tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55591092012-01-26T00:10:01.155-05:00Diatribe of a Mad Atlanta DaterThe Mad Daterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04232158158684767343noreply@blogger.comBlogger2711100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-51385390007251608562010-04-01T09:44:00.008-04:002010-07-03T02:59:58.790-04:00

... without another blog post. No, this is not an April Fool's Day Joke. But damn, April Fool's Day is the perfect day to bring back this blog, no?Yeah, It's been a minute since I wrote here. I moved to the land of No Black Men aka San Francisco (what up with that?) and have since planted a Mad Dater Flag on many countries (I like'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Hatian... or Irish or English

The Mad Daterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04232158158684767343noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1144055557908504892006-04-03T04:37:00.000-04:002006-04-03T10:49:50.573-04:00

I can't say that I am anything else but angry right now. I woke up at 2:30AM to get some work done. I procrastinated, and just when I decided that it was time to take a nap before working my mother calls at 4AM.I prepared myself to hear that my grandmother had passed away. And then I thought, "What if something happened to my brother?". So I called my voicemail and it was my mother, "Something

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1141083981025496702006-02-27T18:27:00.000-05:002006-02-27T19:33:08.430-05:00

Ok, I've stopped crying, I've removed the pizza place from speed dial and I've put down the Ben and Jerry's ice cream - it's time to rebuild. I've put the treadmill that I bought for my birthday into heavy use. And I feel sweaty and good. I'm gonna be better, stronger, faster and most importantly hotter.I remember when I broke up with Vidal Sassoon Bastard (If you didn't look good, he didn't

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1140663232819594612006-02-23T09:51:00.000-05:002006-02-27T19:11:17.560-05:00

Don't think that behind our tough girl image we aren't still girls. Do you think our hearts don't break also? Do you think we don't need your shoulders to cry on... too? Behind the woman drinking shots with you, behind the woman paying for your lap dance at the strip club, behind the woman talking shit to you while beating your ass at poker is a woman who is just as vunerable as the next chick.

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1140412266764427852006-02-20T01:42:00.000-05:002006-02-20T09:54:03.930-05:00

The following is an email sent to Dr. Love Bastard / Dr. Sigmund Bastard about the post: This Is Not The Email You Want To Get The Day After Valentine's. He called me after receiving my response to the email (see the comments from that post) and said, "Well you 'quote un-quote broke up with me' " & "We never had a conversation about it. You simply said you were done." I responded, "Well,

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1140189006094681552006-02-17T09:44:00.000-05:002006-02-20T23:53:03.340-05:00

This post was inspired by the great list on the Two Guys Blogging post: Ladies, just once in a while.... Post your own list of things you wish that men/ladies would do "Once in a While". Leave me a link in the comments if ya do.Fellas, Just Once in a While:...when your lady comes home have dinner ready, give her a foot rub and don't expect that you'll be getting a BJ in return...give your lady

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1140097590182739452006-02-16T07:16:00.000-05:002006-02-23T00:08:26.373-05:00

It's days like this that I'm reminded that no matter how tough I try to act. I am still a girl who can get her feelings hurt.I was in love last year. I was in love with Dr. Love Bastard (aka Dr. Sigmund Bastard). I'm currently on a I Don't Love Him Diet since I'm not his The One. And more importantly, I've recently realized that he is not my The One.And getting the following email from him to

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1139934371904820462006-02-14T10:37:00.000-05:002006-02-20T01:21:49.196-05:00

This is Part Two of the blog post: His Old Lady With The Shoe"AaArrRrGgGHhhh, AaArrRrGgGHhhh. AaArrRrGgGHhhh!!!" is a sound that only Chewbacca from Star Wars should make. "AaArrRrGgGHhhh!!!!!" is not the sound that a sane person makes. And "AaArrRrGgGHhhh!!!!!" is not the sound that you want to hear from an angry woman with a shoe in her hand heading towards you.No human should be able to

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1139821608609087662006-02-13T03:49:00.000-05:002006-02-20T01:22:27.326-05:00

Nothing says, "Bitch! That's my husband" better than a being hit with a shoe. Though from experience, I can also tell you that being hit with a shoe can also say: "Shut up, you smart ass kid". Especially if you start a sentence with: "Well if you wanted it done right, you should have done it yourself," and my mom is holding the shoe.Clearly, the woman who was about to hit me with her shoe meant

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1139505605527262432006-02-09T12:11:00.000-05:002006-02-17T11:41:49.966-05:00

I can't help but be a little jealous that He's Like a Brother to Me just got back from Jamaica. My dad had plans to spend his retirement in Jamaica. Jamaica was supposed to be Our Place... Our Escape.He had retired last year and this period in his life was supposed to be the reward for all his years of working hard. This was supposed to be the period in his life when he could relax, write,

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1139221751348330482006-02-06T04:57:00.000-05:002006-02-20T01:22:53.333-05:00

Beverage Boy sent me this email after reading the post to this dating blog where I vented about his girlfriend: WTF is Wrong With These Jealous Bitches?!:To: Wonder Girl (aka Mad Dater)From: Beverage BoySubject: What's up?Wonder Girl,What up?! First let me apologize for changing your name in my phone. It had been changed back to (Your Name) from (Guy Looking Name) when I heard your tone at

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1138967441495904652006-02-03T05:34:00.000-05:002006-02-21T10:13:04.720-05:00

This is an archived post. Please read my more recent posts to this dating blogSo let me just lay the facts out for you right up front:My mother left us a few days before my junior year of college was to start. I wasn't home when she left; I had been out playing Grown Folks Games with the guy I was dating at the time. He drove me home at about 3 am and when we turned the corner onto my block, my

