<?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-38550001</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:18:24.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating With A Martini Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>How much bad luck can a girl have in the world of romance??? Well, when you are me you can have quite a bit of it! For January 2007 I joined an internet dating site and have decided to keep a web journal of all of the men and dates. I will be brutal, honest and most of all very sarcastic so...The hilarity of it all has began come join and laugh as a Martini Girl tries to answer that age old question: Just how many frogs does a girl have to kiss to find her Prince?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38550001/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38550001.post-117626464219485854</id><published>2007-04-10T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T23:10:42.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am done......</title><content type='html'>I found my prince and not online either..... His mom set us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I found my prince no need to keep looking.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just have to kiss enough frogs to get the right one... they still have a few warts, a lick you sometimes but it is all worth it for the right one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38550001-117626464219485854?l=datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/117626464219485854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38550001&amp;postID=117626464219485854&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38550001/posts/default/117626464219485854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38550001/posts/default/117626464219485854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-done.html' title='I am done......'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38550001.post-117017487358680426</id><published>2007-01-30T10:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T10:34:33.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NO Dates</title><content type='html'>I have been emailing back and forth with several frogs but I haven't been on any more dates. I still hear from Patrick but the distance and my lack of eagerness can strain things. I have been busy with friends, finishing the last week of my job up and hanging out with a guy friend......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO that is my update for now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38550001-117017487358680426?l=datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/117017487358680426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38550001&amp;postID=117017487358680426&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38550001/posts/default/117017487358680426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38550001/posts/default/117017487358680426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-dates.html' title='NO Dates'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38550001.post-116952316379009050</id><published>2007-01-22T21:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T21:32:43.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Have learned While Dating Frogs.</title><content type='html'>Dating is tougher than even I realized:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my comfort zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like stabilty - even when it means being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am much more independent than I realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do well when smoothard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a spark for my attention to be held and the spark needs to last longer than 2 dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a "real" attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a manly guy..... with a good heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is such a thing as "too much of a good thing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has to be real humor and common ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just goes to show..... Mom was right all along (Don't tell her!!!). I am okay single..... and dang it I kinda like nights alone with Harley and the cell phone off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38550001-116952316379009050?l=datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116952316379009050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38550001&amp;postID=116952316379009050&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38550001/posts/default/116952316379009050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38550001/posts/default/116952316379009050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/things-i-have-learned-while-dating.html' title='Things I Have learned While Dating Frogs.'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38550001.post-116922008652525696</id><published>2007-01-19T09:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:21:26.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Date With Patrick The Frog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/986917/frog6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/504010/frog6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a second date with Patrick last night and I have to admit.... It was great!! Because I don't drive in this icky weather he drove down from north Plano, due to weather and traffic that meant and hour drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at a local restaurant near my house and because the date ended up being a really last minute deal (We went back and forth about canceling it due to weather) he showed up in running pants and a sweat shirt. It was nice though.... the whole setting was just comfortable! When we met at the restaurant he was waiting for me in the parking lot and had brought me a single red rose which I loved.... it was just enough to let me know he thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner conversation was fabulous. It was like talking to any of my guy friends - laid back and it flowed. I didn't even feel like we were people who met on the internet. Because dinner ended early we went to a sports bar around the corner and got a beer and watched the Mavericks game. We ended up being there for another two hours just talking. By then we agreeded that Saturday night I would go his direction for a surprise date he wanted to take me on.... The only clues I was given was: if it was raining we couldn't do it but if it was cold it would make it better.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all .... good date and Bethany - I promise to get a good picture of him soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh........ did I mention I got a great first kiss???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38550001-116922008652525696?l=datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116922008652525696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38550001&amp;postID=116922008652525696&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38550001/posts/default/116922008652525696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38550001/posts/default/116922008652525696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/2nd-date-with-patrick-frog.html' title='2nd Date With Patrick The Frog'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38550001.post-116915390047591411</id><published>2007-01-18T14:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T14:58:20.