New singles column

I want to announce that I have a new column for singles! Stop by and check it out. I also encourage everyone to suscribe and keep on top of updated entries. Here's the link : http://www.examiner.com/x-11867-Dallas-Singles-Guide-Examiner

Lying, cheating... Revenge!

If you can appreciate stories of women who have been used, abused and then had the final say, you'll want to read The Down and Dirty Dish on Revenge by Eva Nagorski.

The book sprung from a popular blog she wrote about a woman who finds her husband cheating. The wife took 14 days of revenge doing everything from renting a billboard, to naming a sandwhich after him ("The cheating Steven").

The book is available June 9th, or you can pre-order through Amazon.

Pick-Up/ Put Him Back Lines

Why, oh why do men try those cutesy, rediculous lines on women?? And what's worse, some of them must actually work if they haven't stopped yet! I beg you ladies, have good judement and don't reward bad pick-up lines... For the sake of the rest of womankind. (I think situational pick-ups would count as well in this case.)

Some memorable and not so memorable moments:

- While out salsa dancing, asked by my partner:

Funky Awkward Guy: "So what's your SIGN?"

Me: "Hmm... not sure... Aries, I think" (Insert skeptical look here)

Funky Awkward Guy: "I KNEW we were destined to be together!"

Can I go now? This dance is over...

- While working as a gamer's event:

Pompous Gamer Guy: "Hey!"

Me: "Um, hi."

Pompous Gamer Guy: "So what do YOU play?"

Me: "I don't actually play video games... just working today with (sponsor deleted)."

Pompous Gamer Guy: "Well I'M really good at (insert gamer guy's favorite here). My team's doing really well because of ME! (Leaning in closer, whispering) So you're basically in the presence of greatness... it might rub off on you."

Oh my God! Well you didn't tell me THAT! I can't breathe.... go away?

- While walking down the street to a photo shoot wearing a bridal gown:

Cocky Street Guy: (Getting down on one Knee) "Will you marry ME?"

Me: "Tomorrow, hun... always tomorrow."

If I WERE a bride, which he wouldn't have known. Why on earth would you, even jokingly, propose on a street corner to her? Is that supposed to be cute?

Time

This time, time is
Hanging over and around us
Pushing apart to the eventual
Of together

Poking and taunting this time
Time is
Feeding to the fear of uncertain
Laughing in the face of decision
Picking up the past cruelties of its faults
To hurl back again

So certain of what was going to be
Until the shifting wind
Steered into the haze
Of time

Yesterday, Today, and the Past 25 Years

(Note: My mother and I have always been at odds. We are so different and so much the same. My independent nature always caused us to butt heads and her words would fly. We are in and out of contact, and I turned to art and writing to let out the built up emotion from conversations and letters. The quoted portion is excerpts from a letter she wrote me, based on a conversation we'd had. The bottom is part of my response.)


"...through a lot for several years...

past relationships... antics... living... moving away... not come to your wedding...

What you do doesn't matter any more... frankly, I don't give a damn. Mom"



We find ourselves, as always, standing on the edge of a deep deep crevice. Always looking into the void that looms in between.