tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13606486887516745172011-10-19T12:14:13.371-07:00So now you saw my home page and likely feel stirred up to tell everyone your own stories! Post them here, ask me questions or feel free to leave commentsJennycurlnoreply@blogger.comBlogger471100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-67800675938287817162010-01-17T09:31:00.001-08:002010-01-17T09:31:29.875-08:00

I know in my post tonight I wrote about my mother. And I also know you don't care, but out of respect to her I must tell you that she is a caring, wonderful, and not completely crazy woman. I have exaggerated a bit and made her out to sound a wee bit crazier than she is because I am a writer and I have to make it exciting. All in all, she is whacky indeed. She had us do the most random things as

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-38764730347374261722010-01-15T19:32:00.000-08:002010-01-15T19:33:22.939-08:00

My parents were poor. Okay, not like broke trash, but we could definitely say times were tough. Nothing was likely harder than trying to raise four kids during those tough times. But despite not possessing much money, my parents gave us everything they possibly could; their time, their love, their commitment to raise us right, in hopes of making our future just a little bit brighter. Perhaps

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-24717558240674135832010-01-07T19:43:00.000-08:002010-01-07T19:44:38.333-08:00

Hi all,So I am going to try something a little different. I have been writing about men, the dirt, the dish, the highs, the lows - for three years. Though I am going to guess there are more stories to come (though gosh I could use a break from bad dates for some time), I am going to shift gears a bit. I want to see if perhaps I have the talent to write in other areas. I am not sure it will spark

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-77949411550156178992010-01-03T08:45:00.000-08:002010-01-03T08:46:10.823-08:00

So after watching both Twilight and New Moon, (and may I add absolutely loving both), it occurred to me what my issue with men is! In fact, it is so obvious! Sit down, set your mind and ears straight, prepare yourself...for....I have been dating superheroes!WOW! I mean isn't it obvious? In the first movie Edward, the aloof, sexy vampire swept Bella off her feet. He said and did all the right

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-58670856577489084502010-01-03T08:27:00.000-08:002010-01-03T08:45:00.761-08:00

It’s funny, who really believes in horoscopes? For all of you that know me, you already know that I DO!!! But pretty much since December 28th, I’ve been feeling different. They say the New Year and birthdays bring change to life. If you ask me, that is total BS. I mean hellooo, any day can bring change…but interestingly this time, it really happened on my birthday. Perhaps because for the

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-58663568655677678172010-01-02T23:43:00.000-08:002010-01-02T23:44:27.547-08:00

It’s funny, who really believes in horoscopes? For all of you that know me, you already know that I DO!!! But funny, that pretty much since December 28th, I’ve been feeling different. They say the New Year and birthdays bring change to life. If you ask me, that is total BS. I mean hellooo, any day can bring change…but interestingly this time, it really happened on my birthday. Perhaps because for

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-65897014550343954832009-12-24T13:21:00.000-08:002009-12-24T13:22:05.769-08:00

I learned something fantastic last night. In fact, I couldn’t believe I’d never noticed it before. There are more proper ways for a man and woman’s bodies to come together than I believe we often realize. I’m not talking sex here people, pull your mind out of the gutter. But interestingly, when you are close to someone or looking to make a bond to someone, it feels more comfortable to hug

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-20016753747536312302009-12-24T13:20:00.000-08:002009-12-24T18:41:00.710-08:00

“Gina, can you please take these tickets outside to the guy that wants them from Craigslist? I have a meeting to go to,” I told her with pen and notepad in hand.“What? NO! You do it moto, you never know where or when you will meet a man, so NO! You won’t be late for your meeting, and you just may meet your glory guy!” Put out, I threw the notepad down and raced outside to hand over the stubs.

