<?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-5023213158209403922</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:28:49.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>men-URG!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>Stories about men, that we have to share. The funny things they do, and the situations we find ourselves in because of them. Lets be honest the world would be dull with out them. That's not saying they aren't complete idiots though!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671087260920198778</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023213158209403922.post-7528512313200469928</id><published>2007-06-26T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T07:47:14.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apolpgies for the long silence</title><content type='html'>But all that really means is that I now have some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; amazing stories to tell, so go make yourself some tea (or get yourself something alcoholic to drink) and prepare to feel really really sorry for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure where to start but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;perhaps&lt;/span&gt; I should start by introducing some new characters, I can always come back to the recurring idiots who haunt my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Meet the traveling salesman (here after to be referred to as TS) He is a friend of a friend and is in town on some business (not entirely sure what but none the less) And my friend invites us all out to meet him. From the moment we meet we are inseparable. Eventually all our friends leave and  just the two of us remain and we are dancing up a storm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its a beautiful autumn evening in cape town so when he suggests that we leave and go do something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; the first thing that comes to my mind is night swimming on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;llundudno&lt;/span&gt; beach what else is there to do? So off we go and literally it was the most fun I have had in ages. And after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt; in the freezing cold ocean (and dancing on the beach in the moonlight I must add) we head back to his hotel which is closer than my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now details are not important but we had fun. and the next morning when we were awakened by the cleaning services he took me home again. Full of the joys of spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway needless to say I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; hear from him again (which really is par for the course) But a few days later i was having drinks with the mutual friend and she asked me what time i got home etc so i filled her in on a few of the details... and she went very quiet and kinda pale..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the FUCKER has a girlfriend back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;JHB&lt;/span&gt; which he clearly forgot to mention to me like all night!  To make matters worse they are planning on getting married, this how ever did no come up in conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dumb ass&lt;/span&gt; is on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and we are friends... You know how it asks how you know each other? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking of saying, we hooked up and it was fantastic! Despite the fact he failed to mention to me that he had a girlfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that would be fair game. The poor girl deserves to know what type of ass she is planning on spending the rest of her life with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023213158209403922-7528512313200469928?l=men-urg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/feeds/7528512313200469928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023213158209403922&amp;postID=7528512313200469928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/7528512313200469928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/7528512313200469928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/2007/06/apolpgies-for-long-silence.html' title='Apolpgies for the long silence'/><author><name>A Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671087260920198778</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-5023213158209403922.post-20727928492192803</id><published>2007-04-11T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T07:54:52.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jackass with the inability to use the telephone correctly... PART 2</title><content type='html'>So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; clearly a fool! Remember the jackass who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know how to use the phone properly? Well he resurfaced... and I replied! Long and the short of it is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday last week he had dinner with some of my friends and for what ever reason decided to start the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; war again, bombarding me with texts till my inbox was full! I was rather intoxicated so I replied! Silly girl! He asked me to join him on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; at a friends birthday.. I  said no chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the next day the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;barrage&lt;/span&gt; of texts continued, some of which included the words "I wont take no for an answer, what will it take to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;convince&lt;/span&gt; you to join me?" Anyway eventually I caved... simply because I still think that in the past I have made some awful mistakes so now where I would usually say no I say yes, (its not like it can be much worse than it has been before!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some very confusing texts and arrangements, my friend and I met him and his friend for a drink  before going to his friends birthday shindig... Double date... Such fun! What a nightmare!!!  An initial drinks date is awkward enough without throwing friends in for a laugh. However as it turns out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; the most awkward part... no the most awkward part would be  the part where he  approached my best friend and asked for her phone number!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read that correctly..  he approached my best friend whilst on a date with me and  asked her for her number! After telling me how fantastic he thought I was! I just cant win! Either u are in or you are out... I dismissed u last time for your bad behaviour... then out of the goodness of my heart I let u back in for a second innings.... and now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; banning you from playing ever again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i really am at a loss... i cant trust my instincts... But I cant go against them either... could some one please enlighten me as to what the hell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to do now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023213158209403922-20727928492192803?l=men-urg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/feeds/20727928492192803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023213158209403922&amp;postID=20727928492192803' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/20727928492192803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/20727928492192803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/2007/04/jackass-with-inability-to-use-telephone.html' title='The Jackass with the inability to use the telephone correctly... PART 2'/><author><name>A Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671087260920198778</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-5023213158209403922.post-404091196327438661</id><published>2007-04-10T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T08:57:17.