<?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-1482241283343354746</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:31:30.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Letter to the Woman of My Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a simple letter to the woman who I want to (potentially) spend the rest of my life with.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdweeb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482241283343354746/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdweeb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ethan Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17144691054880807614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a885.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/62/m_1f1fd25028cb9573de91c8bf60a70944.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1482241283343354746.post-8684769628303705028</id><published>2009-03-11T09:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:41:40.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Much an Open Letter, Really ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;p style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="288" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fterrestrialboy%2Falbumid%2F5311935310685750657%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess there's no going back now.  This is in direct response to another fellow doing the same thing, as talked about on the fine show &lt;a href="http://allgamesconsidered.blogspot.com/"&gt;All Games Considered&lt;/a&gt;.  They seem to have taken up my challenge to try to do the same for me, so here we go ...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Who I'm Looking For ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: both; "&gt;To be honest, I'm looking for a good woman. I'm not particularly fond of skinny girls, but I won't complain. I don't like twigs, mind you, nor am I fan of very large women. I want a woman who has some meat on her bones, to be honest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: both; "&gt;I'm looking for someone who will share in my love of movies, comics, games, and the like -- or at least someone who will accept that these things are a part of me, and they are something I love. I'm looking for someone who is not afraid to be intimate, not afraid of a commitment, and not afraid of a little snuggling. I will warn anyone that I like to hug, kiss, and make a general fool out of myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: both; "&gt;I'm an old-fashioned chivalrous guy who believes in opening a door for a lady and getting her flowers for no reason. I want someone who's not afraid of being mushy at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;About Me ...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Good:&lt;/b&gt; I'm a 29-year-old guy currently living in Gardner, KS. I am in school, and will be in school for another six years, at the end of which I will have four degrees and be an attorney. As you can tell, I'm a geek. Be it science fiction, fantasy, comics, or gaming, I'm a happy connoisseur of them all. I try and keep busy, which is fairly easy as a full-time student. I like to think of myself as an intelligent being, but I definitely do some really stupid things on occasion. I'm a bit old fashioned and believe that chivalry is not dead. I love animals (and they tend to love me). I have a Rhatt Terrier named Diego, and he's my pride and joy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Bad:&lt;/b&gt; I'm currently unemployed, but I'm working on finishing with the paralegal program at JCCC so I can remedy that. I'm not a small guy, tilting the scales the last I checked at close to 300 lbs, so if that's an issue, hit the bricks. I am not a bar-hopper or clubber. I don't drink, do drugs, go to bars, go clubbing, or anything like that. No real big reason for it, just not my thing. My idea of a good time is dinner and a movie. I dig arcades and bowling, and can be talked into some other things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Ugly:&lt;/b&gt; Being that I am unemployed (I got laid off from a job a total of three times last year alone), I am currently living with my mother. Sigh. I know, I'm a gaming geek who plays Dungeons &amp;amp; Dragons, and I live with my mother (and older brother and his fiancee). It's not so bad, as I look at it as helping my mother out as she had two knee replacements last year, and the year before that our grandmother passed away (which hit us all very hard). So, rather than be homeless, I'm living at home, with my mother. Have I mentioned it enough, now? Yeah. It stinks, but it's reality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Story:&lt;/b&gt; My history with the strange beast known as "Woman" is a twisted tale of intrigue, heroism, and heartbreak. Well, okay, not really that exciting, I'll admit. I'm your typical geek (or nerd or dweeb, whatever you wish) and I led the typical geek childhood and adolescence. By the time I was twenty-one, I had had one girlfriend ... in the sixth grade ... and that had lasted all of one "date" if you can call it that ... I mean, after all, we were young'uns, right? Anyway, with my intimate experience in the language of love, I went all by my lonesome to my high school prom, and skated through my first attempt at college without nary a love-interest on the radar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: both; "&gt;Now, flash forward to to September of 2001 (in fact ten days after 9/11). I had been playing in a gaming group with several friends, and one of them brought his old roommate into the group. We hit it off right away, and began dating. Flash forward a little under three years ... and that relationship ended ... shall we say, poorly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: both; "&gt;So, take thy beak from out my heart, right? Suck it up and move on. I have. I decided to go back to school, and will be finishing up my second degree this May, and going on to the University of Missouri Kansas City to work on my Bachelor's Degree in History and on to Law School.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: both; "&gt;My challenge to you is this ... I'm a 29-year-old, single, white male, weighing in at a slim "Gamer-Medium," that's looking for the potential love of his life. I've tried the online dating scene with disastrous results. Again, I don't go to bars or clubs (not a drinking man, sadly), and I'm a guy who, quite literally, was refused employment on the basis that I was "Too much of a Square" once.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1482241283343354746-8684769628303705028?l=kansasdweeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansasdweeb.blogspot.com/feeds/8684769628303705028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdweeb.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-so-much-open-letter-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482241283343354746/posts/default/8684769628303705028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1482241283343354746/posts/default/8684769628303705028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansasdweeb.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-so-much-open-letter-really.html' title='Not So Much an Open Letter, Really ...'/><author><name>Ethan Parker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17144691054880807614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a885.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/62/m_1f1fd25028cb9573de91c8bf60a70944.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
