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SPvwyobP3cI/AAAAAAAAACs/Cx8VNIHBphM/s1600-h/will-he-look-back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259061742521015746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SPvwyobP3cI/AAAAAAAAACs/Cx8VNIHBphM/s400/will-he-look-back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some people it is the hardest thing to do. Like my current boyfriend. I find pictures of his ex-s, their personal items and just their souls flying around. Very weird and unpleasant feeling. When our past becomes past? I think when we meet our future, at least with me. This trick always works on me- I try to find someone new in order to forget someone old. And then even present becomes past. It is not an easy thing to be a sugarbabe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to learn control your feelings and be ready to move on any second. I think of a flight attendant girl when I talk about my life or better say lifestyle. I have to be ready to go to nay part of the world at a moment’s notice. I cannot have PMS days, I have to look best at any times and perform multiple functions at the same time, but the hardest thing- to deal with my partners’ past all the time and never think about mine. I believe one day I will also meet a man who will leave his past behind when he will see me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-8811814454760605064?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/8811814454760605064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=8811814454760605064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/8811814454760605064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/8811814454760605064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/10/can-we-ever-leave-our-past-in-past.html' title='Can We Ever Leave Our Past In The Past'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SPvwyobP3cI/AAAAAAAAACs/Cx8VNIHBphM/s72-c/will-he-look-back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-920879179860689396</id><published>2008-10-19T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T08:03:27.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hypnosis'/><title type='text'>Hypnosis, Does It Really Work?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SPtMNc2eQmI/AAAAAAAAACk/iydUmJxrgTU/s1600-h/hypnosis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258880783851864674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SPtMNc2eQmI/AAAAAAAAACk/iydUmJxrgTU/s400/hypnosis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is year 2008 now and after some time it will be very far past, and since the time hypnosis has been discovered, to effect the part of our brain responsible for sleep and subconscious decisions many attempts have been made to hypnotize the greatest people throughout the world. Many women and men tried and still do that to make the other part to fell in love with them or do some actions against their will. There are many opinions that most of the terrorist attacks have been committed by people being hypnotized some time earlier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew a person who I thought was hypnotized by a man she got married with. At the beginning she didn’t like him at all. I have to tell you, she was gorgeous, yes, more than just beautiful. And he was a person who we can say an accountant type, nobody notices him and anything about his life. I have no idea how she got married with him. Some might argue with me telling how about great personality, money or just being nice, he could conquer her with that. I’m sorry, but I have to tell you that this love story ended very sad. She committed a suicide after couple month of marriage I cannot think anything else than hypnosis, and it is very dangerous when you do it to play with person’s feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-920879179860689396?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/920879179860689396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=920879179860689396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/920879179860689396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/920879179860689396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/10/hypnosis-does-it-really-work.html' title='Hypnosis, Does It Really Work?'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SPtMNc2eQmI/AAAAAAAAACk/iydUmJxrgTU/s72-c/hypnosis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-8718895555530039421</id><published>2008-10-17T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:39:43.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jehova witness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mormons'/><title type='text'>My God Is Flying Spaghetti Monster, What About You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SPixt2bXkCI/AAAAAAAAACc/Zm_RybVauB4/s1600-h/galaxy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258147966217588770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SPixt2bXkCI/AAAAAAAAACc/Zm_RybVauB4/s400/galaxy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we should talk about religion today. Why? Just because everybody is talking about it nowadays. And I am so tired of people who are religious. It is funny, so absurd to me that they confidently say what will happen to us after we die. Then they should know what will happen tomorrow, if they don’t know then they are just charlatans because supposedly they know life after death. But thinking independently- is there life after death? Nobody ever came back, so we don’t know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s take Jesus, he was a great man, son of a carpenter and sacrificed himself for his belief. But he is still a man for me, that is it. I can’t remember now when religion started being politics, I have to go back to my history class, middle school. I have a friend who is Jehovah witness and she was trying to convert me to the same religion, sorry, my mistake, it’s not even a religion, a sect, I know even funnier sect- Mormons. Come on , he saw the writing in his hat and made a big deal out of it. That guy was hilarious, but what wonders me more is people who believe in that kind of nonsense. I know I might turn many people against me after I wrote this, but I don’t care anymore, I think people like me should do something about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-8718895555530039421?