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1138623450311186082006-01-30T06:20:00.000-05:002006-02-20T01:24:02.500-05:00

Jealously makes absolutely no sense to me. Like I've said before: Everyone has fans. Deal with it! There'll always be someone who finds The One Your With attractive... especially if you find them attractive. Deal with it! There'll always be people who cheat. Deal with it!And by deal with it, I don't mean checking your man's cell phone, email or underwear (if that's your thing). And by deal

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1138397757285531832006-01-27T15:20:00.000-05:002006-01-30T19:06:10.103-05:00

The comments on the blog post: relationship expiration dates got me thinking... when you do get to the end of a relationship, how do you end it properly?Each person has their own way of ending things. My mother broke up with my family by showing up less and less. She'd spend more and more time away from the family. First simply phoning in dinner recipes for me and my brother to cook while in

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1138216666206887072006-01-25T13:48:00.000-05:002006-01-30T19:07:06.693-05:00

My brother and I were really close growing up. So close that people used to think that were boyfriend and girlfriend because we were always together. When we were younger we watched cousin argue with cousin and uncle argue with uncle and promised each other that when we grew up we'd never be like that. We'd never fight. We'd never let the time come when we wouldn't speak to each other over

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1138044882661345962006-01-23T12:59:00.000-05:002006-02-17T14:52:17.090-05:00

This is an archived post. Please read my more recent posts to this dating blogYes, I have been on a dating hiatus of sorts. I've relegated the one dude who I am interested in to IM/Text Messaging only. It took all the convincing in the world by He's Like a Brother to Me (ie - a long gimlet filled lunch at Fox Sports Grill) to get me to go to Leopard Lounge last Thursday. And when I got

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1137887854810643882006-01-21T18:30:00.000-05:002006-01-30T19:07:46.973-05:00

In her blog post : Oh.. by the way, I am not into you Neenee pondered: ...This issue of dating someone for a while, sleeping with them, and just when the relationship is about to enter into serious coupledom, one of the parties says, "Yea, I am just not feeling it. You are great and everything, but I am not feeling what I should be feeling." date - like: "Good for 4 Months of Hot Buttered Sex"

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1137631835504792292006-01-18T15:39:00.000-05:002006-01-30T19:14:24.186-05:00

This is part of a series of Wednesday posts to my dating blog called: The More Introspective Mad Dater - Thanks for the suggestion Van Vader. See also: Last Friday's Dating Blog Post Was Supposed to be Funny.How do you deal with hurt that is new to you? How do you deal with betrayal by a loved one... when you are only a child... In a healthy way?Fourth grade began with my parents asking my

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1137508613537858022006-01-16T08:19:00.000-05:002006-01-30T19:17:41.146-05:00

Yes, I have often proved the opposite to be true... by messing around with friends such as Dr. Love Bastard and Beverage Boy. But I do believe that men and women can be friends.Case in point: He's Like a Brother To Me - who I've been friends with for 10 years now. He loves me warts, quirks & all, laughs at my idiosyncrasies and never treats me like a "girl" when we're hanging with his boys (

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1137512399202216392006-01-13T12:39:00.000-05:002006-01-30T19:56:30.200-05:00

I'm not meant to have a menage a trois. I'll probably never have a threesome because the reality of "diving for pearls" is not appealing to me. But that's not to say I haven't attempted The Threesome.There was the time when I was hanging out with Lame Excuse Bastard at East Side Lounge and I asked a certain regular, Ms. Shows Her Breasts, if she was down for the Three. Ms. Shows Her Breasts

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1137009206999150622006-01-11T13:01:00.000-05:002006-01-30T19:02:33.616-05:00

It was supposed to be about my last year of dating. I had it all planned in my head Thursday night. And then I woke up Friday morning to the sound of my cell phone ringing (actually it's my dad's cell phone). And God, I couldn't help myself, I hoped it was my Dad calling to wish me Happy Birthday on his cell phone. Which is a feat that could only be possible if my life were the movie

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1136828429376210282006-01-09T12:01:00.000-05:002006-01-22T17:47:26.770-05:00

Ok Kids... so here it is: A Dating Blog Contest For The Mad Dater's Return to Blogging.Prize: An iPod ShuffleHow to play: Read the blog and email me the answers to the questions.Rules: You have until Feb. 9th 2006 to send me the answers. The winning entry answers all of the questions correctly (or is the closest). In the event of more than one entry being correct. I'll pick the winner who

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1136472603499157002006-01-06T09:09:00.000-05:002006-01-17T10:53:08.216-05:00

Just wanted to let everyone know that yes, the Mad Dater Blog officialy returns Monday And what would a re-launch be without a contest? Well I guess it would be just a re-launch. But I digress.Hmm, I know you're thinking: "But you've already started blogging again." Well, the last few posts have just been a warm up. This Blogger's gotta get her groove back too.To all the old readers: Thanks

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1136369969391820212006-01-04T05:19:00.000-05:002006-01-04T20:36:15.903-05:00

So how much Frivolous Dating Time do you have left before you're dragging someone down the aisle?OK, so those damn eHarmony commercials got to me. And damn, if I didn't spend 45 minutes filling out that never ending questionnaire. And damn if didn't start getting responses from people who were "on paper" really compatible to me.So what did I do? Did I agree to meet the would be dates? Nope. Why?