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-41025335453956360822009-12-09T20:40:00.001-08:002009-12-09T20:41:11.101-08:00

It was clear to everyone that I had recently been shut down by a man. When the waiter approaches your table and offers you fresh ground pepper and all you can think of is jerk seasoning, there is madness in the air. Jamaican Jerk Seasoning is traditionally applied to pig and chicken (interesting since these are also two types of men). So when exactly does something need seasoning? Think of it

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-11607374737434489972009-12-08T16:41:00.000-08:002009-12-08T16:43:13.761-08:00

What is it about the word…commitment…that sends men running for the hills? In fact, we as women do not even have to say the word. We can simply say, “Okay what time will you be over tonight?” and a man hears, “How long before you commit your entire manhood to me?” Apparently, I am constantly making this mistake. I hang out with a guy and suddenly, he takes me for the girl who wants to get

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-37984878668053461062009-12-02T17:56:00.000-08:002009-12-03T09:39:33.524-08:00

…and the sharp point has ripped a new hole in my heart.“You order the wine, this night is about you and whatever you want.”I smiled and felt the warm fuzzies inside. “Okay, then I pick the C***ds A***w Pinot Noir,” I told him, laughing at the boldness that even surprised myself.“Jenny, you cannot be serious,” he said taking the wine list.“Sure I am! I think that would be a fine start to something

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-85036571435306012972009-11-20T18:02:00.000-08:002009-11-20T18:05:14.497-08:00

Last week I went out to watch football and was fortunate enough to come across an ‘ex-player’. I’m not talking football player here, I’m talking play; master of all women, the type us women say we don’t want yet chase relentlessly because we can’t have them. Yes, this man was a recovering playa and lucky for me, he was willing to confess what a man thinks. Envision a tall black man, good

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-3059425096639400572009-11-19T14:41:00.001-08:002009-11-19T14:41:54.631-08:00

What happened to the good old days? Put your Iphone down for just a second, close your eyes and think back to the days when there was only one phone for use in your family home. Worse yet it was screwed to a wall…yes…in the kitchen…in which your mother cooking dinner could hear each.and.every.word.you.said. The days when we as kids would save up our allowance, just to go buy a 25 foot extended

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-47416563307582901102009-11-15T06:40:00.000-08:002009-11-15T06:41:25.906-08:00

I have studied quite a few religions. I can’t necessarily say I belong to one or the other but I recall an awakening moment in a Kabbalah class I took years ago. One night the instructor asked, “What do you tell yourself daily?” At the time I thought, shut up you freak. Yes, I was there trying to learn but he sang weird songs and wore some funny little hat upon his head. Appearing appalled,

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-5941482299292142942009-11-04T17:27:00.000-08:002009-12-05T13:33:52.433-08:00

A friend sent me the latest ‘O’ article today that showed the following quote:“Love, I was convinced, happened in a lust-filled instant, and there was no mistaking it for anything else.” - Anna DavidFollowing the quote was the article ‘The Realities of Love at First Sight – How fast can you really size up a partner?’Here I had just blogged a week ago about how you should always give someone a

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-80037947383612022242009-11-03T18:47:00.000-08:002009-11-03T18:49:30.115-08:00

Yesterday I was sent some random, funny quotes, and one of them genuinely hit home. It said:‘When I meet a new girl, I'm terrified of mentioning something she hasn't already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.’I read it continually, shock swarming my thoughts. OMG, what if the men I go out with already know I write dating trash? What if they Google me and up pops

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-79513778158590769182009-10-28T19:11:00.000-07:002009-10-28T19:12:51.103-07:00

That’s right ladies; you can get away with being the handicap in Bowling, she who never breaks 100. Team up with a golfer that scores 72, while you score 90 and you got yourself a handicap. Handicap a horse race, weighing down the saddle. But there are some handicaps you just don’t do. Don’t go using the handicap restroom, unless, of course you are so intoxicated that the bars bolted to the wall

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-11757105490230553082009-10-25T07:58:00.000-07:002009-10-25T08:01:42.334-07:00

What is it about first dates? I listen, I talk, I drink…and yet I just can’t see it, can’t visualize myself with this person at this time. Am I distant because of the others that race through my heads that I can’t get my hands-on? Am I a commitment phobe? Is it because suddenly I see a new, exciting world that will soon involve parties, Hollywood and completely different types of men?