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/8718895555530039421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=8718895555530039421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/8718895555530039421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/8718895555530039421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-god-is-flying-spaghetti-monster-what.html' title='My God Is Flying Spaghetti Monster, What About You?'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SPixt2bXkCI/AAAAAAAAACc/Zm_RybVauB4/s72-c/galaxy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-7247363343222112659</id><published>2008-10-15T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:06:20.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Bloody Knife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SPZ3Yrad1CI/AAAAAAAAACU/odi0EjmD9Hc/s1600-h/mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257520880855929890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SPZ3Yrad1CI/AAAAAAAAACU/odi0EjmD9Hc/s400/mask.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All relationships usually start romantically and pure. Mine started with a lot of blood, swelling and head aches. I met a surgeon. He was excellent, tall and handsome. All you want from a man, but not from your surgeon. I didn’t want him to look inside of my mouth and pull my wisdom tooth out. Yes he was a facial surgeon. After some time dating him and having our first kiss I still felt uncomfortable thinking about that he pulled my tooth, and I was always thinking how he felt kissing me, if he thinks about my tooth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny and silly, I know, but I can’t do anything about it and it keeps bothering me even now, after I broke up with him. I think that was the reason I couldn’t continue the relationship with him. If we only met in different circumstances, I think we would have a future. Neither I wouldn’t be able to date my hairdresser, my lawyer ( partially because I try to sue anyone I can- I have a lot of issues), and my best friend- because he knows too much about me, especially the part which my boyfriend shouldn’t know. At the end, it seems to me- I have nobody to date. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-7247363343222112659?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/7247363343222112659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=7247363343222112659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7247363343222112659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7247363343222112659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/10/bloody-knife.html' title='Bloody Knife'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SPZ3Yrad1CI/AAAAAAAAACU/odi0EjmD9Hc/s72-c/mask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-7890417023789334114</id><published>2008-10-14T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T16:43:23.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Let Me See You Strip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SPUuCMF751I/AAAAAAAAACM/QyaS2qKOt-w/s1600-h/strippers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257158755165661010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SPUuCMF751I/AAAAAAAAACM/QyaS2qKOt-w/s400/strippers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they are called Australia’s hottest export. After paying $60 for the show and $20 for their picture I was sitting excited and had some cash in my hands if they come over to my table and dance right in front of me. I think there is a stereotype about public that goes to men strip clubs- they are old, ugly and single women whom nobody wants to be with anymore. So my girlfriend and I (young and very beautiful) decided to change that opinion in society and went to the “Thunder from down under” show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many macho men who think that men deserve respect regardless they provide for family or not, but after that show I totally lost respect for men, at least for the half of them. I wouldn’t want my husband, brother or son provide that way for his family. As everything in our world - demand creates supply, so they must be a result of hunger that women had. Then, it’s not all true that men are visual and women are auditory, women are visual too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do with the cash I had in my hands? Nothing. When one of those Australian strippers came to our table and let me touch him, I tried to feel some muscle in his arms and guess what- nothing. His arm was softer than mine. Was totally unacceptable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-7890417023789334114?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/7890417023789334114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=7890417023789334114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7890417023789334114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7890417023789334114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/10/let-me-see-you-strip.html' title='Let Me See You Strip'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SPUuCMF751I/AAAAAAAAACM/QyaS2qKOt-w/s72-c/strippers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-3859992385340745531</id><published>2008-10-13T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:29:57.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Is There A Such Thing As Non-beneficial Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SPPZ7kNKu5I/AAAAAAAAACE/6-7gVl0QtfQ/s1600-h/funny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256784807425915794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SPPZ7kNKu5I/AAAAAAAAACE/6-7gVl0QtfQ/s400/funny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a student is hard, especially if you are combining full-time school and full-time dating. Sometimes I think it would be more beneficial for me if men I date would teach me some of my classes, not only giving me gifts and pay for my school. Am I becoming greedy like an old lady from a story about gold fish which would do any of her wishes and one day she wished to be a goddess of the world. She gets nothing at the end and comes back to her initial state. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got to remember that part, in order not to forget and get as much as I can and give back the same. Can we all have relationships without asking something back? It does not fit the situation I’m in right now. I am young and in blossom and I don’t think men will give me something more than a polite smile when my beauty will fade one day and I’ll still be single. Men as well as women try to get the best they can while they have youth or later they can still catch up with money. So why people blame young and beautiful girls for getting all the best men in the world? I think it is just a process called natural selection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-3859992385340745531?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/3859992385340745531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=3859992385340745531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/3859992385340745531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/3859992385340745531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-there-such-thing-as-non-beneficial.html' title='Is There A Such Thing As Non-beneficial Relationships'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SPPZ7kNKu5I/AAAAAAAAACE/6-7gVl0QtfQ/s72-c/funny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-732060847984094550</id><published>2008-10-12T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T11:05:40.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Best Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SPI8WjTPt4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/R_OMeMqHd70/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256330073225541506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SPI8WjTPt4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/R_OMeMqHd70/s400/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the nomination of best love story we can award probably one of the youngest guys I have ever dated. Konstantin. He was only two years older than me and was very tall and handsome. Don’t make it fool you, he had his own company at the age of 18. Young men don’t have experience but they have romance which women love. He brought me 14 red heart shaped balloons for our first Valentine’s Day. It was a beauty contest and I could see him from the stage among all people in the city hall. Sitting with his love balloons. It was one of the best gifts I have ever received. I even did not get upset I didn’t win the beauty pageant, but we spent a beautiful evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I had to go to school and he stayed. He lived on 24th floor and while I got out from the building and went to the street he did something very special. He knew I would look at the window and wave at him, so while I was going down he cut “I LOVE YOU” from a white paper and was putting it on the window. I melted right there. And there were many of that kind of moments. That is why I guess we were together much longer than with any of men I met so far. As one wise woman said - men come and go, but diamonds stay with us forever. There were left couple of them after we separated, including a lot of good memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-732060847984094550?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/732060847984094550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=732060847984094550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/732060847984094550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/732060847984094550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-love-story.html' title='The Best Love Story'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SPI8WjTPt4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/R_OMeMqHd70/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-4850082513634194461</id><published>2008-10-09T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:57:54.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>What Happens In Vegas Stays In Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO4p4EDQ3cI/AAAAAAAAABY/HNgFoLFvS0M/s1600-h/LasVegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255183858324790722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO4p4EDQ3cI/AAAAAAAAABY/HNgFoLFvS0M/s400/LasVegas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing yet. But I have been invited there by my another date. His type of job says executive management, I guess same kind of BS job where people do nothing and get paid more than engineer dealing with real problems. At this point I realized that less you work more you get paid. So I’m expecting some kind of corporate guy in nice cloth, nice car and busy with his Blackberry. Honestly not my type of men. He is at least good looking and was very nice over the phone and me being young and beautiful I am going with my friend there. Having been given how to spend the best vacation in Vegas I will try to use them all and come back all refreshed and satisfied with my trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, to me it seems like an oasis in the middle of desert. Until I have seen it. It would be totally unacceptable for a girl to travel too meet with a guy in my culture, but I’m here, in a different country and should play by the rules established here. Have to say that being a sugarbabe is not an easy job. Great shows, musicals and best restaurants- who does not want it all? I don’t know what excites me more: my new date or my trip to Vegas. But it’s definitely something that I love to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-4850082513634194461?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/4850082513634194461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=4850082513634194461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/4850082513634194461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/4850082513634194461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-happens-in-vegas-stays-in-vegas.html' title='What Happens In Vegas Stays In Vegas'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO4p4EDQ3cI/AAAAAAAAABY/HNgFoLFvS0M/s72-c/LasVegas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-5415442377246804537</id><published>2008-10-08T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T17:35:45.