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1136261991131575292006-01-02T23:19:00.000-05:002006-01-30T08:23:37.436-05:00

Read my most recent posts to this dating blogWell if Public Enemy's own Flavor Flav has a reality show where wannabe strippers fight over him (as one contestant said: "It's like a ghetto prom"), and women can blame their wedding jitters on being kidnapped, it's only fitting that a site like Wedding Betting exists.The Wedding Betting website allows you to post wedding announcements, then others

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1136073973958396632005-12-31T18:47:00.000-05:002006-01-06T06:32:12.470-05:00

Most people say that they want to date a friend, who they happen to have great sex with. As Beverage Boy so eloquently put it:"I just need someone I'm cool with to have sex, go out every once in a while, not get on my nerves, and not get mad if I want to deal with other people if I choose to let them know."Been there, done that with Dr. Love Bastard aka: Dr. Sigmund Bastard. Here's the one

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1135783189455745492005-12-28T09:58:00.000-05:002006-01-23T17:55:38.633-05:00

Ok, I had to post this. According to the Slut-o-meter, the Mad Dater website is only 15.27% promiscuous. In all honesty, I assumed it would have been higher considering the content of my dating blog. According to the Slut-o-meter site, the promiscuity percentage is calculated as follows:: Slut-o-meter evaluates the promiscuity of the subject you enter by comparing the number of Google

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1135171657140525222005-12-21T08:25:00.000-05:002006-01-03T03:46:41.730-05:00

Welcome Atlanta Journal and Constitution Readers. Thanks for visiting. Thanks goes out to Wise Diva,(who posted comments here under the name BookWorm Diva) for posting my Player Pie Dating Recipe to the Misadventures in Atlanta dating blog. I always said Wise Diva should start a blog...If you are new to this blog: you may want to start at my very first post from 2003 on why I started this blog:

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1105039078012579232005-01-06T14:17:00.000-05:002005-12-21T09:35:23.176-05:00

Ladies' remember when you were younger and guarded your "rep" as a "good girl", even if you did let boys get to "2nd base"? If anyone said anything about you in a sexual way you were embarrassed. And if you were a tough girl, you would round up ya posse and go find the person who was spreading these "rumors" about you and fix the situation.Today that is so not the case for this girl. Anyone who

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1102972415719285042004-12-13T16:03:00.000-05:002004-12-13T16:16:47.346-05:00

I had an Akita who passed away a few years ago. Every day like clockwork, she would leave our yard and roam the neighborhood. With a "clink" of the front gate she would be gone for the day. Gone to run with the other neighborhood dogs. Gone get into fights and hunt cats (including two of our own). And if she was in heat, gone to get her notorious "hump" on - (We caught her in the act more

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1102367960772613572004-12-06T16:06:00.000-05:002004-12-06T16:23:32.983-05:00

My mother left without a word in the middle of the night 6 days before my junior year of college. After not speaking to my family for nearly 2.5 years, she reappeared just as mysteriously and 8 years later she still refuses to acknowledge that this ever happened. A few months ago I finally summoned up the courage to ask about “the non-discussed” and her only response to me was, “It wasn’t 2.5

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1101934991484321952004-12-01T15:57:00.000-05:002004-12-06T16:24:44.273-05:00

Obviously, 'tis the season for bastards to re-appear! From: "No Sex In The Champagne Room Bastard" To: The Mad Dater Subject: hey How are you?My Questions:What's up with sending an email that only has three words?What's up with even emailing me after the way things even ended?Would an appropriate response simply say: "I'm Fine"

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1101218226178412202004-11-23T08:53:00.000-05:002004-11-26T13:45:42.403-05:00

"By my watch it's 9:10" - Oh hey guys, that's "Dr. Love Bastard", he's just a little mad that I didn't make my promised 8:15 appointment last Friday. See I dind't show up because I thought it best if for us to just go back to being friends without the quotes. Guess I should'a clued him in here.... "Well you could'a called...." - Yes, I guess I could'a called, but then I'd be having this

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1101151334118817812004-11-22T14:14:00.000-05:002004-11-22T14:22:14.120-05:00

Haven't been in the blogging mood. But expect a post tomorrow. (That's me covincing myself.)

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1100292793628423562004-11-12T15:51:00.000-05:002006-01-25T15:17:34.826-05:00

Sappy sentiment still makes me cringe. I never thought I would be the one asking for intimacy in any of my relationships. I'm usually the girl who leaves the conversation (either mentally or physically) whenever someone I date mentions “feelings”. Yet here I am wondering why the hell I don’t ever get a post coital cuddle with “Dr. Love Bastard”. It’s not like I haven’t mentioned it (This is an

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1100030108606356362004-11-09T14:34:00.000-05:002004-11-09T15:06:59.366-05:00

I was away from Atlanta on business last week and definitely doing more business than pleasure. Why? Because the demographic of the trade show I was at was mostly women and older men. Now don't get me wrong, I like a little gray hair on the fellas, but when I'm yelling "Spank me daddy", I don't want the dude to be older than my dad - lol. So what's a girl to do, when she's out of town and

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1098122964749622922004-11-01T14:08:00.000-05:002004-11-01T14:34:02.796-05:00

Sex begets Sex - ie, bang ya lonely friend who complains about not getting any. While it's a lesser known theory, I truly believe that the fastest way to get some is to already be getting some. I'm not sure if this works for women, but I know for a fact that it works for dudes. All ya gotta do is have sex with a friend who is complaining about not getting any and next thing you know it will be

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1098819874717330822004-10-26T15:21:00.000-04:002004-10-27T15:57:20.066-04:00

I'm working on a theory: The more you read the less sex you have. (Hence the lack of sex among nerds) In the last two weeks I have finished three books: In Cold Blood, Life, the Universe and Everything, and Rule of the Bone : Novel, A. I've also started two books: A Prayer for Owen Meany and So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish. And I think I had sex once. I say, "I think", not that I was drunk

