A piece of my mind

Note: If you haven't read yesterday's post , then you'll be a little disconnected but you can proceed anyway. So Ahmed, 35, sent a messaged me last night. His message was an ok icebreaker, except that it was written in poor English. It's not like I'm the queen of spelling or a grammar whiz, but when you use "gonna" without an "am" , and "not sure too" instead of "either", umm, you sort of turn me off instantly. So what does that make me? A picky bitch! Well, yes I am picky, but certainly I am not a bitch. Which reminds me, who was the idiot that came up with the theory that we decrease our high standards of beau-selection as we grow older? I heard that so many times, but I feel its a ridiculous concept. As we grow older, our standards get higher and higher. We've tried and failed so many times before that we're not ready to go through failure again. If he's not at least why settle? You know! Back to the main

On Fustany.com , Amira-the-brave, went through the effort of trying out "Tinder" for the rest of us. She registered a profile, checked out some people (and weirdo creatures), and even started talking with a guy or two. Nothing solid yet, it's just a experimental phase. That was a spark. See, I was already curious about it to the extent that I actually wanted to start a dating website at some point. Oh.. did I just say that out loud, well, that's probably my next startup. Anyway, I just never proceeded, not out of shyness, but sheer laziness. So today I did two things; I wrote a question on Facebook trying to understand the reactions and impressions people have of meeting someone online/through an app, and I created my Tinder profile. Tinder profile was confusing; which photos to use? what profile to write? I wanted pretty pics, not too crazy, but shows my "fun" side. I wanted a bio that tells a little about who I was without scaring people off because

Yes, love died, about a year ago. No body knows exactly when, but it was sometimes early September or late August. Can you imagine something as big as love dying and no one noticing? Well, people did notice, in a way or another, but rather they couldn't possibly imagine that love , could in fact, die! For some, it changed into other feelings; feelings that could have usually be confused with love - lust, possessiveness , compassion, familiarity, kindness, fear of loneliness or even instinctive protectiveness. But there are a few people who are still lost at see with the void that death of love left behind. They struggle to find meaning. They... Ah well,.. Here are some stories from these people: Scene 4 Greenwich Wednesday, September 4th, 2014 It wasn't very rainy that day, unlike the rest of the week, so Tom thought that today has to be the day. He stopped at Marks and Spenser's on the way to class to pick up some flowers and concealed them cleverly. The day w