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-13472295345851241902009-10-23T20:19:00.000-07:002009-10-23T20:39:41.784-07:00

PB Douche Bag - We all know at least one. And let’s face it; if you know one, then you know 20, since these guys tend to all know each other. They are the over 34 crowd that will move out of PB. They won’t leave PB for anything because they believe it is the coolest place anyone could ever want to be. The types that hang out at their favorite local bar every Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-91046290800825726312009-10-22T21:54:00.000-07:002009-10-22T22:00:56.701-07:00

It’s no wonder I’m such a fan of chocolate. I sit at my desk, already unwrapping my first piece of dark, smooth heaven, at yes, 11am. The glorious flavor coats my teeth and saplings of sugar melt into the inside of my cheeks. “Mmmmmmmmmm,” I murmur quietly to myself. My mind is suddenly free of all negative thoughts. For the moment, I escape the notion of actually catching the most

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-65275632862086698842009-01-10T20:15:00.000-08:002009-01-10T20:29:58.255-08:00

Last to get married? HA! This coming from a girl who's never been in a relationship for longer than 4 months (and that record just recently ended). Yes, my little brother who I love more than anyone other than my other little brother, has announced that he is getting married. The best part of this is that it didn't come in invitation form, no, it was found out by the combination of my nosiness

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-17226661948224464232008-11-25T20:04:00.000-08:002008-11-25T20:56:39.621-08:00

A funny thing happened today. A man expressed to me the trama that facebook, myspace and every other online showoff account caused him today. His girlfriend became so jealous of his so called 'friends' that she decided she was out, over the relationship, plain and simple. Now I'm quite sure this lies much deeper than the typical, 'but I saw a hot girl on your facebook account', but it certainly

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-58281683363658488352008-11-13T19:32:00.000-08:002008-11-13T19:58:50.551-08:00

In exactly what point of a relationship is it okay to leave a message using the "it's me" context. Let's face it, in this day of age, nearly everyone relies solely on their cell phone. Even if you do have a home phone you most certainly have caller ID, right? So then why the need to leave a message stating "Hi, it's Jenny..." rather than the simple "it's me"?Which brings me to the thought, at

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-72003801193698945162008-08-05T19:18:00.000-07:002008-11-13T20:04:15.090-08:00

Why does it hurt? It’s not supposed to when they never belonged to you in the first place…or so I thought. But did I really? Cause here I have become obsessed with yet another man who will never, ever be mine. Yup, that’s right, talking about Chris here I’ve chased hot runner man, aka Chris for how long now, 2, 2 ½ years? WOW! Yes, he replaced my Ken obsession with his own. And wasn’t it

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-14560049757084307772008-06-13T21:15:00.000-07:002008-11-13T20:20:12.274-08:00

It was a rough night. My 30th birthday didn't exactly end up as planned, alone in my overly priced hotel suite because the guy I was dating at the time suddenly decided he didn't want a relationship...not now...not ever. So yes, crying myself to sleep on the night I had so looked forward to was rough. But hey, this is life in the thirties, right? "Jenny!!! How you feeling? Meet us downtown

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-27672903798826987322007-12-25T22:45:00.000-08:002007-12-25T23:01:37.571-08:00

Sorry all...I know I already mentioned I had met a "nice" guy. Yes, I indeed had. Not that I don't still think he is a wonderful, capable human being. But even though we were completely compatible and he made me smile ear to ear...it didn't end up being right. I won't go into details on this guy, sorry. He doesn't deserve to be written about. What I can tell you is I keep wondering if I should

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-43667235376592922862007-12-25T22:42:00.000-08:002007-12-25T22:43:12.995-08:00

There was a time (which I'm sure most of you can easily believe), that I relied on tarot cards, palm readers, angel followers and psychics to inform me of my future. Of course I still respect these types of wisdom, but this coming year I am going to try harder than ever to allow the Universe, God, Buddha, or whomever it is out there to lead me in the right direction. See maybe you are already in

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-23628195137660750722007-12-09T19:03:00.000-08:002007-12-09T19:09:29.004-08:00

