Blogs are social suicide waiting to happen.

I'm bound to make a mistake. Change my story, exaggerate a fact, forget a detail... all of those things that humans do on a regular basis, sometimes without noticing.

For that reason alone, I refuse to post (personal) relationship information on my blog. Does that make me boring? No. And, F you. It makes me responsible. It says to me that I respect the bond I might have with another person well enough to leave our details offline, away from Google's sneaky search algorithms that seem to find the tiniest detail. The detail that comes out at exactly the wrong time... at work, in a new friendship, or to your parents, even.

I've been fired from a job (after I quit) because I mentioned that the following Friday would be my last day at (insert specific company name here). Since my blog was not private, the company considered it to be slanderous to write about them in ANY manner in my blog, and that I would be better off finishing my last two weeks of work from home. After I surrender keys and badge, of course...

If I have to hear one more news story, read one more whiny blog, or hear ONE MORE friend cry over posting information (that may or may not be in their best interest) and receiving the consequences, I might blow my lid. At the very least, I'm not listening anymore. Stop making stupid decisions and perhaps... well, maybe stupid things will stop happening to you!

Also, unrequited love is more common that love that works. Love alone is not enough. Give me loyalty and compassion. Love begins with caring about others more than you care about yourself. Putting the needs of others in front of yours when it matters. Learn how to balance your energy so that you have enough for both yourself and your mate. You're no good to anyone if you're limp and lifeless... what ever happened to the idea of finding my "better half"? Is all hope lost?

Reading anonymous letters to blogger's unrequited loves has made me laugh at most people, cry for a few of them, and genuinely hope that I find my better half. Since I don't have a better half, I can write a letter to what I hope they may be...

To my better half,

We're smart enough to know that love is not enough alone. We know we can't read each others minds. We respect each other because we're both intelligent, funny, and worldly. We love to travel, and love to stay home, all in moderation. I care about your day, and how you're feeling, but don't feel the need to constantly talk about it, which you find refreshing. You fall in love with me because after learning your favorite candy on our first date, I come prepared to our second date (at a movie we'll both like). You enjoy the company of my friends, and I enjoy your goofy friends. We will inevitably do some of the things couples do... Hikes, camping, BBQ with friends, weekend trips, road trips, and painting my kitchen/bath/bedroom or whatever may need painting at the time... :)

We're not with any organized religion, we're both politically interested, open-minded. We might like to watch things like the Presidential Debates and get our kicks at the expense Fox News, but my DVR is also full of shows... the office, days of our lives (which i won't force you to watch, don't worry), my name is earl, various travel channel and history channel programs, entourage, psych, and Paris Hilton's My New BFF. Yes, I'm serious. I'm also the right mix of smart, sassy, sweet, and successful. I believe in myself and am excited for the twists and turns that life provides. I'm looking for someone... a partner in crime, if you will, to navigate the road with me.

And I put out.
Yes, really.
Once you've proven yourself to be reliable, forthright, and at least 2 of the things I mentioned above. Now, wait for it... I just chased away 99% of the men that might have had a chance with me. The last 1% wears tighty whities, which requires a prompt and quiet exit from my dating life. Tighty whities haunt me in my dreams and are not what my potential sexy man should wear for my viewing pleasure. *shudder*

Dating is meant to expose you to different people, of which some may be worthy of my love, right? I think I'm going to wait til I heal a bit more before I attempt that. It sounds like this might be a lot of work.