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1098466513347914882004-10-22T13:34:00.000-04:002004-10-22T13:55:56.960-04:00

I don't know about y'all, but for the most part, I make it a point not to date strangers. If after going out with a dude and I find out that he's crazy I need a witness and a reference to scream on for having a crazy friend. With my track record with strangers, this seems to be the best method. Remember that semi-psycho: "No Sex in The Champagne Room Bastard"- a stranger, remember: "Phone

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1097868857451467752004-10-18T15:22:00.000-04:002006-01-02T19:37:41.120-05:00

Yes, I have been doing some writing... on the Atlanta Metro Blog that is:08.24.2004: Economic Changes Over Time09.02.2004: A Tree Doesn't Grow on North Highland09.13.2004: Excuse Me While I Rant10.06.2004: Go Lord Jeffs!!10.04.2004: Are You Southern Fried?10.15.2004: Atlanta Celebrates Photography BTW: I have decided to start writing twice a week again instead of the once a week that it has

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1097606790202469602004-10-12T14:07:00.000-04:002004-10-12T15:00:07.566-04:00

While it might be obvious, I'll say it: these last few weeks I've not felt like bothering with the whole dating/hooking-up thing. Oh yeah, I thought about "giving the game up" as the players say. Thought about tossing in my player card, thought about retiring my pimp cup. Well, not so much the Pimp Cup thing since I'm a little offended by the concept, plus I think Lil John own's them all. How I

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1097001349170231042004-10-05T14:20:00.000-04:002004-10-12T15:02:28.050-04:00

I'll Take Taye Diggs for $1000:The Mad Dater may need the help of this attorney in dealing with some of her ex-bastards like "No Sex In The No Sex In The Champagne Room Bastard" ? Who is Kevin Hill What The Mad Dater said to "Stevie Wonder/ El Diablo Bastard" the last time she say him? What is "Go" Like this title character The Mad Dater also got her "groove back" with the younger bastard - "I

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1097001463072518152004-10-01T14:35:00.000-04:002004-10-05T14:37:43.073-04:00

In case you haven't figured it out.... There's actually a little more to this and it was hinted at in the last post. I'll have to write more about that later. But thanks to all the people who are crazy enough to check in here. I appreciate it - much!

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1096315063354012192004-09-27T15:36:00.000-04:002004-09-27T16:08:29.276-04:00

The Bastard Daily News: Blotter Edition Atlanta, Ga. - (AP) - News of the weird....On 6th and Spring a man with a business card that proclaimed him to be "The Rugmaster" stopped The Mad Dater and offered to buy her lunch. He then proceeded to try and give her $10.00. "The Rug Master" also did not understand why The Mad Dater thought his business card was hilarious since he was a carpet cleaner

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1095970397002215232004-09-22T16:09:00.000-04:002004-09-23T16:16:33.106-04:00

If I were Monica Lewinsky... The stain on my new blue dress wouldn't be a Cain Cuvee stain.... And the person who cause said stain wouldn't be Jewels.... (It was well worth it Jewels- you are excellent company) And speaking of good 'ole Bill, the older man I think I have a crush on would be Billy-boy and not... I'd know why one seemingly plain blue dress would garner so much attention. Then

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1095792624959419072004-09-20T14:48:00.000-04:002004-09-21T14:50:24.960-04:00

Question: When does "Just give me a call. We should totally get together for lunch" mean "Don't F'ing call me again"": Answer: Called up 'ole young buck himself, "I Need Love Bastard" Saturday night. Hadn't spoken to him in about two weeks, so I thought it would be a good time to see what he's been up to. Asked him what he was doing later that night: "I'm probably going out for a drink." A few

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1095184684664394842004-09-14T13:58:00.000-04:002004-09-21T14:53:04.400-04:00

You're single in the city. You've cast your hook about so many times that it's lost it's slack and refuses to stay in long enough to catch any "maybes" and your best friends now live in other cities. What's a girl to do when she wants to have a night out on the town in the company of a man whose appendage won't be poking you? She finds a gay husband, that's what. He's cute. He sociable. He makes

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1094828993770945952004-09-10T10:29:00.000-04:002004-09-10T12:31:16.783-04:00

"Dr. Love Bastard" is a wee bit miffed at me. Old boy has never had a girl hang the phone up on him... until I did the other day. He didn't believe I would actually give him the old "click-er-roo", until he heard the dial tone. But as usual, The Mad Dater is able to turn straw into gold, and he promises to "Pay me back for my misdeeds" tonight... And speaking of phone freaks.... This Bastard,

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1094656281711284252004-09-08T10:14:00.000-04:002004-09-10T10:17:53.386-04:00

The people over at SyncMag placed an online dating ad using Google AdWords (BTW: Happy 6th B-day Google). Call it Dating Adwords Style. They bought an ad for a bastard I'll call "Like'em Thick Bastard" targeting the words "Star Jones" and "Deep Fried Twinkies" that links to the following site: "Hi, My name is Roger Buck. I'm sick of scrawny model types, and am looking for a real woman....