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ex is back!</title><content type='html'>Ex boyfriend working as a barman at my favorite dancing spot... Awful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ex boyfriend working as a barman at my favorite dancing spot pouring me free drinks all night... Pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ex boyfriend working as a barman at my favorite dancing spot, pouring me free drinks all night, While &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; kissing a hot boy on the dance floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahhh yes... i think they call that justice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023213158209403922-404091196327438661?l=men-urg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/feeds/404091196327438661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023213158209403922&amp;postID=404091196327438661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/404091196327438661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/404091196327438661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/2007/04/ex-is-back.html' title='The ex is back!'/><author><name>A Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671087260920198778</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-5023213158209403922.post-5572370397075370448</id><published>2007-04-10T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T08:52:37.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock...</title><content type='html'>I went out the other night... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; no to be honest I was set up the other night by some very good friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being set up is never fun. Its awkward, its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt; and it generally leads to feelings of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt;! Which in turn leads to drinking, which helps the awkwardness but not the lingering feelings of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I was set up: and I drank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; and then danced a lot and then had several &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;arguments&lt;/span&gt; with the young man I was being set up with! Now being set up is not be the story I retell here.. no the comments the silly boy i was set up with are the story here... and they make the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;disastrous&lt;/span&gt; evening freaking hilarious!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argument one would have been the part where he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; remember my name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but argument two was the real clincher.. u know the one which ensures there will be no argument 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argument 2 went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;boy: "all girls over 25 want, is to have babies!"&lt;br /&gt;me: " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry are you being serious?"&lt;br /&gt;boy: "yes! Its a fact. all girls over 25 just want to have babies. Its all you think about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bout of stunned silence followed from me while I tried to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;figure&lt;/span&gt; this one out. Eventually I responded: "Are you being serious?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy: " Yes totally, all my ex girl friend wanted was to have my babies!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now I was well and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; stunned... I started to argue and informed him that he was mistaken and that I certainly did not want babies now... not for a while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then turned to me and uttered the following words: "Oh come on, you cant deny that you biological clock is ticking.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yip some boy I hardly know firstly commented on my biological clock and then on how it must be ticking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean honestly... Am i going mad? Am i missing something? Am I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be wanting to have some ones babies... because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; 26... did I miss another memo? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry, but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to have your babies... or any ones for that matter (however if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Angelina&lt;/span&gt; keeps adopting and brad wants more of his own, I might reconsider to help him out... BUT ONLY THEN, no one else will convince me that babies are a good idea at the moment!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men, UGH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023213158209403922-5572370397075370448?l=men-urg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/feeds/5572370397075370448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023213158209403922&amp;postID=5572370397075370448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/5572370397075370448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/5572370397075370448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/2007/04/tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock...'/><author><name>A Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671087260920198778</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-5023213158209403922.post-302378763692912521</id><published>2007-03-29T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T07:16:07.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You have to sing out loud</title><content type='html'>A friend of ours sent this new remix to us, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; u have to sing it yourself as no one I know will record this version, but sing it out loud, trust me by the end you will be in a heap lying on the floor laughing! So here goes, to the tune of I WILL SURVIVE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;At first I was afraid, I was petrified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;When you said you had 10 inches, Lord I almost died!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But I'd spent so many years, waiting for a man long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;That I grew strong, I knew I could take you on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But there you are, Another lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I was expecting a Big mac, and all I got was a french fry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I should have know that it was bull***t, just a sad pathetic dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Should have known  no anaconda lurked within your jeans..