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Why Do Men Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO1RregaVgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HDC9JLE7oy4/s1600-h/fighting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254946147576468994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO1RregaVgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HDC9JLE7oy4/s400/fighting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us lie. Deliberately, unintentionally, for good, for bad some time in a lifetime we all lie. Just thinking which one is better- many small or one big lie? Neither of them is good, but I personally agree that a lie for good that can save lives is worth and should be done considering the situation. I don’t know was it good or not, but my friend got into a net called marriage in one of those for “good” called lies. She met a man that was smart enough to tell he that he was 39 while he was almost 46 just to date her. My poor friend thought he was just not in a good shape and believed him. Three months later they got married, six months after she found out the truth, but it was too late. Let me tell you, my friend is 26 years young, turning 27. Still young. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I met the guy and didn’t like him. People think of me as a divorce attorney who wants everybody get divorced. But hey, I don’t get any profit out of it! I am just trying to help people. I just don’t like when people lie to me and if I see someone else lying it makes me upset. And in this case I would understand my friend, but she even doesn’t love him. Feeling secure? No! He doesn’t have a house, even a car. It’s hard to imagine a person in America not having a car. There is even a saying about American people living in their cars. Do you think she would not date and marry him if she knew his real age? I don’t think so. It’s natural- people age and as the time passes they are given certain number. I can’t recall my last big or small lie, but I definitely have one. The only thing I hope my next date will not lie to me about having HIV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-5415442377246804537?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/5415442377246804537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=5415442377246804537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/5415442377246804537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/5415442377246804537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-do-men-lie.html' title='Why Do Men Lie'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO1RregaVgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HDC9JLE7oy4/s72-c/fighting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-1203066965087464053</id><published>2008-10-05T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:10:38.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Would I Ever Date A Woman</title><content type='html'>My last trip to jewelry store brought me some intriguing acquaintances. A middle aged woman approached me, she was very well dressed and very beautiful. “You want that ring dear?”, she asked as coming my way. I was immediately on a “be careful” mode and since I saw she wasn’t an employee there and obviously not my mom or friend her tone and question distracted me. She gave me couple of compliments about my looks saying it was unusual to meet an Asian girl in this state. An invitation for cup of coffee, business card and hint about that ring being mine was a bit overwhelming. It was obvious she wanted me to spend the night or two with her in her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy idea came to me, I wanted to experience how it is being with woman, especially if she is a sugarmomma. Not the compensation but the excitement of being kissed by woman was intriguing me. I wished the only thing- she was a man, especially since my sugar daddy left me for work in Saudi Arabia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted someone to take care of me and Rose was so nice to me and called me next day inviting to a pool party. I have to admit she was very strong and possessive woman. All of her friends were nice and friendly to me, but I was feeling the eyes telling “Look what Rose found now. Poor child, she needs some upgrade and furs”. And I really felt like a soaked bird, losing it’s furs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I could expect new furs and golden cage. But I realized with the first touch she gave me- not me, but my body reacted and I was covered with goose pumps. I really like men. No I love men and prefer being loved by men only. Another proof that opposites do attract.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-1203066965087464053?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/1203066965087464053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=1203066965087464053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/1203066965087464053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/1203066965087464053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/10/would-i-ever-date-woman.html' title='Would I Ever Date A Woman'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-2756671547391053705</id><published>2008-10-03T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:24:49.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>What Do Men Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SOZxW9DFwrI/AAAAAAAAABI/oFgucU0TpLc/s1600-h/prettywoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253010654532846258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SOZxW9DFwrI/AAAAAAAAABI/oFgucU0TpLc/s400/prettywoman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever seen a great movie and great play of Mel Gibson in “What do women want”? I ask the same question myself thinking about men. What do they really want? Usually they want things contrary to what they verbalize. It gets harder when they don’t verbalize at all. Would it be right to say you can expect all kinds of surprises from that kind of person. And those surprises are not always a box with beautiful pearls or vacation ticket to Hawaii. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our relationship was going pretty well when I saw him online, and definitely not working for some charity organization. He was rather looking for someone else. I was mad. He was fooling me for couple of weeks telling he just working and “that” thing is always on. The moment of truth eventually came to our table as well and there was not way for him to come out from it. So he said I was pushing him too much and he still wants to take his time. Then tell me that! Tell me what you want, and our interests might match. Well, if not in everything but in most things it works. I still do not believe that men are from Mars and women are from Venus. Men are from Earth and women are from earth too, we even share same DNA, walk on two feet and pretty much look alike. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does make us so different? Hormones, society that expects us to behave certain way or politicians? Usually it’s hard to combine everything in one when it comes to the relationships. If your boyfriend is handsome and young, then he is dumb or poor, if rich and smart, then he is old and ugly and many other variations in local stores. So pick whatever you like. But what we, women have to do once we find that all together man to keep him by our side. What do that men want?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-2756671547391053705?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/2756671547391053705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=2756671547391053705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2756671547391053705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2756671547391053705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-do-men-want.html' title='What Do Men Want'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SOZxW9DFwrI/AAAAAAAAABI/oFgucU0TpLc/s72-c/prettywoman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-7160477793632444994</id><published>2008-10-02T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:07:14.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Dating A Shorter Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SOTjlrhQnqI/AAAAAAAAABA/kpKkqsnjgY0/s1600-h/Napoleonbonaparte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252573301897731746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SOTjlrhQnqI/AAAAAAAAABA/kpKkqsnjgY0/s400/Napoleonbonaparte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same place where I have met a lot of nice people one day I’m receiving a letter from a man without a picture. Usually if they don’t have pictures there is a note stating a supply of picture via some other resources. He did not mention any of those. I do not consider myself shallow, but I did want to see how he looked like. Week later I saw a picture in his profile. First thing I have noticed was his big nose, and believe it or not I always had a respect for people with big noses. I just have a feeling that an owner of big nose must be a nice person. Two conversations over the phone made me believe in my theory even more. Being an attorney he knew to speak the right thing and was very truthful. The first date we had was a very nice restaurant I liked and he let me pick that. I was never one of those girls who have a list of restaurants they go only and they always want to be the one who picks. I prefer man to take charge in that department.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He arrived earlier or maybe on time, but I was late ( last date I had I was early for twenty minutes and did not know what to do). He was sitting at the table and I went there without him to come and inviting me. We had a wonderful food and conversation went well. Certainly after ten minutes of first glance you know if you would like to have a second date or not. Doubts came to me after we stood up. He was much shorter than me. I got embarrassed as we were walking though the tables. He was very nice and polite and I was concerned about my face, specifically my facial expression. I did not want to hurt the guy and show my embarrassment on my face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 5’6 and his profile details were telling 5’6 as well, so I did not wear heels and still he was much shorter than me. He did not call me, but wrote me a note asking if I want to have another date. Two days later I got sick and when I told him that he asked me if I don’t want to see him again I can tell him that honestly and he will understand. I felt really bad for the guy. I assumed he had that situation before. I don’t know if it is women who feel more secure behind the tall guy or him thinking nobody wants a short guy. While I was sick my ex called me asking for a second chance and since I loved him dearly and missed him a lot, the answer was positive. I don’t know if I was lying to myself or just hoping he had changed but I wanted to love him again forgetting all those short and strange guys. So our first short date was the last date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-7160477793632444994?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/7160477793632444994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=7160477793632444994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7160477793632444994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/7160477793632444994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/10/dating-shorter-guy.html' title='Dating A Shorter Guy'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SOTjlrhQnqI/AAAAAAAAABA/kpKkqsnjgY0/s72-c/Napoleonbonaparte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-35058455217781940</id><published>2008-10-01T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:50:24.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>One Of  The Reasons Of Divorce Is Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SOPUZaBSi0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/UiaSET2a__w/s1600-h/divorce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252275123390679874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SOPUZaBSi0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/UiaSET2a__w/s400/divorce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I promised you earlier that I will talk about my ex-husband and all those family issues. Psychotherapists talk about all kinds of issues today, they even create issues that are not issues. But is you think they are the main issues themselves. Divide the word psychotherapist into three parts Psycho- the- rapist and you will see that the only issue is themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I don’t like them, they truly serve to our society and try to make it mentally healthier, just waiting when it’s all will work. Anyway, back to my own issues that overload my brain box. It has been almost 6 years and by now I can assure you that I am over it and can provide 98% truthful information. He was young and handsome when we just met. We were friends for almost a year and his best friend became my best friend, I will talk about him in the section of my best friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women have intuition that most of the species lack, and with the help of the same sense I felt he wanted to date me himself when other friend was introducing me his friends as potential that I would consider to date. Time passes by, he keeps quiet. One cold February evening he invites me to his apartment. Being friends for so long with both of them I have been to their places on various occasions, this time was very special. I did not know about it however. I had no doubt of other people coming. 