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1094567838570656022004-09-06T10:00:00.000-04:002004-09-07T10:57:59.500-04:00

The average time people watch porn for is 3.5 minutes - From the 60 Minutes piece: "Porn In The U.S.A."While bastard fasting this weekend, (Yes Paul, believe it) I was wishing there was some porn in my house. If the choice is between a Tim Matheson CBS Sunday movie and Porn, I'll take the latter every time. Then again, the last porn movie I saw was so bad that I might have to reconsider. Hmm,

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1094249575238707452004-09-03T18:02:00.000-04:002004-09-07T09:46:07.350-04:00

I'm fasting! (again) No Cigarettes. No alcohol. And you guessed it, no Bastards. No shoes either- but that's a whole other addiction. In the past, I haven't been too good about keeping these promises to myself. Some Bastard calls, or stops by, or I "just happen" to be in their neighborhood, etc and "boom" - well more like "bam". So to even write it here seems futile. It's like seeing an old

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1093875469735378842004-08-30T09:47:00.000-04:002004-08-30T10:32:26.706-04:00

Here's a quick Monday morning riddle: Question: When is a massage not a massage? Answer: When it's surrounded by quotes - "Massage" Top'o the morning. TGIM - Thank God it's Monday! The birds are chirping. The sun is shining. I'm whistling while I'm working. Ok, maybe none of that is true and I'm simply basking in the "after glow" that hasn't faded just yet. Who was I fooling,

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1093551612376320442004-08-26T15:39:00.000-04:002005-12-27T08:29:59.036-05:00

My bastard quotient has decreased a whole 15%. See I knew I changed. Here's proof: When given the opportunity to sleep with "Dr. Love Bastard" , I slept on the couch. When he woke up cranky to an empty bed, I asked him if he, "... fell out of his bed?" He said the problem was that someone didn't "... fall into his bed." Opps.... I still have yet to call "Second Time Around Bastard".

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1093268161774060592004-08-23T09:03:00.000-04:002004-08-23T09:44:27.920-04:00

Question: What has a sad face, and has a bottle of wine attched to their hand? Answer: A bastard who knows he messed up.Yes, "I Need Love Bastard" has apologized for be ing a jerk-off the other night (and reimbursed me for that cab ride). He said all the right things: "I need to apologize in person", "I'm sorry", "You'd be a dolphin." OK, the Dolphin thing is not a typical part of an apology,

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1093265608015196482004-08-20T08:52:00.000-04:002004-08-23T08:53:28.016-04:00

Forbes magazine has named Atlanta one of the "Best Cities for Singles" and if you've ever read this Dating Blog, you know I agree with that. Yet, a lot of people I know complain that they never meet anyone. Therefore, as a public service, I'm giving away my two best tips to help my fellow Atlantans meet that someone: Read the rest of my post on The Atlanta Metroblog.

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1092837550029443122004-08-18T09:07:00.000-04:002006-01-04T06:21:37.866-05:00

Well, she's DC's problem now.Even though Witchy Woman is gone, I'll still keep the hope alive that they'll discover the island of our dreams reallly does exist: Paradise Island home of Wonder Woman, where women with super powers and great jewels.Witchy Woman (often mentioned in this dating blog) the unofficial "Mayor of Atlanta" will now be kissing babies and shaking hands in DC. (Go out to

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1092685417402284672004-08-16T15:33:00.000-04:002004-08-17T10:38:34.720-04:00

How does a bastard find himself on the Road to Beat-It-Ville with The Mad Dater: Show up drunk to see me without the courtesy of a shower. Show up drunk to see me and consider foreplay, laying on top of me Show up drunk to see me, invite me to your place and tell me you'll reimburse me for cab fare. When a woman says "Let's just have sex and get this over with", it's not a trick

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1092665713280019052004-08-14T10:03:00.000-04:002004-08-17T17:54:47.173-04:00

Yes I do think about other things other than Bastards and Dating! You can find those thoughts over at: Metroblogging Atlanta which is part of the Metroblogging Network. My two recent pieces are: Where There's Smoke: About fmr. Georgia State Senator Ralph David "take two and pass it" Abernathy III Street Cred: About Atlanta's lack of Street Entertainers You can also read an article

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1093877038546751722004-08-11T10:43:00.000-04:002004-08-30T10:43:58.546-04:00

I have a lot to say but am too sick to say it. I'll be back next week.

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1091821697306321882004-08-06T14:19:00.000-04:002004-08-06T16:32:00.736-04:00

Am I cured of: "Why Can't You Leave Me Alone Bastard"(aka: "Stevie Wonder Bastard"): He called and told me he "thought he saw me at MJQ.... Ok my only response: "Well if you thought you saw me (bastard), then you should have said something and you would have known that the person you saw wasn't me" What the hell kind of Bastard logic does that make? "You thought you saw me" but you didn't

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1091644004430437252004-08-04T14:23:00.000-04:002006-02-07T12:50:08.796-05:00

This is an archived post. Please read my more recent posts to this dating blogAKA... If my life were a "Seinfeld" episode... Playing the part of Elaine is the Mad Dater:Jerry: So this young bastard, "I Need Love Bastard”, he’s still around? You saw him twice this weekend? I thought it was over.Elaine: Ehh....Jerry: Come on Elaine. You know how these things go: you meet, you have way too much sex

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1091544133906997092004-08-03T10:34:00.000-04:002004-08-04T10:29:10.813-04:00

For the person who listens to music on the internet: Last FM and Yahoo LaunchCast. For the people who blog and have multiple feed types: Feedburner. For those people who like Google, but want a cluster search engine: Vivisimo. For the person who is always on the lookout for the next new thing: Research Buzz. For the person who reads way too much: - Topix . BTW: WHOO-HOO - Margie

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1091476360697074112004-08-02T15:02:00.000-04:002005-12-27T08:40:34.196-05:00

I take no responsibility for the events of last weekend; blame it on The Wild Curly 'Fro-Like Thingy that is my hair. Yes, I brought out The Wild Curly 'Fro-like Thingy this weekend. The effect it has on men is astonishing.Like the old man in the supermarket who stopped picking out his BBQ chips to tell me how much he liked it (and then kept staring at me -eww). Or like, "I Need Love Bastard"