Today is the day. It is the first day of the rest of my life. Things like this don’t happen all the time. I have been chasing hot runner man for over a year and when I’m finally ready to give up, it happens….just like that! I have to believe it is for a reason.What am I going to wear? I wake up terribly early after a night of getting absolutely zero sleep. I want to look great, you know,

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-84368049246901132682007-12-09T18:54:00.001-08:002007-12-09T18:54:55.522-08:00

Today I am going to strive to get back to being normal. I officially decided so in the gym room shower. I’m washing my hair clean of my lust for hot runner man. After all, I haven’t spotted him in weeks. He likely even forgot who I am. Going forward I’m going to the gym, powering in a workout and then getting out. I won’t scan the machines for hot runner man, or gaze at the clock wondering

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-20054770439915928462007-12-09T18:18:00.000-08:002007-12-09T18:20:09.835-08:00

I'm sorry for not posting in a long time. Fact of the matter is, I met a nice guy. One with manners who opens the door for me and says thank you. I'm still going to write, keep you all in the loop on things that have happened over the last year but that is why I haven't been online for awhile.

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-80537477431900800812007-11-04T11:17:00.000-08:002007-11-04T11:20:16.434-08:00

I may not have an agent or publisher yet but I'm still dating and in turn collecting stories. I'd had a vision that by writing this book I would raise the bar for how men should act when they like a lady. I had hoped there may even be one great guy out there who found me and thought, "Wow, this girl has got it going on; I should date her!" But sadly I have found just the opposite. It's as if

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-89596753983256392582007-10-17T21:29:00.000-07:002007-10-17T21:43:46.196-07:00

Now that Chris and I actually know one another’s names it seems we are seeing a lot more of each other...at the gym! What do you know? I don't see the guy or his running partner for weeks at a time and then I'm fortunate enough to see him three days in a row. Is it fate? Why not consider it to be just that?I look quickly at the ground as Chris enters the front door. I don't want him to think

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-66412234209863091852007-10-12T22:22:00.000-07:002007-10-12T22:45:37.353-07:00

Jenn is right. No more obsessing over hot runner man. Gosh I don’t even know his name! How can I possibly spend one more day thinking he could potentially be the one? It’s just ridiculous. Why does this feel like a "Ken" situation all over again?So starting today there will be no more flitting around the gym, praying for hot runner man to take just one glance at me. And certainly no more

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-30343649926210837162007-10-11T21:59:00.000-07:002007-10-17T22:28:51.445-07:00

There he is, being his normal great self. I see him coming towards me while I attempt another chin up. And just like that number eight feels like 20. My hands tremble and my palms nearly lose their grip, beaded with sweat."Come on girl, stomach in and squeeze your gluts." It’s just like him to march right up and instruct me on how to have better form.I grunt out one last chin up and jump to

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-36727083196218975182007-10-09T18:58:00.000-07:002007-10-09T19:00:29.597-07:00

I can’t walk around and pretend to not notice hot runner man anymore. As a matter of fact, I need to put an end to calling him hot runner man. Well, soon that is. I’m going to make it a point to talk to him. Today maybe. Yes today. I will just march right up to him at the gym and say, “Hello, hot runner man. My name is Jenny.”Let’s face it; I already know we would be a good match. I mean

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-58066208554682142852007-10-07T17:46:00.000-07:002007-10-07T17:48:27.609-07:00

Becky and I went to Street Scene. For those of you who don’t know, Street Scene is a really a huge concert festival with on average 50 performers a day. The concerts were good. As always, I was in love with Snoop Dawg. But the biggest highlight of the day came down to three little words known as “Hot Runner Man” It’s early still, maybe around 5:00pm; light enough to easily make our way around

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-54292367906271161182007-10-06T19:53:00.001-07:002007-10-06T21:00:23.924-07:00

I get his email mid week: I want to see you. I know you enjoy being outside and walking so meet me at the Shelter Island Pier Saturday. Let's walk, catch up, have fun.Finally! An actual meeting apart from email Sounds great! I'll be there at 1pm. Looking forward to seeing you! It's Saturday and I am nervous driving to the Shelter Island pier that I had to look up online to

