Since I moved three months ago, I've spent some of my time attempting to meet new people while reconnecting with old friends at the same time. One night, I was thinking about who would be a good choice to contact after not having met for several years. I finally narrowed that list down, but then was stopped by what might seem like a simple question to many: what should we do to get reacquianted?
Indeed, I've encountered this problem not just with people I haven't seen in ages but also with people who I do things with regularly. Usually, the first suggestion comes up is to go to the movies. I don't have any problem with going to the movies - in fact, that's EXACTLY the problem. I've probably been to fifty different movies at a theatre in my lifetime. The experience remains largely the same over the years: you get in the car(s), drive to the theatre, stand in line for tickets, buy popcorn, soda, or nothing, chat a little while you watch the commercials, watch the previews, watch the movie, walk back to the car(s), and go somewhere else or go home.
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It amazes me how often I hear about bloggers who post things online as a "private journal." Many people have an expectation that if you post a story online, it is only to be read by your closest friends or your target audience and nobody else. Certainly, your parents, bosses, professors, significant others, and other important people won't have a clue as to what you're saying about them.
With the job decision deadline approaching on November 21, I've started evaluating the possibilities. As many readers are aware, on September 12 I went to Orlando for an interview with Lockheed Martin, and since received a competing offer locally. At the time, many people with whom I had casual or more involved acquaintences entered into conversations with me about jobs, as they were either looking for a new job or graduating and taking a first job as well. Most of these people were concentrating their searches within central Pennsylvania.
I was reading 
On July 26, 1998, during the days when dialup connections reigned supreme and 3D graphics had just caught on to the mainstream, I came across 
Anyone would tell you that there are a lot of lazy people who inhabit the planet. What I didn't realize until recently is just how high a percentage of the population is so lazy. It's not just recently that I've been dealing with laziness in other people, but it is recently that I finally realized it for what it was. Whether it's in business, friendships, or volunteer activities, it's exceedingly difficult to find people who reciprocate when the other takes the initiative.
Ever since I was a young adolescent, I've held the belief that your friends should come before your boyfriend/girlfriend/romantic prospect. As high school girls my friends and I used to turn up our noses at other girls who abandoned all her friends just to be with a guy. "Friends before lovers," we'd say. Our reasoning was that friends stick by you through thick and thin; romantic relationships (especially at that age) tend to be transitory and, in the end, not as worthwhile an investment as the friendships one currently has (and is likely to keep). I've continued to hold this belief, but a few friends of mine have made me question whether this viewpoint is something I still believe in.
As you may or may not know, there's been talk of relaunching this site with a broader focus on relationships of all types - friendly, family, and romantic. The reasons behind the shift are simple: not only do these topics overlap somewhat, but people like Heather and I who aren't interested in dating at the moment have difficulty caring enough about the subject right now. As a result, it's difficult to continually write articles on that one topic.
One of the more common search terms to come up in the 
I think that in everyone’s dating life they will at some point in time have a friends with benefits (FWB) situation.
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This weekend, I went on a trip to eastern New England to visit a friend from high school, which is why I haven't been making any posts recently. I hadn't seen her since June 1, 2001, when I invited her to the senior prom, and she graduated from college on Saturday. The distance between central Pennsylvania and the coast north of Boston is immense: so great that I had to travel east along eight different interstates just to get there (99 to 80 to 81 to 84 to 87 to 90 to 495 to 95).
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