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" I had it out with &amp;amp;quot;Debbie the Downer,&amp;amp;quot; like 83% of you said I should. However, I think my sentiments went in one ear, and out the other. Her response was: &amp;amp;quot;Well, the truth hurts, babe!&amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;nbsp; Uch, typical! The call actually kicked off a very therapeutic weekend.&amp;amp;nbsp; I did a lot of cool things, even though they weren&amp;#x27;t necessarily conducive to meeting guys.&amp;amp;nbsp; I was inspired by Mags77, who wrote: &amp;amp;quot;You find it when you&amp;#x27;re not looking.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;nbsp; I decided to explore that philosophy....On Friday night, I was supposed to go to our favorite dive bar, the DIME, where the hottest guys in LA reside, but I starting watching Six Feet Under reruns (any other obsessed fans out there?), and got totally swallowed up by the show.&amp;amp;nbsp; I thought, &amp;#x27;You find it when you&amp;#x27;re not looking,&amp;amp;quot; and crawled back on the couch, thoroughly content.As always, I cried my way through each episode. After an especially sad scene, my sniffles turned into sobs! I just started thinking about everything-- from tragedies in the news, to people I&amp;#x27;ve lost in life, to the ever-present melancholy of leaving my ex-boyfriend. I even tortured myself by playing &amp;amp;quot;Goodbye my Lover&amp;amp;quot; by James Blunt, over and over and over (I swear, it was written for me and ex -- does every girl say that?). I was, like, intentionally feeding myself these dark, depressing thoughts.&amp;amp;nbsp; My tears were so real, so rich, so fluid, so salty, that I almost didn&amp;#x27;t want them to stop. I just needed a good cry. The rest of the weekend was filled with culture and cat naps. On Saturday I heard Janet Fitch, the woman who wrote &amp;amp;quot;White Oleander,&amp;amp;quot; read from her new book, &amp;amp;quot;Paint it Black.&amp;amp;quot; I forgot how much I love interesting --and free-- events like that.&amp;amp;nbsp; Later, I went downstairs and listened to my new, cute nabe rehearse with his band (stay tuned-- I&amp;#x27;m intrigued by him!). Sunday was embarrassingly lazy.&amp;amp;nbsp; Read LA Times, NY Times and Vanity Fair....in bed. Watched Almost Famous....in bed. Caught up on phone calls...in bed.&amp;amp;nbsp; Ahhhh, the art of relaxation.To be perfectly honest, I put very little effort into meeting guys this weekend. I just kept thinking about Mags77&amp;#x27;s comment, and used that to rationalize not going to any parties or clubs. I&amp;#x27;ve always believed in &amp;amp;quot;putting yourself out there,&amp;amp;quot; but I like this concept so much more! Then again, maybe it&amp;#x27;s just an excuse to stop trying? Based on your experience, do you agree that the right guy comes when you&amp;#x27;re not looking?? Click here to vote"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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