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Two Frogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/919688/frog7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/160059/frog7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonights date is with Patrick. He was my very first date and I am quite happy about it. He understands that I am dating around and needing to see what is out there. He gives me just enough space to be myself but I hear from him just enough to let me know he is still interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/200/413664/frog7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tomorrow night is the first date with James the Frog..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38550001-116915390047591411?l=datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116915390047591411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38550001&amp;postID=116915390047591411&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38550001/posts/default/116915390047591411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38550001/posts/default/116915390047591411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/next-two-frogs.html' title='Next Two Frogs'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38550001.post-116915312522251364</id><published>2007-01-18T14:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T14:45:25.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Too Soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/512010/frog%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/200/487268/frog%205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had date #2 with TJ the Frog. He did pick me up from my apartment and was very kind.... but almost too kind. We went to a sushi place near my house. Dinner lasted for about two hours and it was....okay. I am not sure if it was him, me or both of us but my head just wasn't in it. The initial attraction that I had felt was gone. I am not sure if it was because before that date I had heard from him constantly.... and I do mean constantly or if the spark just wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dinner he asked if he could see me again this weekend and I explained I already had plans I thought. After dinner he said he had brought movies with him and asked if I wanted to watch one. I told him no because I had an early morning but more than that I just wasn't in the mood. I hate saying this but...... he is TOO nice for me! There is no chase.... he hasn't left me alone long enough to miss him.... I almost feel like the male in the situation. I am the one who is needing some space!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is true.... there is such a thing as Too nice of a guy. (Gosh, I feel like the biggest jerk saying that!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38550001-116915312522251364?l=datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116915312522251364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38550001&amp;postID=116915312522251364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38550001/posts/default/116915312522251364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38550001/posts/default/116915312522251364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/too-much-too-soon.html' title='Too Much Too Soon...'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38550001.post-116896740288765360</id><published>2007-01-16T10:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T11:12:09.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy Bob's With A Frog</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/200/99667/frog%208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I had my first date with TJ the Frog. He met my three of my closest friends and out amazing designated driver out at Billy Bob's in Fort Worth. I have to say when he walked in based on looks alone I was impressed. He looked great .... not too trendy but just trendy enough for me not to think he might be gay. he was definitely shorter than what I am used to but I REALLY tried not to notice!!! He came right in and hugged me and introduced himself to my four friends. He never shyed away or became uncomfortable with the group which meant tons to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/212731/Picture%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to walk away and talk to friends and never worry about him. He made a point to talk to talk to each of the girls and get to know them. He even seemed to past their questions. Even though he paid attention to the others around us he still made an effort to get to know me without "demanding" my attention. He understood this was a group outing and joined the group fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/331371/Picture%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/992225/Picture%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that he was affectionate with me without making me feel uncomfortable or crossing any of my boundaries. He occasionally put his arm around my waist or touched my hand but never invaded my comfort zone. He also impressed me by the fact that paid for my drinks that night. I NEVER would of asked nor expected that due to the fact I invited him to join me and my friends.... but he did and that won him some serious good manners points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/618642/Picture%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night he even had flowers, that he had picked out himself and mixed (White star gazer lilies and white tulips), for me. He had left them in the truck and gave them to me at the end of the night. Gosh I am such a sucker for flowers...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all it went great &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt; there is something nagging me that I can't put my finger on..... I need to give it more time and see what happens. So tonight we are having our second date and will see how it goes.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** and a side note: I told him about having a dating blog and what I have posted and the info and he he saw no problem with it all! If a guy is putting himself and picture out there why not?? So MR.Sooner fan...... go bug someone else who is actually causing harm. Use your time for things worth it ..... not my silly little dating blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38550001-116896740288765360?l=datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116896740288765360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38550001&amp;postID=116896740288765360&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38550001/posts/default/116896740288765360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38550001/posts/default/116896740288765360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/billy-bobs-with-frog.html' title='Billy Bob&apos;s With A Frog'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38550001.post-116838179243649125</id><published>2007-01-09T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T13:32:47.