20:30 we were alone, my body trembles under the warm sweater. Wonderful dinner, movie that none of us is watching. Oh, I forgot I had an ice-cream! Believe me, it was part of the plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-35058455217781940?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/35058455217781940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=35058455217781940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/35058455217781940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/35058455217781940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-of-reasons-of-divorce-is-marriage.html' title='One Of  The Reasons Of Divorce Is Marriage'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SOPUZaBSi0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/UiaSET2a__w/s72-c/divorce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-5633301893522736723</id><published>2008-09-30T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:59:31.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>You Have No New Messages</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SOKTHdTWFJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ko-nD2aYJak/s1600-h/cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251921871801554066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SOKTHdTWFJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ko-nD2aYJak/s400/cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My philosophy professor was a very funny and sarcastic man. He mentioned to all 80% of female population of the class in one of his lectures that if you met a guy and you exchanged numbers- do not call him first. Let him call you, if not he will never call, no matter how you guard the phone 24/7. Now, after so many years I still remember what he said and try to follow his wise advice. My answering machine was constantly telling me with it’s rude and snobbish voice “You have no new messages!”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women pay attention to all minor details, that is why they age faster and experience all kinds of temper changes that some people call “she became such a b!”. That explains everything. Just one new nice message a day could change her day, maybe a week or even life. Would you go to your female dentist if she have been hearing no new messages whole week? Me neither. Coming from a culture where woman never makes the first step I was quite concerned if I should call first or wait, especially I heard enough about men who sit behind the screen and can type anything you want to hear, but then afraid to call you. So forget about meeting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feminists were fighting for the rights of women to vote, to lead, to make their own choices, but what about simple phone call? Did they think about it? What would they say? Since they want everybody be at the same level of rights and responsibilities they would say it does not matter. Then it becomes subject of ethics or more of common sense. I heard common sense is no longer common nowadays. I might be wrong, but I’m very open minded to any ideas and suggestions, because I’m waiting for a call. And cannot make it myself yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-5633301893522736723?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/5633301893522736723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=5633301893522736723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/5633301893522736723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/5633301893522736723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-have-no-new-messages.html' title='You Have No New Messages'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SOKTHdTWFJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ko-nD2aYJak/s72-c/cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-889845977330749474</id><published>2008-09-29T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:05:36.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Love Of My Life or Oh, That Old Feeling Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SOE0ycfFQcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qx1yrBcKmDE/s1600-h/romance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251536681735373250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SOE0ycfFQcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qx1yrBcKmDE/s400/romance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every woman has at least one man in her life she was flying with in the clouds. So far I had two. Maybe some have ten, who knows? Have anybody experienced a feeling that by every person that comes into your life you say to yourself “He is the one!”. Women in their twenties say it more often, probably than women in their fifties. What about in between? Two controversies come to meet as the time passes by: “I am getting older” and “Life is just starting”. Which one is correct? It all depends on situation, people I socialize with. And I would advice to stay as far away as possible from people who complain all the time and who are depressed all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is not normal, they feed themselves complaining, they get charged from you. So when I am around joyful people life is just starting and world laughs with me, not at me and sun shines for me not causing skin cancer. That what I felt when I met second great love of my life, or as I was getting mature every year, I said to myself that is was actually one and only love of my life. How did I know? How I was so sure? I don’t know… You just have to feel it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are all romantics, yes, I mean women and men also. I bet behind that man who is mowing your lawn and a man who is sitting right now in his private jet to go to Italian opera in Rome there is same ideal date and woman they secretly want to put on the pedestal and adore. There might be some differences in financial accomplishments of two of those ideas, but after all we are all romantics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So our first evening starts in one of the best sushi restaurants in South Beach and after we go to enjoy the view of the city and the bay. Believe me, he was all ready: two crystal glasses and bottle of wine. The night should have ended with a kiss, no other way. On our way back I felt pity for the night was over and felt I was Cinderella again. The dream was almost over. The chemistry was in the first two seconds. Why the good things finish so fast?