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Go Now Go! Walk out the door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; you promise me 10 inches then turn up with only 4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Weren't you a brat to think I wouldn't find you out!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; you know we're only joking when we say size don't count??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I will survive! I will survive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;As long as I have batteries my sex &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;life's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; gonna thrive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I will always have good sex, with a handful of latex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I will Survive! I will Survive! Hey Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It took all my self control not to laugh out loud,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;When I saw your little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;weiner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; standing tall and proud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But to hell with you ego and to hell with all your needs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; saving all my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; for a cordless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Multi speed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will survive! I will survive!&lt;br /&gt;As long as I have batteries my sex &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;life's&lt;/span&gt; gonna thrive!&lt;br /&gt;I will always have good sex, with a handful of latex&lt;br /&gt;I will Survive! I will Survive! Hey Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; that one of the funnies songs you have heard in ages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:22;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:15;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023213158209403922-302378763692912521?l=men-urg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/feeds/302378763692912521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023213158209403922&amp;postID=302378763692912521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/302378763692912521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/302378763692912521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-have-to-sing-out-loud.html' title='You have to sing out loud'/><author><name>A Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671087260920198778</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-5023213158209403922.post-2424531691393976515</id><published>2007-03-29T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T05:38:40.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The real problem with boys in Cape Town</title><content type='html'>One of the best girls I know sent me this little story, I think it details exactly the problem with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;masculine&lt;/span&gt; half of the Cape Town species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I was at Oblivion on Saturday when a guy chats me up on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dance floor&lt;/span&gt; and asks if he can buy me a drink. So I said, yes, why not (a girl needs to have a few drinks, right?) and he went off to buy me a drink. he brought the drink to where I was chatting to some friends, and said "Come dance with me", So I replied "just a second &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just chatting to a friend quickly, whereupon he said "No, you have to come dance with me right now - I have to leave to pick up my girlfriend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; a party in a couple of minutes" - What an idiot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What and idiot indeed. He's lucky he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; end up with red wine thrown at him... I would have liked to hear him explain that to his girlfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I maintain what I have always said, boys in Cape Town are never happy with what they have, they are constantly wanting something better. They live in one of the most beautiful cities on earth, with some of the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;exquisitely&lt;/span&gt; beautiful woman ever to be created,  right there in front of them... and they treat them like dirt... Not an intelligent bunch these boys who live in Cape Town. So I've changed my mind im not immigrating, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna chase them into the ice cold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Atlantic&lt;/span&gt; sea and import some new ones... any one keen to join me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023213158209403922-2424531691393976515?l=men-urg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/feeds/2424531691393976515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023213158209403922&amp;postID=2424531691393976515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/2424531691393976515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/2424531691393976515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/2007/03/real-problem-with-boys-in-cape-town.html' title='The real problem with boys in Cape Town'/><author><name>A Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671087260920198778</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-5023213158209403922.post-1955277246073499745</id><published>2007-03-25T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T05:40:21.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Any one else thinking about immigrating</title><content type='html'>So its taken me a while to write about this guy, he's a real gem. The worst part... I did not see it coming. The jackass with the terrible phone manners yes... ex boyfriend turning out to be a dick I actually did see that coming... but this guy... blind sided me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to be honest I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; if I had been looking properly I would have noticed that he was potentially dangerous, he did have a girlfriend when we met!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; vile he was only became evident at a later stage. Now details are not important, but this guy is beautiful. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Truly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; beautiful! In my opinion. And I got played! He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; charming, so loving, said the most amazing things... and then I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; hear from him again... until the other night, when while he was trying his luck with me (AGAIN!!!)  