http://www.notthatkindofgirl.net/2009/08/22/the-kind-of-girl-who-asks-strangers-out-all-higgelty-piggelty-on-public-transportation/ So what am I doing today that I've never done before? Thu, 02 Feb 2012 05:38:50 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 http://www.notthatkindofgirl.net/2009/08/22/the-kind-of-girl-who-asks-strangers-out-all-higgelty-piggelty-on-public-transportation/comment-page-1/#comment-56 TKOG Who finds you, wherever you are « Not That Kind of Girl Tue, 12 Jan 2010 11:03:06 +0000 http://notthatkindofgirlblog.wordpress.com/?p=48#comment-56 [...] a Missed Connection in the first place — aside from the fact that when I see a guy I like, I tend to do something about it. But next time I miss my chance with someone, I would completely try [...] [...] a Missed Connection in the first place — aside from the fact that when I see a guy I like, I tend to do something about it. But next time I miss my chance with someone, I would completely try [...]

]]> http://www.notthatkindofgirl.net/2009/08/22/the-kind-of-girl-who-asks-strangers-out-all-higgelty-piggelty-on-public-transportation/comment-page-1/#comment-55 the kind of girl who recaps a bit « Not That Kind of Girl Fri, 11 Sep 2009 05:44:20 +0000 http://notthatkindofgirlblog.wordpress.com/?p=48#comment-55 [...] The guy I asked out on the T (and subsequently found out was not just gay but really actually quite ...: accepted my facebook friendship, but sent back not a word in response to my perfectly charming fbook message creepily asserting that I was not a creepazoid. A few days ago, I fbook messaged him, asking the name of the presidential trivia bar, but as of press time, there has been no response. Part of me wants to use web 2.0 madness to happen to “accidentally” meet up with him in the bar next time he goes, but given my past experiences with stalking, um, maybe I’m better off just sticking to online communication. [...] [...] The guy I asked out on the T (and subsequently found out was not just gay but really actually quite …: accepted my facebook friendship, but sent back not a word in response to my perfectly charming fbook message creepily asserting that I was not a creepazoid. A few days ago, I fbook messaged him, asking the name of the presidential trivia bar, but as of press time, there has been no response. Part of me wants to use web 2.0 madness to happen to “accidentally” meet up with him in the bar next time he goes, but given my past experiences with stalking, um, maybe I’m better off just sticking to online communication. [...]

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