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By Vegasbab, February 23, 2011 10:22 pm

I’m a big fan of the movie No Strings Attached. To me, it’s the perfect romantic comedy. Tonight, I stumbled upon the below quote from the movie.

If you miss me, you can’t text, you can’t email, you can’t post it on my Facebook wall. If you really miss me, you come and see me.

I have a big problem when people say, “I miss you”. In fact, I’ve written about it before. Two years later, my feelings on the phrase haven’t changed. In my opinion, it’s a cop out. If you really miss someone, then do something about it. Jump on a plane and go see them. Otherwise, you don’t really miss them.

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By Vegasbab, February 20, 2011 3:05 pm

I love quotes. Before Tumblr, I collected them in Word documents on my computer. Before computers, I collected them in spiral bound notebooks. Needless to say, I have notebook after notebook and Word doc after Word doc of quotes. My favorite part of your Facebook profile? The favorite quotations section, of course! To me, that section says more about you than any other thing you have listed on your profile.

What do your favorite quotes say about you? How have your favorite quotes changed over the years? And, if you collect quotes can you see the pattern? Can you tell exactly where you were and what events were shaping your life when you deemed a quote worthy enough to repost, save, favorite, etc.? A collection of favorite quotes are like keeping a diary that’s in a secret code only you and those who know you can decipher.

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By Vegasbab, February 19, 2011 6:56 pm

Every day, we lie to ourselves. We tell ourselves that we’re in good enough shape, we love our jobs, that we love the person we’re with, that the sex is great or that’s how it’s supposed to feel. In other words, we settle for what’s comfortable. We settle because we fear the unknown, we fear being alone. And most of all, we fear that what we’ve felt for so long is wrong. No one wants to admit that they were wrong about such life altering choices.

But, do living the lies stop us from being truly happy? Or do the lies make us happy? Or do the lies stop us from being our very best selves?

And, while you might think the truth, when you truly say it out loud to yourself, you can never, ever go back to the lie. And sometimes, realizing the truth and that you can’t go back hurts more than living the lie ever did.

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By Vegasbab, February 6, 2011 5:57 am

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By Vegasbab, December 29, 2010 5:32 pm

We always want the unknown, what we can’t have, the mystique.

Trust me, I do it all the time too. The unknown is exciting, thrilling and gives us butterflies. If we’re the slightest bit bored or disgruntled we automatically want a new job, a new city, a new significant other, etc. Why? Because we always think the grass is greener elsewhere. Sometimes it is, sometimes it’s not. We strive for perfect, interesting and beautiful, but if you think about it, a beautiful thing is never perfect. Seriously… would you really want a relationship where the other person always yes’d you along, never disagreeing, never pushing you from your comfort zone?

Yet, as Jimmy Fallon explains in Almost Famous, we will never stop chasing the unknown.

Sometimes, I think this is sad. Sometimes, the best things are right in front of our faces and we can’t see them because what’s behind the curtain seems so much better. But, what happens when it’s not? What happens when your perfect is staring you right in the face and you’re too busy chasing “the nothing” that you fail to see your perfect?

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By Vegasbab, December 4, 2010 5:21 pm

Today was supposed to be my day to be part of the3six5 project – 365 days, 365 views. Unfortunately, wires got crossed and they posted someone else’s post. It’s a great project and one I was really excited about. It was one project that I had been waiting over a year to write for, even though I had no idea what the day would be like

Below is the post that never got published

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I’ve thought about this day for almost a year now. Excited, nervous, anxious. What would I write? What city would I be in? What would my life look like? When I picked the date, I was unsure. From a career perspective, we had just been acquired and I knew it was an opportunity for change.

Today’s National Dice Day, apropos for someone working with Las Vegas casinos. Today is also the Great Santa Run, where 10,000 marathoners dress in Santa costumes and run The Strip. It’s the adult version of Disney, where everything is magical & surreal. Nevertheless, for me, the lights have faded. Today, the wind of Chicago is my version of Vegas lights.

The other thing today is? 361 days of what could be called unrequited like. Foolish? Romantic? You decide. All I know is he’s the one I’d take along for my ride around the sun.

Oh yes, I’ve dated others. I love the thrill of meeting someone new as much as the next person, maybe more. In fact, I even started this project, 10 Guys, 10 Drinks. The premise was to go on ten dates and on each date have a different drink, so even if the date was a bust, at least I got to try a new drink. Long story short, I stopped just shy of #10. I wanted to save that one for someone special.

Despite the men I’ve dated, when I think about the person I want to confide in, curl up next to or come home to, it’s him. It’s funny; I used to say he’s not my type. I’d take one look at his picture and wouldn’t think twice. He’d probably say the same about me. Yet, he’s said it himself – we fit well together.

It may not be the “perfect” moment, but today I’m using this post to tell you what I didn’t say well before. I want more. I think us can work. I want a chance. I want you to be #10. How about it? How about a “real” date?

I’m pretending that I am brave. That I do not care if you react to this. It is only pretend.

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The writer is a 28-year-old interactive marketer, who believes in the impossible, playing by rule #76 & is looking for love.

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By Vegasbab, November 26, 2010 7:48 pm

For some reason, this poem hit me tonight, particularly the last line. For the past four months, I’ve been searching for something, albeit I wasn’t sure what. Maybe what I’ve been searching for all long is myself.

Maggie and Milly and Molly and May
went down to the beach (to play one day)

and Maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles, and

Milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and Molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles: and

May came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea.

- E. E. Cummings, “Maggie and Milly and Molly and May”

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By Vegasbab, November 21, 2010 12:57 pm

I’ve written about refusing to settle in the past. As I search for something and especially this past week, it seems to be an appropriate topic and inspired by this one.

Again, refusing to settle doesn’t mean always waiting for perfect nor does it mean being “difficult” or refusing to compromise. What it does mean is never having to give up what you fundamentally believe in.

One of my friends believes that you should marry the person that’s, “good enough.” She explains it as the guy you’re dating that makes you feel okay, but not great. Her thought is, why wait, he (and your life together) will be average or okay. Every time she explains this theory I think, “WHAT?!? WHY?” I don’t get thinking like this, I guess I fundamentally don’t believe in “good enough”

Another example of this is the friend that after growing up and going to Catholic school converted to Judaism for her kids and marriage. Neither one a bad thing, but later in life, she stopped believing in Judaism… it wasn’t something she fundamentally believed in. Not only did she stop believing, but she started to resent her life and her husband for making her compromise a fundamental belief.

The moral? Be careful when you decide to settle, especially when it involves one of your fundamental beliefs. You might end up more miserable and resentful than if you had refused to settle in the first place.

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By Vegasbab, October 11, 2010 8:43 pm

The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. – Carl Sandburg

My oh my, I do love some of the Chicago views. The city is still a novelty to me.

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By Vegasbab, September 25, 2010 8:22 pm

I liked this post so much, that I wanted to repost it… or at least the life lessons that I liked