the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dumb ass&lt;/span&gt; was feeling up some of my friends. I mean honestly who does that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well clearly he does, but girls we got bigger problems... What this means is that boys are stepping things up a bit.. now not only do we have to look out for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; jock, the rich jerk, the the idiots who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how to use telephones properly, the psychos who lie to get what they want... But now we have to be careful about the boys we have dreamed about our whole lives. When I was in junior school, me and my friends wrote list detailing our perfect boys... This particular boy matched my description almost perfectly. And he turned out to be a complete Asshole! Now what? Who do we trust now? What does it say about the state of this nations male population that we can no longer rely on even our instincts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking immigration! Whose with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023213158209403922-1955277246073499745?l=men-urg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/feeds/1955277246073499745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023213158209403922&amp;postID=1955277246073499745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/1955277246073499745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/1955277246073499745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-its-taken-me-while-to-write-about.html' title='Any one else thinking about immigrating'/><author><name>A Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671087260920198778</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023213158209403922.post-6755011896076794514</id><published>2007-03-14T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T04:01:42.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of Ex Boyfriends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;A girl sent us this story, its so good we just have to share it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"About a month ago I broke up with a boy, things ended badly, there was a new man involved. But he was moving away anyway which we had known from the start so I assumed things would end fine, I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anyway he left and I haven't heard from him for a month, which was exactly how I wanted things. Then out of the blue I received this email:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" Hey. Just want to let you know not to worry about things. Its all good, as they say. I've been travelling with my new girlfriend, who is not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only a g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reat laugh and lots of fun, but seriously hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-za"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and a lot less high maintenance than you!!!!! Keep well." "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Yip he went there... What I want to know is what he thought he would achieve by saying that? That suddenly this woman would become aware of how much she has lost and wish things had been different and realise what a great guy she had lost? DID HE REALLY THINK THAT? Is he stupid, all that she felt was pity for his new girlfriend... So do i ... hope she reads this blog and realises what a toss her new man is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023213158209403922-6755011896076794514?l=men-urg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/feeds/6755011896076794514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023213158209403922&amp;postID=6755011896076794514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/6755011896076794514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/6755011896076794514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/2007/03/speaking-of-ex-boyfriends.html' title='Speaking of Ex Boyfriends'/><author><name>A Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671087260920198778</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023213158209403922.post-8405042539040016699</id><published>2007-03-14T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T03:43:47.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Cant ex boyfriends stay in the past?</title><content type='html'>Why is it that he enjoys popping up in the most unexpected of places just to see my reaction.. does this classify as stalking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We broke up a year ago, he has a new girl friend (which i might add he "forgot" to tell me about, the exact words he used: "Oh I forgot it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; seem important"...Really???!!!) But still he wont leave me alone. Despite my confessions that I do not want to see him ever again he still seems to be popping up in my world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He announced yesterday that he just got a job as a barman at my favorite dancing location... He&lt;br /&gt;was so proud of himself, "Hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; you proud, I got a job!!" yes well done.. but a barman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway how too make my life difficult...I have decided that I will still go dancing there, but only now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to be putting drinks on his tab, with out his knowledge and when he asks about it I will simply say "Oh I forgot, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; seem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023213158209403922-8405042539040016699?l=men-urg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/feeds/8405042539040016699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023213158209403922&amp;postID=8405042539040016699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/8405042539040016699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/8405042539040016699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-cant-ex-boyfriends-stay-in-past.html' title='Why Cant ex boyfriends stay in the past?'/><author><name>A Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671087260920198778</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023213158209403922.post-2202580606632116622</id><published>2007-03-14T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T03:33:29.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls night Summary</title><content type='html'>Advice for girls everywhere...  get yourself some good girl friends... have dinner with them regularly and listen to their advice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of wisdom from last night: "you dont have to marry them, just kiss them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent advice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023213158209403922-2202580606632116622?l=men-urg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/feeds/2202580606632116622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023213158209403922&amp;postID=2202580606632116622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/2202580606632116622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/2202580606632116622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/2007/03/girls-night-summary.html' title='Girls night Summary'/><author><name>A Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671087260920198778</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023213158209403922.post-7916526104311074283</id><published>2007-03-09T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T04:59:51.