What is the nature of true love?

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31070126926615038432011-04-21T19:59:40.010-07:00What is the nature of true love?Why we love, who we love, and how love defines who we are?Cowgirl Bettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670964733062560168noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107012692661503843.post-83253100856424487442008-02-09T09:59:00.000-08:002008-12-09T20:32:06.683-08:00Valentine's Day or Schmalentine's Day?

Valentines Day: you love it, you hate it. Sometimes, you feel a little of both. A lot of singletons view Valentine's Day with ire, other's use it as an excuse to celebrate themselves. Some couples stress about that special date, caring for every detail. Then, there are those hopeful expectations only to be dashed with bitter disappointment. Other couples shrug it off and order pizza to

Cowgirl Bettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670964733062560168noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107012692661503843.post-60002746813451568612008-01-24T18:36:00.000-08:002008-01-24T19:10:51.304-08:00Poll Results: What were you thinking?!

Alas, I've decided to end the long respite and start a blogging question once per week. Hence, our poll results are in for What was the dumbest thing you ever said?This last love poll inquired: Have you ever regretted saying something stupid to that special someone? It could have been a first date, it could have been after years of involvement. Most of us have wished we were less free with our

Cowgirl Bettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670964733062560168noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107012692661503843.post-4458620581463826232008-01-04T17:28:00.000-08:002008-01-06T11:09:05.987-08:00Vote Results: When did you realise it was over?

When did you know it was the beginning of the end? Was it like Seinfeld, and the refrigerator rocked a few times? Were you the last to know? Or did you end it on your terms?When the fat lady sang. 0 votes (0 percent)When you said it was over. 1 vote (20 percent)When you got dumped. 1 vote (20 percent)Gradually--then suddenly. 3 votes (60 percent)

Cowgirl Bettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670964733062560168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107012692661503843.post-41964959610386594592008-01-04T17:20:00.000-08:002008-01-06T11:17:50.162-08:00What was the dumbest thing you ever said?

In my formative college years, I once attempted to compliment my boyfriend's . . . errr . . . prowess. (Back story: He was--shall we say--diminutive in a portion of his anatomy.) I told him he was quality over quantity.Surprise, surprise. He wasn't flattered.

Cowgirl Bettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670964733062560168noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107012692661503843.post-26240009564721768302007-12-11T18:54:00.000-08:002007-12-13T10:51:55.825-08:00The Beginning of the End

This week (yes, I've been remiss in updating the question of the week) discusses when you knew it was over. It takes a while to find companions to enjoy life's adventures--often getting knocked around with a few potholes and lemon relationships. Whether or not you've found your soul mate, more than likely you've seen a few relationships end. (I'm very lucky--I found Hun and we've been geeking

Cowgirl Bettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670964733062560168noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107012692661503843.post-14401589797083096142007-11-11T07:56:00.000-08:002007-12-13T10:52:47.081-08:00First Date

I was a bit of a late bloomer. I didn't have my first real date until my freshman year of college. Throughout high school, I would hang out with my friends at prom and homecoming.That first date also turned out to be a fraternity date party and I was set up by one of my newfound friends.The guy wound up having literally one eyebrow. He bragged a lot about drinking and the joys of fraternity life

Cowgirl Bettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17670964733062560168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107012692661503843.post-86911077513694046592007-11-01T20:12:00.001-07:002007-11-01T20:20:45.654-07:00First Crush . . .

I remember my first crush . . . his name was Peter. I was 12 years old, skinny, with knobs for knees, and painfully shy. He had sea-blue eyes I could swim in.Unfortunately, Peter was also a bit of a prick. He enjoyed taunting me mercilessly, as I was one of the worst swimmers on our summer swim league. He and his gang accosted and kidnapped me at the swim league's annual surprise breakfast.

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