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Newest Frogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/838623/frog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/703542/frog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Meet TJ the Frog -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/946478/TJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25-year-old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status: Never Married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body type: About average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'7"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion: Christian / Protestant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TJ and I have been e-mailing for a week now. As of Monday I have also been talking to him on the phone. I must say it has been quite fabulous! He is quick and witty. He makes me laugh and has made some small efforts to let me know he is interested in me... and just enough attention to keep me wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the downside: (I KNOW I AM A HYPOCRITE !!) But he is SHORT!!!!! Early this summer I tried dating a short guy and it just didn't work for me. I thought I could get over the short stature and small body and I couldn't. I have always dated men that look like football players.... Linebackers to be exact. So how do I get over the short stuff??? I wanted to be held by someone that makes me feel safe and protected.... not someone that can wear my jeans! I am hoping that even though he is short He has broad enough shoulders to make me feel okay with this..... because so far from what I know.... I like about him.... This actually has some chemistry! There will be a date next week.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/609016/frog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Meet James the Frog -&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/384187/james.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/357438/james.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;28-year-old &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Status: Never Married &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ethnicity: Latino &amp; Caucasian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Body type: Athletic and toned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Height: 5'9" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Religion: Christian / Catholic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James and I have been e-mailing for a week and it has been nice. He has asked me out but due to my busy schedule this week it just wasn't feasible. So we have said next week there will be a date. All I have had with him is e-mails - no phone numbers exchanged and no rushing it. He seems to be very out going and LOVES his job in advertising. James moved here from California and says that Texas is his new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Downside:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He is Catholic.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here is what he says about his Ideal mate:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;I am also looking for someone who is honest and open and someone who places a high value on family and friends. I love people with a great sense of humor and a quick wit. Someone who is unpretentious and has priorities is also very meaningful.&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/764282/frog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Meet Chad the Frog Pilot&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/544634/Chad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/535637/Chad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29-year-old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status:Never Married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body type: About average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'6"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Religion: Christian / Other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad and I have also been e-mailing back and forth. We spoke for the first time yesterday. he was very funny on the phone. It was a short and simple conversation but nice. It does concern me how much he travels though with work. I have heard so many horror stories about guys on the road that it makes me a bit nervous. The plan is to meet up next week for coffee..... I DO like the fact he asked to meet for the first time not in a bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Downside:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Short..... and travels alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here is what he says about his Ideal mate:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"I'm not looking for the perfect woman, just the woman that is perfect for me. So what is perfect for me? Lets face it the perfect match often times is not what we think we want, but what we discover we can't live without. However, I do believe that she will: have a slim/athletic/ or average figure, be smart with a sense of humor, outgoing but not annoying, sweet/ good hearted and compassionate but not gullible, and spiritual. She would enjoy trying and discovering new things and spending time with friends, family, and yours truly. She would also enjoy her own life as I do mine. I want the best part of my day to be seeing her."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/241600/frog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts on which Frog should get a real date???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38550001-116838179243649125?l=datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116838179243649125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38550001&amp;postID=116838179243649125&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38550001/posts/default/116838179243649125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38550001/posts/default/116838179243649125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/three-newest-frogs.html' title='Three Newest Frogs'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38550001.post-116837696692032898</id><published>2007-01-09T15:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T16:17:12.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul The Frog Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/959232/frog%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/705595/frog%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is an e-mail I received today from a frog............