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 I'm way behind on my goal to have 52 first dates this year or until i find the love of my life.

Yes.  Thats the goal.

I figure after a year of this "trying" by saying "yes" to men that ask me out, I can never look back and say i didn't give it my best shot.

Because after this year, i'm off the hook.

I said i'd say "yes" to new dates, not that i would settle.

Okay, that said - still yapping with Mr. Music and one of my conversations on FB dating has moved to text with yet another musician. I'll call him New York, because that's where he lives.

He got me with Lemmy. 

Cool to talk to, but he's another metal guy and doesnt seem to be sweet AT ALL.  He's what you'd expect i guess.  His facebook is all "fuck off" and "I don't care about your feelings"....Greeeaaaaatttttt.  I mean he seems very nice so far, but..........we'll see.

I'm really over the bad attitude guys.  But at the same time, i'm not into passive men either.  

My algorithm must be all rockers.  The guys that "like" me look like they live in their mothers basement.  

If i can manage to live on my own and take care of myself then i expect that from any man i would date.  I don't think that's setting the bar too high. 

Getting together with friends again this weekend for a shenanigans gathering.  We are eating corned beef and cabbage and shepherds pie along with all the other stuff. 

Corned beef isn't from Ireland.  It's what the Irish immigrants could afford to eat when they moved to the USA.  It was the cheapest cut of meat you could get. Just like pigs feet and collards- soul food comes from slaves in the south- they made the best of what they got which was the leftovers. 

I'm wondering what mexican food will be the favorite "traditional" dish in the future?  or Haitian? Pakistani? All the groups of people we disparage now, treat like they are less than us, what food will we associate with them once we start hating someone else instead?

Iceland is looking really good to me lately.  

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