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rides on the back of his motorcycle took my breath away. At those moments I was physically flying. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t wish for anything but him. The Valentine’s Day was coming soon and I had my own plans how to spend it, but I guess they differ from his plans and he had to go to business trip to another city. We had a nice lunch together, but he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t give me neither a flower or chocolate. I was confused. But by the end of February a surprise was waiting for me in the form of his ex-girlfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The love of my life was too scared to face me telling this horrible news. An email or worse on online chat he tells me that his ex is pregnant and it might be him. Both of them were drunk and she does not believe in abortion. Who is she, Sara &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;’s daughter or follower? But he was sure he was never would be able to live with her. Love is gone or never been there. Considering that and my great love for him I offered my help as if we will be together, I am more than happy to adopt that child, but the condition it has been conceived worried me a bit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treat others as you want to be treated, and I wanted to be understood, forgiven and accepted as I am. Yell if you want to be yelled at. My love appreciated my move, although being shocked at my reaction. I thought you would get upset and make a scandal, he said. Yes, I did get upset, but it’s too late and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t change anything, I should make it only better if I could. We all lack basic human concepts when it comes to some decisions we have to make as we live along this show called life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-889845977330749474?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/889845977330749474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=889845977330749474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/889845977330749474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/889845977330749474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-of-my-life-or-oh-that-old-feeling.html' title='Love Of My Life or Oh, That Old Feeling Again'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SOE0ycfFQcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qx1yrBcKmDE/s72-c/romance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-2593596050749275548</id><published>2008-09-26T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:20:31.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>“David, Chair Or Monster-in-law”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SN0ZzwBsgAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZzGKiXIMQ-8/s1600-h/thoughts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250381117439901698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SN0ZzwBsgAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZzGKiXIMQ-8/s400/thoughts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, now I found a very nice apartment with a beautiful view I need some furniture. First I thought of Ikea, but before that decided to give a chance to local brands. Sofa, boudoir, and some accessories. I don’t want to tell the name of the store because all single women will rush there after what I saw there. No, not a sofa or boudoir, not even close. Something much better.&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the stature of David by Michelangelo? Amazing, isn’t it? So I have seen it alive, and in furniture store! Again, I’m not telling you the location. No. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, his name was Al and I came home not only with my furniture but also with someone who brought it and put it together. I just love furniture stores now! Not that I am looking for men with a David’s body type and looks like Keanu Reeves, but at the same time the statement that people say in my country that for man it is enough of beauty if he is a little better than a gorilla. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say men are visual and women are auditory, in other words love with their ears. It is not all true, women love little beauty as well. Anyway, back to my Apollo or David, we started dating and seeing each other once or twice a week. Considering the distance of 70 miles between us it was getting harder and harder to drive back and forth for my carpenter. That was not the only concern of mine, more was his female friends. Not that I am a jealous type, just if there is a smoke - look for a fire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never met so many people through any of my boyfriends than with him. Every week he would introduce me at least to ten new people, friends of him. I even started become thankful when they would leave us by ourselves at night. We somehow could cope there alone. Disasters strike us unwarned. My little boy’s mommy was coming to live with him. He was terrified, imagine how I felt. I should mention that I have a big experience with mother-in-laws and prefer not to go through that path again if I have a choice. So between boyfriend with a great body and looks but the one that comes in a package with a mother-in-law for me and freedom but further unfurnished apartment I have chosen the latter. It might tell something different about me than people imagine, but that was my choice and I believe it was right one. Is it right that the bets place is where we are not? