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Thoughts and things...

Ok...found this on a friend of Stacey's blog...how eerie is this???

Tracey

Your name of Tracey makes you very idealistic and generous, with the strong desire to uplift humanity leading you into situations where you can express your desire to serve others. You want to assume responsibilities and to look after people; however, you can become too involved in other people's problems and tend to worry. Your name gives you a natural desire to express along artistic and musical lines. You desire a settled home and family life, and are expressive and attentive to your loved ones. You must be careful not to become possessive and jealous of those close to you, however, as you could attract losses and unfortunate experiences. If you attach an ideal of service to your life, you could find great happiness and could express a very beautiful, happy, responsible, artistic, and generous nature. The weakness of this name is in worry, which in turn affects the nervous system, creating a tendency to be highly strung or over-sensitive to the thoughts of others.

Freaky...

I had a date last night. It was not my last first date. Tell me...why are men complete pigs and asses when they don't get sex on the first date??? What the hell happened to getting to know someone? Is that even remotely possible in this day and age? My views and thoughts on sex has changed drastically since Darren and I broke up. I refuse to lower myself and my standards to keep a man in my life. I know there are women out there who sleep with a man on the first date. I used to be friends with such women. I no longer have those women in my life. I have my standards and sleeping with a man on the first date is just not an option for me. Just to clarify...the women who are no longer my friends were "peer pressuring" me to get laid whenever I had a first date.

So what is it with the dating scene? Is it mandatory that a woman is to give the most intimate part of herself to a man the first date? Have the rules of dating changed so drastically that we no longer value who we are as individuals and hold fast to our standards of what we want in life? I've become a woman who wants more than a quick roll in the hay. I have found that I am in the minority. None of this makes much sense to me anymore. I will meet men who "say" they have the same ideals and standards that I have but once dinner is over...their "standards" change. I'm sorry but I am not a $20.00 whore. A man cannot buy me dinner and possibly a drink and then expect me to let him put his penis in me. I had that thrown in my face once. I was told that I should have had sex with a man because he spent $60.00 on dinner. WTF??? Was she kidding??? I learned later...no she wasn't.

Are women losing all self respect that a $60 dinner is reason enough to give of themselves in a way only someone who loves them should be lucky enough to receive? I can't help but think that the answer to that question is yes.

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