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr telephone Jackass</title><content type='html'>Since the last post where I described how I was bombarded with smses on sunday and requests for coffee on monday and how I then hadnt heard from him all week... Well on Thursday evening the phone goes beep and lo and behold there is a text from him... "Sorry I haven't been in contact... work's just been so hectic this week! I am still keen for that drink.. will let you know whats happening tommorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yip, u read correctly! He has been too busy to send me a text all week but now expects me to be sitting around waiting for his text about what is happening tonight... IM BUSY!!! Its friday... contray to what you read in womans magazines We do not sit around waiting for boys to call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to use a phone properly boy! Honestly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023213158209403922-7916526104311074283?l=men-urg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/feeds/7916526104311074283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023213158209403922&amp;postID=7916526104311074283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/7916526104311074283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/7916526104311074283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/2007/03/mr-telephone-jackass.html' title='Mr telephone Jackass'/><author><name>A Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671087260920198778</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023213158209403922.post-5666281683365344494</id><published>2007-03-07T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T07:08:24.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to use a phone correctly</title><content type='html'>On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; night I met a boy. No sorry I met a man, well he seemed to be a man, his stories all checked out and he seemed to be doing well in the real world (he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; still living with his mom, he had a job which he enjoyed which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; involve the words barman or waiter or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;struggling&lt;/span&gt; artist).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted, we got a long just fine, we flirted it looked promising... then we parted for a while (it was a party, one should never be monopolised!) and when we started chatting again, he started asking the very same questions, including what is your name... what do you do... I pointed out that i had already told him these details and that if he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; interested he should find some one who would tell him because I certainly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; going to. (Strike 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out he took the time to fine out and got me a drink... nice touch.. We carried on chatting, i gave him my number and he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must have sent about a 7 texts that night and 4 the next day (I only replied to a few of them). On the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; he asked if I wanted to have coffee sometime I said that would be nice... I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HAVEN'T&lt;/span&gt; HEARD FROM HIM SINCE!!!!! (Strike 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is that all about? Don't abuse a persons phone number bombarding them all day and then play it cool... a bit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;consistency&lt;/span&gt; please... either u are interested or you are not... Strike 3 and you're out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part is, having recently decided that the reason I cant find a descent bloke may be my fault (I tend to want to help people therefore picking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;losers&lt;/span&gt; to love...) He is not my type at all, and I thought, well here is your chance, lets give it ago lets see what u got to give...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the same thing happened... I give up, clearly its not me... its BOYS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023213158209403922-5666281683365344494?l=men-urg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/feeds/5666281683365344494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023213158209403922&amp;postID=5666281683365344494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/5666281683365344494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/5666281683365344494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/2007/03/learning-to-use-phone-correctly.html' title='Learning to use a phone correctly'/><author><name>A Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671087260920198778</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023213158209403922.post-5365975434710442982</id><published>2007-03-07T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T06:57:26.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why hasn't he smsed...?</title><content type='html'>Honestly. You would think that after a night of great kisses and cuddles, the boy who is the best action you have seen in a while would at least send a lousy sms... It's not a lot to ask! All seemed to be going well. He made made the required 'I had a great time last night' Sunday call and said he wanted to meet up the next weekend - perfect! Then the long wait began... Tuesday sms would have been a nice surprise. Wednesday sms was what was expected. No word by the end of the weekend is just not on! Useless individual... All your great kisses will not save you from the power of the pins going into my voodoo doll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023213158209403922-5365975434710442982?l=men-urg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/feeds/5365975434710442982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023213158209403922&amp;postID=5365975434710442982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/5365975434710442982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/5365975434710442982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-hasnt-he-smsed.html' title='Why hasn&apos;t he smsed...?'/><author><name>A Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671087260920198778</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023213158209403922.post-9205263015540276911</id><published>2007-03-07T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T06:51:42.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every boy needs a Map...</title><content type='html'>Men! Useless... My best friend and I often lament over their uselessness with the expression 'BOYS!' Which pretty much sums all our feelings up. However, lately we have been feeling that part of the problem might be exactly that! We need to be looking for Men and not Boys... I decided to put our new theory to the test and went on a date on Sunday with a Man. Great excitement as he ticked all the required boxes - things were looking up! However, after a day of speeding in his sports car, hearing about how much he earned, not being allowed to pay for anything (really, I can afford a chocolate bar, it's okay) as well trying to be a sympathetic ear about his divorce (I know!) I decided that Men too seem to have their problems... Thus I'm taking a sabattical from both!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5023213158209403922-9205263015540276911?l=men-urg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/feeds/9205263015540276911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5023213158209403922&amp;postID=9205263015540276911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/9205263015540276911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023213158209403922/posts/default/9205263015540276911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://men-urg.blogspot.com/2007/03/every-boy-needs-map.html' title='Every boy needs a Map...'/><author><name>A Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01671087260920198778</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>
