<?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-4574316655053716723</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:35:16.838-08:00</updated><category term='guy'/><category term='walmart'/><category term='men'/><category term='super hero'/><category term='nerd'/><title type='text'>Platipuses</title><subtitle type='html'>Celibate on the Rez- an 'Adventures through Dating' blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platipuses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4574316655053716723/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platipuses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Platipuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18120103481796304748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JyerYefJagI/S2H0TEkJpmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CXew-5t2t9g/S220/iusa_50x50.6343779.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574316655053716723.post-3319358389392463277</id><published>2010-10-15T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T09:38:32.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOOPS--</title><content type='html'>I haven't been keeping up on this Blogger, I am doing it on &lt;a href="http://platikiss.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;, if you'd rather.... But here's the skinny on a date I went on Sunday October 10th.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                       &lt;div class="blog_text"&gt;&lt;p&gt;--It was awesome. We just walked around  Front street/the Water front for hours, talking and laughing about nerd  stuff. Getting lame excited about the new Harry Potter movie. :3&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then it started raining, so we went into the little Italian place on the water front. I ordered an &lt;strong&gt;ITALIAN&lt;/strong&gt; soda, and it was just awful. D: I make better &lt;strong&gt;ITALIAN&lt;/strong&gt; sodas than that &lt;strong&gt;ITALIAN&lt;/strong&gt;  restaurant, I’m just saying. BUT I digress. If the restaurant weren’t  closing we’d have stayed there, because it started to rain again. But we  stood outside for a while looking and acting shady. Everyday, baby.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We needed something to do that wasn’t out in the cold horrible  weather, so we went to Central Market, and ran into his friend/friends  girlfriend, which was strange. When we went back to his car, his  friend/friends girlfriend was parked diagonally from us. They rolled  down their windows and started talking to each other. Something like  this was said:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“What are you doing tonight?” -date&lt;br /&gt;“Sleeping.” -friend&lt;br /&gt;“Together?” -date&lt;br /&gt;“Separate beds in the same room” -friends girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;“Are you two sleeping together?” -friend&lt;br /&gt;*DIES OF EMBARRASSMENT!!!* -me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/Platipuses/004.jpg" width="510" height="666" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hahaha, omg it was so funny.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lots of other funny stuff happened. And… yeah. When I was leaving, I  told him to text me. And I was like, “not when you’re driving though.”  and then I left and got a text from him when I got to my car. Good  times.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is six hours normal for a first date? I don’t even know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am going out with him again this Sunday. I haven't been on a second date in a really long time. I am really scared I am going to fuck this up. I like him. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574316655053716723-3319358389392463277?l=platipuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platipuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3319358389392463277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platipuses.blogspot.com/2010/10/whoops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4574316655053716723/posts/default/3319358389392463277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4574316655053716723/posts/default/3319358389392463277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platipuses.blogspot.com/2010/10/whoops.html' title='WHOOPS--'/><author><name>Platipuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18120103481796304748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JyerYefJagI/S2H0TEkJpmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CXew-5t2t9g/S220/iusa_50x50.6343779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574316655053716723.post-5683005112940335368</id><published>2010-09-20T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T10:27:55.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walmart- pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There is another really cute guy that works at Walmart. He and I  click amazingly. The first time I talked to him, we were talking about  the movie 'Get Him to the Greek' I said I hadn't seen it cuz I had no  one to go with, then he said, "Yeah, my girlfriend didn't want to go see  it with me."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SADFACE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I always  make sure to go through his line when I see him there, we talk, like  we've known each other forever. He folds my receipts into paper air  planes. I assumed he did this for everyone, but my sister was behind me  in line last night, he did it for me, but not for her. My soul was all  like- :3 just like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574316655053716723-5683005112940335368?l=platipuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platipuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5683005112940335368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platipuses.blogspot.com/2010/09/walmart-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4574316655053716723/posts/default/5683005112940335368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4574316655053716723/posts/default/5683005112940335368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platipuses.blogspot.com/2010/09/walmart-pt-2.html' title='Walmart- pt. 2'/><author><name>Platipuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18120103481796304748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JyerYefJagI/S2H0TEkJpmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CXew-5t2t9g/S220/iusa_50x50.6343779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574316655053716723.post-1999610531296520957</id><published>2010-09-16T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T10:11:40.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super hero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walmart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerd'/><title type='text'>My life on Punk'd- the Walmart situasion:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blog_text"&gt;&lt;p&gt;This happened to me recently.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There’s a guy that works at my local Walmart. He stocks the dairy  area, I’ve noticed him a few times and thought, “he is really cute.”  Strawberry blond hair, adorable black rimmed glasses, big dark eyes…  Totally &lt;strong&gt;MY TYPE&lt;/strong&gt;. I could feel it in my bones, he would be my Clark Kent.&lt;br /&gt;As  luck would have it, one of my friends works there too, so I started to  ask Cory, my friend, to get some information for me. Being the awesome  cat that he is, Cory got the info I needed- &lt;strong&gt;SINGLE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I go up to him one night after work, as he’s stocking the yogurt. He  asked if I needed help finding anything. I said, “no. BUT, I just    wanted to let you know, I like your glasses. They make you look like a    super hero.” OK, That’s not THAT weird, right?!!! Fucking adorable is    what that is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Superman?" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/Platipuses/231.jpg" width="329" height="252" /&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But here’s what happened next: He stares at  me for about two  seconds, and then….. He continues  stocking the  shelf. And I just stand  there, like, “what…. just happened to me….” so, I go to the  other side   of him to pretend to look at yogurt, WAITING for him to say   something-&lt;em&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/em&gt;! He doesn’t….. So I leave.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I prepared myself for if it went wonderfully, and we talked, and I  prepared myself for if it went awful and he said, “thanks but I have a  girlfriend” or… whatever. I never even thought about the “What if  he  just stares at me and says nothing at all and it’s totally awkward and I  feel like a creeper.” So I really didn’t know  what to do or feel at  the time… now? I feel like a fucking  idiot.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think my life is just one long episode of Punk’d.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574316655053716723-1999610531296520957?l=platipuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platipuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1999610531296520957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platipuses.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-life-on-punkd-walmart-situasion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4574316655053716723/posts/default/1999610531296520957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4574316655053716723/posts/default/1999610531296520957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platipuses.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-life-on-punkd-walmart-situasion.html' title='My life on Punk&apos;d- the Walmart situasion:'/><author><name>Platipuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18120103481796304748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JyerYefJagI/S2H0TEkJpmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CXew-5t2t9g/S220/iusa_50x50.6343779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574316655053716723.post-4621953522447129128</id><published>2010-09-14T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T09:39:40.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning.</title><content type='html'>I have been single for a while now. No real boyfriend for well over a year, which at 23 years old is a total punch in the face.&lt;br /&gt;September 5th rolled around and I decided that there is exactly 3 months till my 24th birthday- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's Get A Boyfriend!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my goal, by my 24th birthday [December 5th] I will have had/be in a relationship, with am awesome guy. And I will journal my progress/encounters here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get. Ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4574316655053716723-4621953522447129128?l=platipuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platipuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4621953522447129128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platipuses.blogspot.com/2010/09/beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4574316655053716723/posts/default/4621953522447129128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4574316655053716723/posts/default/4621953522447129128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platipuses.blogspot.com/2010/09/beginning.html' title='The Beginning.'/><author><name>Platipuses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18120103481796304748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JyerYefJagI/S2H0TEkJpmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CXew-5t2t9g/S220/iusa_50x50.6343779.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