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1091127912051317482004-07-29T14:41:00.000-04:002004-07-29T15:05:12.050-04:00

I just read my horoscope and it predicts: "Venus enters your relationship arena... When she flows into emotional Cancer. Normally invulnerable and reserved by nature... Your relationships require you to show your feelings and your sensitivity now." The cosmos must be out it's da#! mind. So, in the near future I'll have to actually admit to having emotions, huh? (Earth to Ms. Spock - "

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1090959580622297952004-07-27T16:14:00.000-04:002006-02-21T20:25:11.696-05:00

This is an archived post. Please read my more recent posts to this dating blogTransfixed. My brother and I stood on the playground at the community center awed by your sound Hip-Hop. We didn't hear the people teasing us for pretending our pajamas were "real clothes". My seven year old ears were only concentrating on how your rhythm made the the big kids dance. My cousin told us you were rap

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1090590791360423292004-07-23T09:14:00.000-04:002004-09-02T17:49:58.223-04:00

Yes, I like to be in charge. But do I really? Remember, I need to date someone who "must make me feel like school's in session and I'm the pupil". But those men don't seem to find me. And I never thought Mr. Sweet, feeds me strawberries in bed, kiss me on my head in the middle of the night, riddled with performance anxiety "I Need Love Love Bastard" would be the one to put me in my place.

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1090591639955764162004-07-21T09:59:00.000-04:002004-07-28T09:46:29.463-04:00

To anyone who is subcribed to this site, there is a problem with the subscription service which is why you may not have recieved your subscrition via email or may have gotten it late. Sorry. I'm working on it. To anyone who is subscribed to the RSS feed through My Yahoo, please update your feed info to either : http://feeds.feedburner.com/DiatribeOfAMadDater http://www.2rss.com/atom2rss.php?

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1090587743490826852004-07-19T08:39:00.000-04:002004-07-23T17:43:16.300-04:00

I tried to be good and only date myself. I planned on spending last weekend with The Roots, Van Hunt and a couple of Frank Sinatra movies.  I tried and I planned.  But you know, my best laid plans.... I decided to go to Criminal Records  for The Very First Free George Bush! Reading & Music Rally .  To those who know my political leanings, a buffer was necessary -so I enlisted "I Need Love

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1090419811490245642004-07-16T09:47:00.000-04:002006-01-17T10:19:48.990-05:00

While eating dinner at Harry & Son's, He's Like a Brother To Me told me the kind of bastard I'm looking for lives in San Francisco. So I need a Gay Husband? If so, I don't need to leave Atlanta for that. I already have a gay husband here - Houston. Well he's not officially my husband yet....What He's Like a Brother To Me meant is that the only guys who fit the bill for my eclectic tastes

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1089986879234732352004-07-13T09:48:00.000-04:002004-07-20T11:13:29.806-04:00

The Academy of Bastard Arts and Sciences  presents the first annual: The Bastard Emmy's : Best Young Bastard in a Recurring Role: "I Need Love Bastard":   For discovering my G-Spot (which I thought was a myth) and you all wondered why I kept him around so long. Mmmm, and to think he's so young.... Best portrayal of a Villain by a Bastard: "No Sex In The Champagne Room Bastard":  The fact that

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1089744473484113442004-07-08T14:47:00.000-04:002006-01-15T15:13:50.966-05:00

While not as popular as the month I learned to “Touch Myself” (I wonder if my parents knew of that use for the shower massage – lol), I herby proclaim July to be "I Date Myself Month". And no, I won't be TIVO-ing Oprah and adopting the neighborhood cats. I will be going on actual dates with myself.Don't we all just need a break from dating every so often? I sure as hell do. After reviewing

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1089637319178255302004-07-05T08:44:00.000-04:002004-07-13T18:13:42.456-04:00

And to think, I thought I was actually channeling the kinder, gentler Mad Dater. I was obviously delusional, since Strawberry Shortcake told me over dinner at Mid City Cuisine (someone still need to explain that fava bean app to me) that some of these posts come across as bitter. Well, she did tell me that it's odd since I'm not bitter in my everyday life. I don't know why this dating blog

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1088778716831997202004-07-02T10:31:00.000-04:002004-07-02T10:42:44.440-04:00

Usually I say to myself, "Life would be so much easier if I were a lesbian." Obviously this dude agrees: City Pages: Girl, Interrupted)He acutually spent three years in the blog world living as a 27 year old lesbian woman. Go figure. Dude let me tell you, after a year of chronicling my dating and reviewing it, ( my One Year Blog Anniversary is next Tuesday), I think my life would be easier

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1088519466697214042004-06-29T10:31:00.000-04:002004-06-29T15:10:37.873-04:00

I've been recorded and not in the good "I better have the only copy of this tape" way. More like the "Stupid Criminals Caught On Tape" way. "Dr. Love Bastard's" machine recorded my conversation with "I Need Love Bastard". Of course it's one of those new fangled machines that can send your messages to email - busted! See the night before, I turned down "Dr. Love Bastard's" invitation for "

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1087915082399148292004-06-22T10:38:00.000-04:002006-02-07T12:50:48.333-05:00

This is an archived post. Please read my more recent posts to this dating blogAt 23 I was still tying to understand how a parent could leave their family without a word, as my mother had done when I was 20. At 23 I was still trying to understand how one event could change the path of your life, as mine had changed. At 23 I was still trying to understand how even with friends and family who

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1087668481037353442004-06-19T14:07:00.000-04:002004-07-14T17:13:02.133-04:00