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-77357129767574075612007-10-03T18:40:00.000-07:002008-01-04T14:22:41.879-08:00

I wonder. Is it better for me to have a small crush on five different men then it is to have a huge crush on just one? I mean increases my chances of actually dating one of them, right? Or do I go from enjoying one of them to the next, constantly running away from a commitment that I am subconciously terrified of? Am I afraid to have a relationship? No, no I'm definitely not. Am I afraid of

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-86172993811686129242007-10-02T21:00:00.000-07:002007-10-02T21:26:16.217-07:00

Ken was at the gym tonight. For those of you that only follow my blogs and don't know who Ken is, well Ken is what I have thought of as my soul mate (if soul mates really do exist) for about seven years. I don't see him often. And when I do one or the other of us is dating someone else. He intimidates me and yet intrigues me just the same. He can turn me on just giving me the small smile he

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-25206140570532245482007-10-01T20:29:00.001-07:002007-10-01T21:00:56.668-07:00

The gym went well today! So I didn’t really talk to hot runner man! Why lie, I didn’t even mumble one single word to him. But his running partner went out of his way to be friendly. That’s something, isn’t it?There they are. Hot runner man and friend are working their abs on the stomach curling machine. One look and my palms are sweating. I’m just going to casually walk by, why not? I’m

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-52089170305840677422007-10-01T20:26:00.000-07:002007-10-01T20:55:55.000-07:00

It’s funny how we can truly manifest the things we want. Though we must really be careful of what we ask for.Sandy and I begin our nightly festivities in Pacific Beach at Moondoggies bar. It has already been a long day of listening to music in the sunshine and standing in far too long of lines for beers. Hence, we have decided to take our party elsewhere and grab a bite to eat.“We’ll start

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-59976774590996893602007-09-30T15:58:00.000-07:002007-09-30T16:20:46.261-07:00

I saw hot runner man again today. What is it about him? I see him and my knees shake and my palms get all sweaty. Yet I have not said a word to him since that day I saw him in Starbucks. Sure, I walk by him and his jogging partner and give a little wave, but that's it. That's the gist of it. I'm just going to check out the latest guys on match.crap. I will never join that cult again but

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-10717468200251727552007-09-23T20:55:00.000-07:002007-09-23T21:18:37.818-07:00

Ode to Jenn, my very dear friend, who may live far away but likely knows me better than anyone else ever has."It will happen Jenny," she reminds me after I her bring her up to speed on my latest dating disaster. "I think you need to start looking for average guys though. No more of these ego centered guys from the gym. And maybe give yourself a break on the men you meet in other countries. I

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-64959960514821299042007-09-23T20:24:00.000-07:002007-09-23T21:00:52.176-07:00

Let's face it, I have a crush. It takes quite a bit for me to start liking someone but it takes even more for me to stop. So I'm a little nervous on this one. And wouldn't you know he's from the gym, shoot! I have got to stop with gym men.I remember the first time I saw him. Busy with my weights routine I glanced up, spotting he and his friend entering the gym. Both in casual business

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-62365195949926848982007-09-19T17:16:00.000-07:002007-09-19T18:00:41.528-07:00

Uh oh...it's starting to happen. I'm running into the guys I wrote about. I suppose I thought I'd stay under the radar but that is proving to be very untrue.The first time happened the other night. My friend Dan is in town for the weekend and wants some of us to meet him for a glass of wine. "Why not? I'd love to see you!" I respond, anticipating meeting up for one drink and then heading out.

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-57553269957323305612007-08-17T07:08:00.001-07:002007-09-17T19:36:21.115-07:00

Please share any comments, questions or stories you have here.

Jennycurlnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360648688751674517.post-62306391748153580572007-07-15T22:15:00.000-07:002007-09-17T19:15:25.568-07:00

I am out on a night I don’t want to be out. You know, those nights you’re leaning against the wall so long, you think you might actually be holding the wall up? A night when everyone around you is laughing, wearing beer goggles, or flat out swapping spit on the overzealous dance floor? Yes, it seems to be one of those nights. I am over the scene, not to mention the morning hours are

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