tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8613572001504330782011-04-21T17:35:19.713-07:00Two broads who have vast experience in the dating world are putting together a humorous, self-help book called Dorks, Dogs and Dingos - A Survival Guide to the Dating Jungle. Tell us what a Dork, Dog or Dingo looks like, where his natural habitat is, what his distiguishing characteristics and behaviours are.Dorks, Dogs and Dingosnoreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861357200150433078.post-63778540346011185992009-03-23T08:26:00.000-07:002009-03-23T08:26:36.971-07:00I always considered myself to be big-hearted and so found myself dating a lot of dorks. I figured I could overlook a little eccentricity or lack of finesse. A crooked tie, saddle shoes, and hobbies like coin-collecting and bee-keeping were somewhat cute. However, once it got down to dates that were based on 2 for 1 dinner coupons and weekend getways that included a timeshare tour, I figured collecting was an euphemism for a deep, anal retentive need to spend as little as possible. Unfortunately, I found my self moving on to dingos. (more to come)<br />SMC<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/861357200150433078-6377854034601118599?l=dorksdogsanddingos-howtosurvivedating.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dorks, Dogs and Dingosnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861357200150433078.post-29825655127198095632009-03-23T07:55:00.000-07:002009-03-23T08:06:00.784-07:00Ok ladies, I have dated a LOT of dogs and a few dingos - not sure about dating a dork. He could have been a dork dressed as a dog though. I guess I should just get right to my point and share a bit about a dog and dingo I dated. The dog I dated was a good-looking fast talker. Always had a cell phone to his ear and I swear spoke in code language. He was always dressed well and had some sort of new trinket that he wanted to flash and talk about. He spoke about him (a lot). Rarely or never did he ask any questions about me or get to know me. He was ALWAYS late in picking me up but had great excuses - typically he drank more than he could handle. I finally dumped him because it dawned on me that he was totally self-serving and I wasn't even as interesting to him as one of his accessories - in fact, I was an accessory but not one he valued.<br />SB<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/861357200150433078-2982565512719809563?l=dorksdogsanddingos-howtosurvivedating.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dorks, Dogs and Dingosnoreply@blogger.com1