GlamourGirl

Welcome to 4 Ladies, 120 Dates, 365 Days. Below you will find out more about Ms. Red, Ms. Purple, Ms. Gold , and Ms. Green. I have known these girls since college, and in fact, we all threw coins into Trevi Fountain in Rome. (It might be the reason we are all still single.) So this year (December 2008-December2009) we have taken control of our love lives and agreed to 30 dates each in 365 days.

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Purple here. I live in LA and I love this city, but the dating sucks. 9 times out of 10 someone you meet is involved in the entertainment business. If you haven’t dated a musician, actor, animator, or producer in this city, give it time. I love a good dating story, so when my friends agreed to aim for 30 dates in one year, I accepted. I have no idea what’s in store for us, but with these ladies involved, it will definitely be an interesting year.-Mademoiselle P
Email: purple@glamourgirlnow.com

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This is Green. I am on my journey to 30 this year, and recently out of a long-term relationship. And when I say long, I mean it. I’ve been out of the dating game for almost a decade, but I’ve come back into it with a positive attitude. I live in the City by the Bay, so I am surrounded by many handsome, intelligent, successful men who are simply not interested in me — or my boobs. So I am trying the online dating route. 30 dates is a daunting task, but I’m up for the challenge, and I hope to entertain you with my stories along the way.

Thanks!
Green
Email:green@glamourgirlnow.com
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My worst date happened just a few weeks ago. We met online, chatted on the phone for about an hour, and then agreed to meet up for drinks a few days later. I arrived to the bar first, and settled in the chairs near the window. He walked in a few minutes later, and with a cursory glance around the place, went straight up to the bar and ordered himself a drink. I went up to him and introduced myself, and he smiled. Damn it! He had a gap tooth — like Madonna, but larger! I should have known something was up when the only photo he posted of himself was him smiling, baring no teeth at all.

He bought me a drink as well and we walked back to the chairs by the window. I noticed that he had a notebook in his hand, like one of those ones you used in college. I thought it was odd, but didn’t have too much time to guess because he began his monologue. Oh yes, he started talking and did not stop. I pride myself on being a rather good conversationalist, but this guy was impossible. He talked slowly and tangentially, and I had no idea where he was going with the “conversation.” Half-way through his monologue, he opened his notebook, took out his pen, and asked me what stories I had. He was ready to take notes. Did I forget to mention that he was also enrolled in a comedy college for fun? He was learning how to tell jokes and be “more” funny than he already was. After I politely refused to tell him stories so that he could take notes and then use my material later, he then proceeded to show me notes from one of his previous dates. He and his date came up with a story based on three characters: a carrot, a potato, and a celery stalk. It sounded to me like a base for a good soup, not a story.

I only had one drink, not nearly enough alcohol to forget about this date. How on earth did I end up spending two hours listening to this guy?!?! I didn’t know how to politely extract myself from the date, and I didn’t see how much time had passed. I hope that no other dates are as dull as this one was, but in the meantime, I think I need to arm myself with ways to get out of a bad date. I’m open to suggestions!

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I am Gold and I live in the Valley of the Sun. My last major relationship ended in 2006 and I have been dating on and off ever since. Let me tell you I have dated them all: short, tall, rich, poor, fat, skinny, multi-lingual, and those who barely know English. Dating for me is like a poker game; I never understand what the other hand is playing so I often fold and move on to what I feel are more pressing matters like catching up on episodes of Lost or figuring out my purpose in life. The 30 dates will help me reform my these habits, have some fun, and hopefully lead me to my very own Mr. Darcy. I hope you guys enjoy our tales as we dive into the misadventures of dating.
Email: gold@glamourgirlnow.com

I had been talking to this guy for a while. He was in the military, tall, bald, and cute. I likey. After planning and canceling, planning and canceling we finally met up for lunch. He shows up apologizing because he had boxing practice and got hit real hard. In the middle of his forehead was a huge black and blue bruise. It was right there for me to look at. I try to notice other features but his bruise was staring right at me. Than he started to answer my questions with “I don’t know how I feel about it you are the smart one you tell me.” After hearing that 5 times I was done. I reviewed some of our phone conversations and realized he was basically agreeing with my opinions and never truly offering his own. I soon became uncomfortable with the way he was staring at me, but blew it off as his response to me staring at his bruise. He had made the suggestion we should go to the movies and agreed he would follow me to the local cineplex. I watched as he got into his 1980s Daewoo and I knew at that moment it would not work out. I got in my car and head to the nearest freeway exit. I am 20 mph above the speed limit and I drive through a couple different suburbs and pay attention to every Daewoo on the road. My phone rings a couple of times, but I turn it off. I know I am the jerk in this situation but I couldn’t go through another second of this date. Every stimulation I got on the phone I completely lost on the date.[/slider]

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Ms. Red. I am too busy to write a profile so I’ll make it short. I have been called Sporty Spice on multiple occasions recently so needless to say I like sports, both playing and watching. I’d say I am smart, confident, have a good job, love to travel, and cook and drink wine. I have been passively looking for Mr. Right which is one reason I agreed to the 30 dates in 1 year challenge so I can take a more active stance in my dating life. After all, I am great at challenges and competition, lets consider this challenge a sport of hunting…hunting men. Watch out ragazzi!! Email: red@glamourgirlnow.com

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I may have recently found a gold mine for men (not internet related) – a gym that is in a upscale location and costs a lot of money each month. For the next month the plan is to “sneak in” and check out the scenery (aka men). So far, after only 2 visits I like what I see. As an investment in my future (aka future husband), I may join this particular gym which hopefully will help me reach my goal. As a side note, I may have seen Mr. Right drive off from the gym in a land rover tonight!! Crossing my fingers.[/slider]