Dear Mad Dater: Wow, I can't believe that you invited me to your company party. It was nice to receive an invite from you after speaking to you the week before. Crazy how we always seem to think of each other at the same times.... I'm glad that you did return my call. It had been a while since I last saw you. I think it was about 9 months ago- shortly after I met HER. It's cool that we can

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1087497668377586212004-06-17T14:41:00.000-04:002004-06-17T14:46:28.110-04:00

The Pistons beat the Lakers 3 in a row at home to win the NBA Championships and I actually miss "I Need Love Bastard" . I feel like a kid who gave away a toy she was tired of and now remembers how fun that toy was. Yes, I know I said I was bored with this 23 yr. old boy toy. Hey, I also said that there was no way the Lakers would let the Pistons get off 3 games in a row. "I Need Love

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1087308977883608432004-06-15T10:16:00.000-04:002004-06-15T14:05:29.653-04:00

Maybe it's caused by our estrogen. Maybe it's caused by the long periods of time we spend in over-priced high heels. Or, maybe it's caused by our prolonged use of artificially scented lotions (What's a Coco-berry?) that causes we women to obsess over every little thing HE SAID with our friends. And why am I always the friend who has to hear these details (over and over)? And why am I the one

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1086896643486954742004-06-10T15:17:00.000-04:002004-06-19T16:39:14.133-04:00

Yesterday... I decided I needed to go on a Bastard Diet - also known as The Low Protein Diet. The easy answer to why I need a Bastard Diet is that it's almost summer and I need a change. The real answer is that I haven't been in the mood to date since receiving some horrible news regarding my family back in New York.... Last night... I dreamt that my (former) crush came to visit me with his "

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1086723747156347432004-06-08T15:42:00.000-04:002004-06-09T10:19:56.400-04:00

“What are you looking for?" "Stevie Wonder Bastard" swears that the reason why he broke up with me was because "I didn't know what I wanted." An easy conclusion to draw after I went out on a date with "Where'd Ya Get That Bastard" while we were still dating. Oops! (BTW: He now claims that I broke up with him...I guess that makes him feel better for being a dumb a$$) But every bastard I

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1086117308058231382004-06-01T15:13:00.000-04:002006-02-14T18:43:47.123-05:00

This is an archived post. Please read my more recent posts to this dating blogRemember when you were a kid and you had a crush on someone? Just the thought of them and your brain would smile. The least bit of acknowledgement of your existence on their part would send a hot flush through your body like inhaled exhaust fumes. You'd concoct elaborate fantasies that began the day you told them

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1085502533193737722004-05-25T11:43:00.000-04:002005-12-31T19:18:29.240-05:00

AKA: Anything Can HappenMy tolerance level is low. Yup, I'm a light weight. After my third drink, anything can happen. After I've decided that a bastard and/or my life is boring me, anything can happen. After having drinks with PYT at The Dark Horse Tavern , then drinks at Dragonfly, then heading over to Commune with He's Like a Brother To Me and finally some late night grub at Da Vinci's,

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1084922197718174402004-05-18T18:52:00.000-04:002004-05-25T13:09:36.593-04:00

AKA: He didn't tell me he wanted to watch the Playoffs... Yes, I know that "You don't know why you're with me" , that you're just "Living in the moment" and that you "Try not to think about these things." But when I say "Do you ever wonder if I'll get bored?" , I really mean "Times up, sorry I kept you". Seriously, it was only a matter of time 'till I got bored kid. Because at 23, "I

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1084308932906434532004-05-11T16:43:00.000-04:002004-05-11T17:07:41.226-04:00

It's almost summertime and I'm already feeling all "cute-girl". Maybe it's the tan. Maybe it's all the bastards that have contacted me recently. (Did I mention that "Vidal Sassoon Bastard" called me and "Dr. Love Bastard" is back in town?) Maybe it's the younger bastard that I've put into regular rotation. That's right, "I Need Love Bastard" is 23 (I'm 30). Yes yall, I can now officially be

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1084013656364846862004-05-04T06:54:00.000-04:002004-05-11T17:10:30.343-04:00

The Bastard Daily News: Political EditionAtlanta, Ga. - (AP) The Big Bastard Swap '04 goes off without a hitch. They said that no woman could date a bastard and then date his roommate and not end up with the situation looking like an episode of Jerry Springer; they didn't know The Mad Dater. Taking a cue from her George W Bush, The Mad Dater set-up a private meeting with "I Need Love Bastard"

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1083109642303929042004-04-24T19:07:00.000-04:002004-04-27T20:15:20.826-04:00

Summer must be here because... my Bastard life is getting complicated. Last Thursday I called up "Mr. Touchy-Touchy Bastard" , to "see what he was up to" (especially since Dr. Love Bastard is out of town) but he was like "I'll call ya back...". We all know what that means: Look if I haven't found someone else to "Hit-up" and I'll hit you up if that falls through. Being impatient I decide to

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1082561180064927522004-04-21T11:26:00.000-04:002004-05-08T07:25:21.373-04:00

In case ya haven't noticed, ya girl's been MIBA (Missing In Bastard Action) this last week and a half. Well I'm on a Blog Vacation of sorts... Guess I should have written this a week or so ago, to let y'all know huh? Maybe I forgot because I'm blond now. I wonder if I should say I'm a natural blond since there's no evidence to the contrary? Kidding... about the natural blond part and

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1082559049823470982004-04-16T22:12:00.000-04:002004-04-21T11:37:45.873-04:00

... Or Their Roommates Complain... So I'm loud when I'm fuc#ing. So the F@#! What!. Look, if I'm enjoying someone he's gonna know it, his roommate gonna know it and even that nosy woman down the hall is gonna know it. If my spot's getting worked there will be squealing. If I feel my partner need some encouragement, I'm gonna play "Dirty Talk Task Master" . And if someone is on the Itty