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240928736451600284-2593596050749275548?l=terraincognito9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/feeds/2593596050749275548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240928736451600284&amp;postID=2593596050749275548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2593596050749275548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240928736451600284/posts/default/2593596050749275548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terraincognito9.blogspot.com/2008/09/david-chair-or-monster-in-law.html' title='“David, Chair Or Monster-in-law”'/><author><name>Terraincognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415902266417442915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SO6FLfW0LLI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyZ2PuPb9Y0/S220/lemon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SN0ZzwBsgAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZzGKiXIMQ-8/s72-c/thoughts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240928736451600284.post-8881190551725337033</id><published>2008-09-22T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:12:47.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Blindsided  By New Environment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SNhShErfTUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/g0BMJELIu-I/s1600-h/Love_comment_23.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249036093845622082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SNhShErfTUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/g0BMJELIu-I/s400/Love_comment_23.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/SNhSENgFEBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wKpnDvR8f1g/s1600-h/Love_comment_23.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The idea of writing a blog about my life have been bothering me for a long time. Every once in a while I was thinking hey, I've got to write this down, tell the world. Do only women have this feeling to let everybody know what is going on in their life? Do men feel that necessity as well? If only men knew how it is important to talk about all issues, they wouldn't have issues like heart attack and middle life crisis. I would like to come back to this subject later, but now it's time to talk about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who am I? Where am I from, and what am I doing with my life?&lt;br /&gt;I'm 24 year old pretty Asian girl looking for a meaning of all existence and trying to find a reason of all that. I've come from a small country in Central Asia, at the present being sucked by strong neighbors and globalization. There are over hundred languages disappearing every day, so should I be worried about that? Or would I help anyhow? Unfortunately, no. I might be called a betrayer, since I have left my country and came to find my happiness and luck in a country where anybody can dream and actually achieve their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you how it all started. Even if I would work days and nights I wouldn't get any further in my career or some personal achievements in my country. Why? Because you need connections, money or be involved in some kind of crime. Pure ambitions will not take you far. So what would a young, pretty, relatively smart and intelligent girl do without all those assets?! The answer came when I met my first boyfriend who was much older than me. He started taking care of my basic needs even without me telling him. I liked that a lot. Who wouldn't?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was early morning, so he made a wonderful start of my day. I still feel how happy I was that day. Surprises followed like mushrooms after the rain. He found me a job I needed, however the place I had my internship had a official invitation for me to work there, just the salary wasn't right. He wanted me to succeed and be happy with myself. Next was a brand new cell phone I enjoyed playing with, then pair of shoes I was dreaming about. Besides that, every date was a fashionable upscale restaurant. He had his own business and could afford all those luxuries I wouldn't have idea about. So what did I bring into the relationship? My love, devotion and being there for him whenever he needed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he was showering me with gifts and all kinds of finer things and taking me places I wanted the relationship to move to the next level and ask him for some kind of proof or commitment. I knew he loved me and I loved him too, but something was wrong. Every time I wanted to talk about serious side, about what we were doing next he would become quiet and think a lot. I didn't want to lose a boyfriend all the girls I knew were dreaming about. And I kept postponing that subject. All my girl friends were jealous and they had benefited quite a lot as well. Hey, they got to go to nice places as well, see things we saw only on TV and dine in the best restaurants of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon or later it should have happened. We had very serious talk. I couldn't believe what he told me. The ground started slipping under my foot. He said he was M-A-R-R-I-E-D!!! All kind of thoughts were flying around in my brain, but I couldn't talk, I was paralyzed. He was married, all this time I was with a married man, he has children, he has wife he spends nights with. I was jealous, betrayed, lied, insulted, and fooled like a 6 year old.&lt;br /&gt;He left me to think about it and being sorry for not telling me that truth from the beginning. His excuse was that he was too scared to lose me. Now you have lost me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew I would never date him if I knew he was married, but the temptation was stronger than any responsibilities or beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;Now here I am young and beautiful helping some 39 year old to cheat on his wife. How do you think I should feel? Will I ever be able to look straight into people's eyes and be same confident in my self and my purity.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have lost my innocence with him, no, it was lost way before with the first love of my life. Maybe if you are lucky, I will tell you more about him, but now it was dilemma that I had to resolve as soon as&lt;br /&gt;possible. The solution came by it's own. 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