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good morning Brooklyn , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am about to get off from a 24 hours shift and all I am thinking about is my bed and sleep. Talking about sleep, sleeping with a pager is an exercise in suspended disbelief, a triumph, as the joke goes about second marriages, of optimism over experience. Persuading your system that it is worthwhile, or even possible, to sleep in spite of the probability, almost certainty of being unpleasantly roused in a short time, is no simple task. When I am lying on the cot of the call room, I always curl around the little black box, its plastic body barely touching my stomach. Even though it is a primary torture for me as a resident, I have a certain paradoxical affection for my pager. I have spent a lot of time lately thinking about pagers, and about sleep. I am doing "night float" this time. I used to do more traditional overnight call, 36 hours of continuous work without help. But now I am doing more night floats. "Float" is a curiously appropriate term. I feel as if I were floating, in many ways. Part of it comes from the surreal quality of the hospital at night. Overall though, the floating sensation has less to do with nights than with my role. Doing "night float" I don't have patients who are mine. I admit them and hand them off, baby-sit the cross-over folks and return them to their primary teams. I don't have a sense of belonging, of investment, of responsibility: I am not grounded, I am floating. It is a strange feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are having a good week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul the Frog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be honest. I have  no idea how to respond to that..... It is so far over my head (No - that is not a short  joke about myself).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38550001-116837696692032898?l=datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116837696692032898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38550001&amp;postID=116837696692032898&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38550001/posts/default/116837696692032898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38550001/posts/default/116837696692032898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/paul-frog-doctor.html' title='Paul The Frog Doctor'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38550001.post-116829608091588648</id><published>2007-01-08T15:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T17:38:02.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two for the Price of One...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/393852/frog%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/63351/frog%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first 2 dates took place on the same night last week. I met them both for drinks and spent 2 hours with each just getting to know each other. My theory was I wanted both dates to be kept short and simple. Plus since I was already dressed nice why not fit them both in the same night. I truly did not try and do it in a disrespectful manner. Now through out this blog/journey I want to keep the guys labeled but not sure how to do that yet... Any suggestions??? Give them numbers? Well until then they will all be referred to as "frogs" since I am trying to find my prince.... Just bear with me on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the frogs begin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Frog #1: Patrick&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/181744/Patrick.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/507970/Patrick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/259679/Patrick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 30-year-old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status: Never Married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body type: About average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6'1"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion: Christian / Catholic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job: 3rd grade teacher &lt;em&gt;"I am currently an elementary school teacher molding young minds in the area. I enjoy all aspects of my job and love being around children on a daily basis. It is a truly rewarding field that I couldn't see myself doing anything else. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;About Him And His Ideal Mate:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I am still a bit hesitant about this whole thing as I am very new to this, so I am not really sure I am looking for anything on here as of yet, but you never now when you might just find someone. So I will keep my options open. As far as the woman I might be interested in, she would have to be first and foremost an honest person as without that you have nothing. I would also want someone who is respectful of others and their opinions. She must as well be mature yet from time to time enjoy having fun. Hope that helps for startersÂ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Date#1 with Frog #1:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Location:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Beer Pub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;His Attire:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Jeans, tennis shoes, long sleeve button up shirt un-tucked, baseball cap (leather jacket)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Attire:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Jeans, Long sleeved teal sweater with a Shimmey tank top underneath and heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Date#1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Met at a great pub more in his neck of the woods. Neither one of us had plans that night so we met up at the last minute. I was extremely apprehensive since this was my first date. I arrived at the pub and after walking the place I realized I have no idea who he is!! He arrived about 5 minutes later and spotted me. He was taller that I had expected but a great smile. He had fabulous stories about his students and seemed to truly care for his kids. He is close to his family - Younger brother and a twin brother. He has a long haired daschund named Alexis that wasadorablee. He did a lot of the talking and I did a lot of the commenting. When there were lulls in the conversation I found myself asking the questions. It bothered me that he didn't ask more about me. Do not get me wrong - he was NOT conceited. Just not sure he cared though about me or more nervous about making a good impression. He paid - walked me to my car - gave me a nice hug and asked me to call when I got home. He ended the date by asking to see me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Frog #2: Jeremy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/437952/Jeremy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/473865/Jeremy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/320/729441/Jeremy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Age: 25-year-old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status: Never Married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body type: About average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6'0"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion: Christian / Protestant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;About Him and His Ideal Mate:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Lets see where do I start. I am 25 and am from West Texas, Lubbock to be exact. I am looking for that one person that makes me smile every morning when I wake up. That person I know I can be there for when every they need some to talk to or a shoulder to cry on. I am not looking for a one night stand. I am just your average guy with a, I know this is going to sound like a line, but you above average heart. I am a sweet guy that islookingn for that one match. I would love to see if that one person might be you. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Date #1 with Frog #2:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Location:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sherlock's Pub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;His Attire:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Golf shirt (that zipped up???) and Jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Attire:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Read above you goobers!!! The same thing as date number one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Date #1:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Met at a loud bar..... too loud! It was very crowded with a large band playing. He had found a booth and we settled in. I have to say on first impression this: not as cute as I thought he would be.... but maybe it was an off night? We equally talked and the conversation was good when I could hear. He was very kind and polite. We stayed for about two hours and it was a good time. He had been a "professional" college student before graduating and even spent a year in my home town. It was nice to have that in common and to talk about places we both knew. He asked me over to watch a movie the next week (tonight actually) but cancelled on Saturday due to a previous engagement he had forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we go kiddo's...... I have had another date with someone else since this but will save that for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38550001-116829608091588648?l=datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116829608091588648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38550001&amp;postID=116829608091588648&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38550001/posts/default/116829608091588648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38550001/posts/default/116829608091588648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/two-for-price-of-one.html' title='Two for the Price of One...'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38550001.post-116828739472972382</id><published>2007-01-08T13:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T17:01:17.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning and Background</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/1600/655065/frog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/459527/frog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you some back ground to start the blog with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 26 as of January 2007, divorced with no children. I had a marriage that went very badly. As of this January he is re-married with children. We have NO contact. I now come with emotional baggage that runs deeper than most know. I have tried dating and it just has not been good. There have been some hearts that I know I have broken and other times it is mine that does the breaking. More often than not lately.... it is Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come in with very high standards of how I want to be treated but normally settle because I just want to be loved and give someone my love so badly. I end up hating myself in the end but this year things will be different. Now let's just see if this internet dating thing really works! From here I will keep a log of each guy, post parts of e-mails, overview of the dates - good and bad and just try to see where this all goes. If nothing else this should be freaking hilarious!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have a new theme song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sisterhazel.com/main.php?content=music"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out There&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (just click on the song to play clip)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist: Sister Hazel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Album:Fortress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she's out there somewhere-somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I would give everything to know.&lt;br /&gt;Just to hold and to finally have her,&lt;br /&gt;Take me to sunrise from indigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's to be&lt;br /&gt;That there's just no one for me&lt;br /&gt;I'll try not to cry much&lt;br /&gt;So no one will see&lt;br /&gt;But if it's to be&lt;br /&gt;That there is anyone for me&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts will shine&lt;br /&gt;So everyone will see I've got some time,&lt;br /&gt;So maybe if you're free I could use a friend&lt;br /&gt;Just to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she's out there somewhere-somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I would give everything to know.&lt;br /&gt;Just to hold and to finally have her,&lt;br /&gt;Take me to sunrise from indigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of my life without&lt;br /&gt;Anyone near&lt;br /&gt;Never cared what happened&lt;br /&gt;I never saw clear&lt;br /&gt;But I'm getting older now&lt;br /&gt;And I'm, thinking of my end&lt;br /&gt;And to leave without love&lt;br /&gt;Or without a friend I've got some time&lt;br /&gt;So maybe if you are free I could use a friend&lt;br /&gt;Before I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she's out there somewhere-somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I would give everything to know.&lt;br /&gt;Just to hold and to finally have her,&lt;br /&gt;Take me to sunrise from indigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over yet...&lt;br /&gt;I'm still standing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's to be&lt;br /&gt;That there's just no one for me&lt;br /&gt;I will try not to cry much&lt;br /&gt;So no one else will see I've got some time&lt;br /&gt;So maybe if you're free I could use a friend&lt;br /&gt;Just to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is much sappier when reading it and not hearing it. So now go and hear it..... I love it...... so here is my new battle march as I wade through my frogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I find that Prince he better be ready to pucker up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5736/1033/400/796955/favorite%20frog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A Martini Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38550001-116828739472972382?l=datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116828739472972382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38550001&amp;postID=116828739472972382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38550001/posts/default/116828739472972382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38550001/posts/default/116828739472972382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datewithamartinigirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/beginning-and-background.html' title='The Beginning and Background'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623898903516447698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