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1081461630303767402004-04-08T18:00:00.000-04:002004-04-21T10:15:17.200-04:00

OK - so a girl was on Bastard Overload this last week: There was "Do The Right Thing Bastard" and y'all know what happened with him. There was "The Physicist Bastard" who fascinated me with his explaining of the "The String Theory" (we'll see if he calls). There was"Fight The Power Bastard" who I met on the train. Even thou he was a little too "power to the people" for me, I still took the

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1081281193334469522004-04-06T15:53:00.000-04:002004-04-07T14:23:21.013-04:00

After having drinks at Blais, Apres Diem, and MJQ with Witchy Woman, Jazzy-Belle and PYT, PYT and I ended up at the house of her friend"Do The Right Thing Bastard" (more on that later). The moment he understood that my calling him an a$$hole" was flirting, I knew I was gonna have to get up close and personal with him. After getting his friend who was married to stop trying to touch my goods

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1081176284104980202004-04-04T10:24:00.000-04:002004-04-06T14:59:52.700-04:00

A BIG, BIG congratulations goes out to... Witchy Woman for getting into George Washington University's Graduate School program! I am so excited for you. Plus, I do have a few DC Bastards that I do need to catch up witch. Obviously I will be losing you in a few months but as I always say, it is for the best. You are one of the smartest and greatest people I've ever met (and bitchiest -

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1080939972217960932004-04-02T16:06:00.000-05:002004-04-08T14:08:42.733-04:00

In the words of Witchy Woman, my Bastard Free Week turned into a "Job With No Perks For The Lady" week. But I did learn many things after breaking my oath to myself? "I Gotta Get Mine [before] You Gotta Get Yours" - Mc Breed feat. TupacFrom now on, I must be blissfully spent before I proceed to give any bastard a good Tongue Lashing. If I were keeping score, last weekend's was: "Dr. Love

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1080763456693727602004-03-30T14:51:00.000-05:002004-04-02T17:01:08.403-05:00

aka - The Milk Maiden Loves an Audience: Tis better to give than it is to receive.. like hell it is. Obviously the person who wrote this wasn't referencing oral sex. Now don't get me wrong, there's definitely a joy in giving oral pleasures - The Roar of the Crowd. (or should I say the moans and groans of the recipient). Everyone loves an audience; and The Mad Dater is no different. If I'm

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1080342663180114132004-03-26T18:11:00.000-05:002004-04-08T14:10:34.310-04:00

This will be a Bastard Free Week. Lord knows that I just need a big 'ole Bastard Break.I, The Mad Dater do hereby solemnly swear that:I will not pick up the phone when Bastards call (unless I really need a "fix" ). I will not any phone numbers from Bastards (unless they are exceptionally cute). I will not flirt with any Bastards (Unless it's that cute counter guy at Belly ). I will not

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1080169675964555872004-03-24T18:07:00.000-05:002004-03-25T15:37:40.903-05:00

"Satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally discover everybody's face but their own"--Johathan SwiftHow does The Mad Dater know when she is getting bored with a member of her Bastard Brigade?I'd rather be laying on my couch watching a Whoopie Goldberg movie marathon than hanging out.I'm jealous of the lady in the Herbal Essence Commercials. Everyone else seems to look cuter than

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1079983577163587322004-03-22T14:26:00.000-05:002004-07-21T10:28:55.983-04:00

The Remake of The Wiz...Dorothy - The Mad Dater Scarecrow - "Lame Excuse Bastard" Tinman - "Dr. Love Bastard" Lion - "Stevie Wonder Bastard" ...The Scarecrow aka Mr. If I Only Had A Brain - If you only had a brain, I could have a real conversation with you that didn't somehow involve you. Can a sister get a real conversation?? Is that too much to ask?? .

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1079738389944585262004-03-19T18:19:00.000-05:002004-03-19T19:13:58.653-05:00

The Weekend's To-Do List:Check out the graffiti show: Collective Arts from the Streetz at the Defoor Centre. Meet Witchy Woman for sunday brunch at Belly to dish the dirt of The Bastard Week in Review.Re-think my plans for: "The Big Bastard Swap of '04" since my Cosmic Butt Kick horocope told me that "...it's best to be practical." (Click here to read the full Capricorn Horoscope)As

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"So why do you date so many people?" I ordered another French Whore* at Carpe Diem and waited for an answer from "Lame Excuse Bastard". He looked as if he were going to say something profound. Either that, or as if he were holding in Gas. Finally he summoned an answer: "Yadda - yadda, and blah blah. Furthermore blazey-skippy." I'm sure actual words came out of his mouth. That's just The

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Paul, remember when you said that men said, "Shouldn't a man have his own (condom's) that fit?". Well this is for you...I arrived all giddy at the door of "Dr. Love Bastard" with my "Toy Chest" begging to be opened. We Chit-Chat (Chit-Chat: noun - idle chatter that will segue to sex) for about an hour, when he goes to take a shower. His taking a shower is usually my signal to hop in bed!I

The Mad Daternoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-1079464338762629702004-03-15T13:39:00.000-05:002006-02-06T10:26:47.503-05:00

What could be more fun than my weekly brunch with Witchy Woman at Belly General Store? No, not seeing sweetie Raymond or that cutie counter guy (who is looking even cuter with his hair short) every week while enjoying a nice lunch. Going Adult Toy Shopping with Witchy Woman after that lunch, that's what! We had actually planned this trip a year ago - to get handcuffs for me, but never ended

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