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July 14, 2013 / Dating Hopeful

[music] “Ready or Not” – Bridgit Mendler


Hello my name is… (Bridgit)
Nice to meet you
I think you’re famous
Where have I seen you?
You’ll be my William, I’ll be your Kate
Livin’ like a fairytale
We could have a palace right next to Oprah
37 cars and a yacht down in Boca
Take me away wherever you say
Yeah we could be setting sail

July 13, 2013 / Dating Hopeful

Finding love



But I love her. You should follow her.

AND ME! FOLLOW ME! @DatingHopeful

July 12, 2013 / Dating Hopeful

The beginning and end


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July 11, 2013 / Dating Hopeful

The smallest things




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July 10, 2013 / Dating Hopeful

Between two evils…


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July 9, 2013 / Dating Hopeful

Late Night chats with Four



This is how we talk to each other.

July 8, 2013 / Dating Hopeful

[music] #beautiful – Mariah Carey feat. Miguel


I’m not even joking. He heard on it on the radio before I did, and he’s obsessed. Beyond Obsessed, really.


I like when you run red lights
Don’t stop ’til you thrill me, oh how you thrill me
Always in control, how you do it, I don’t know
But I don’t care, take me anywhere
‘Cause it’s beautiful, ooh you make me feel undressable
And I can’t pretend that that doesn’t mean a thing to me, to me, oh yeah

July 7, 2013 / Dating Hopeful

That shit stupid



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June 11, 2013 / Dating Hopeful

It’s official.



DatingHopeful has a man-friend. I’d say boyfriend, but The Engineer is almost 26 years old, so he’s no boy.


Here from on out, he will be referred to as Four!


Err, I mean manfriend.


June 8, 2013 / Dating Hopeful

[blogroll] “How I Know My Wife Married the Wrong Person”


Found this incredible blog today, and I wanted to share it with all of you. Check out the full post here.

Today my wife Lindsay and I celebrate our two year anniversary.

Two years ago, we tied the knot and took the plunge. Two years ago, the cutest girl in Indiana was taken off the market! Two years ago, we launched the beginning of the rest of our lives. Two years ago…

And after two years, there’s no hiding behind the dinner-and-a-movie façade of dating life any longer. I can’t buy enough flowers to conceal it. I can’t open enough doors. I can’t say enough “I love you’s.” She knows (and painfully, so do I) that she married the wrong person.

Allow me to humbly explain (before she reads this). For quite some time now, there has been a myth floating around our idealistic individualistic society. A myth that claims that marriage will only work when you find your “smoking-hot, high-class, filthy rich, love-at-first-sight, sexually compatible, accept-me-as-I-am, Titanic-Notebook-Sweet-Home-Alabama-Twilight-esque, soul mate.”

Don’t believe me? Look at the message Hollywood communicates; look at the empirical evidence pointing to later and fewer marriages; research studies suggest this is a primary factor that holds men and women back from marital commitment – they just haven’t found their soul mate. They believe in their heart of hearts that their match-made-in-heaven is still out there, somewhere.

Much could be said about where this mindset came from, but let’s just leave it at this – Singles today (and most married couples too) are searching for super-spouses that simply don’t exist. People expect far too much from their spouse in all the wrong areas.

That’s why I know beyond doubt, at least by society’s standards, that Lindsay married the wrong person.  I’ll never be quite as smart as a New York Times Best Seller. I’ll never make a six digit paycheck. I’ll never electrify the bedroom in the way our pornographic media culture broadcasts as the norm. I’ll never understand her quite as well as we both wish I would. I’ll continue to make mistakes. I’ll get angry over silly stuff. I’ll forget to do the dishes. I’ll raise my voice when I shouldn’t. I’ll let pride get the best of me. And I’ll probably think of myself far more often than I should… Oh yeah, and my younger days as a part-time body-builder, part-time male-model, full-time Matthew McConaughey stunt double are over. I retired this January. (Are you drowning in my self-pity yet? I am.)  Look, I’m not an astrophysicist. I’m not a movie star. I’m not a billionaire. I’m just Tyler. And Tyler does not meet the standards of the Real Housewives of Louisville.

So what then is the solution? What do you do when you find yourself in a relationship with the “wrong person?” Well here are a few things you could try:

(1) Every time your significant other falls short, find another. On to the next one. Then when they fall short, and they will, do it again. And again. And then again. Forgiveness is futile. Reconciliation, pointless. If they were your soul mate they’d never make those kind of mistakes. If they really loved you, they would’ve thought before they acted. Of course, there will be significant emotional baggage to carry with each new sexual partner. Or there will be financial fallout from dividing your wealth over and over. Or your kids may grow up with a distorted view of parenting or marriage. But sooner or later you’re bound to find Mr. or Mrs. Right, right? And they’ll be perfect, right?