<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296583765238420114</id><updated>2011-07-28T18:57:40.432-07:00</updated><category term='Wendy'/><category term='Lauren'/><category term='Nicole'/><category term='weekend.'/><title type='text'>Life Through My Eyes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyoungdirkdiggler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296583765238420114/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyoungdirkdiggler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627452772161414004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G58MzV2QKnM/S2kJFYE-UbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/jCDEeKRsCQ8/S220/Man.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296583765238420114.post-2621805448370303892</id><published>2010-02-08T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T13:32:51.547-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend.'/><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>So my weekend started Thursday night when Lauren called me and said she would be arriving in town Thursday night instead of Friday morning. She said they were going out to kick it and I should come through. As I looked at my clock and it read 12:13 and I looked outside and it was pouring, I made the decision to go anyway. SMH. I met her there and had a couple of drinks, which was cool. The next day I was suffered the effects of staying out late and waking up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up meeting Lauren for happy hour with some more of my friends and then going to get sushi after. I dropped her off and then went home. When I got home I hit up &lt;a href="http://theyoungdirkdiggler.blogspot.com/2010/02/purpose-of-this-blog.html"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;, who was also supposed to be in town. She said that she wasn't going to be coming into town till Saturday morning. I ended up going to bed because I wanted to get a good workout in in the morning. The next afternoon I met Lauren at the mall and we lunch with a couple of her friends at Remomos. After we all went to see Legion, which was a pretty good movie. Afterward Lauren and her sister ended up driving back. It was cool hanging out with her but it was weird because we really didn't get a chance to hang out one-on-one. I don't think she was feeling coming back to my house either. I don't know if she thought I was going to try anything with her, even though I wasn't (unless she wanted me to lol). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night I met up with some friends and we all went to Lux Lounge. I was pretty much wasted in there and I ended up seeing Nicole in there. We danced a little before I ran into this other girl I used to mess around with, Tiffany. I hadn't talked to Tiffany in a while because she felt that we shouldn't hang out anymore because she thought all we had was a sexual relationship. So after the club, of course Tiffany hit me up and she came through my crib where we continued with our relationship. I wanted to get up with Nicole but she never hit me back after the club. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night after the Superbowl she text'd me and said that she ended up passing out and she would come through after the game. After I hit her up, she said she would be through within the hour. I woke up this morning with no call from her, so I promptly deleted her number from my phone. I don't like it when people have no regard for my time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I think it was a cool weekend. The Saints won the superbowl, I got to hang with friends and party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296583765238420114-2621805448370303892?l=theyoungdirkdiggler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyoungdirkdiggler.blogspot.com/feeds/2621805448370303892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyoungdirkdiggler.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekend-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296583765238420114/posts/default/2621805448370303892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296583765238420114/posts/default/2621805448370303892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyoungdirkdiggler.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>Dirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627452772161414004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G58MzV2QKnM/S2kJFYE-UbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/jCDEeKRsCQ8/S220/Man.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296583765238420114.post-2089837370669771965</id><published>2010-02-04T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T13:51:05.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wendy'/><title type='text'>Wendy</title><content type='html'>The possibilities of this weekend keep getting better and better. Or worse depending on how it could turn out. Randomly having a conversation with Wendy today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Wendy about three weeks ago at the club. She was in with some guy. I was with my boys and a couple of my female friends. Usually when I go out I just chill out, have drinks and people watch. Every blue moon when I go out I hit the dance floor and party. This was one of those nights. Seeing as how me and my two boys were out with two of my female friends that are absolutely gorgeous we got attention from guys who wondered how we pulled these chicks. We also got attention from girls who wondered the same. I caught eye contact with Wendy a couple of times. I eventually walked up to her and asked her why she wasn't partying. Dude she was with side-eyed the fuck out of me. I figured if that was his girl he would say something. She smiled at me and was like: "I'm going to party". I walked away and told her that I would walk around and when I came back she better be partying. About 30 minutes later she was standing alone and I asked her if she wanted to dance, so we did for a couple of songs. We ended up exchanging contact info. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with her later on that weekend at another spot and partied a little at this other spot. She asked me what I was doing afterward and I told her I was going home. I asked her if she was coming with. We ended up back at my house chilling on my couch watching a movie. I ended up dozing off and she was like she was going to drive home. I really didn't see the point since we both had been drinking, it was almost 4 in the morning and she lived about 20 minutes away. She went home anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend she came over on a Saturday night. She told me beforehand that she was going to stay the night. We ended up watching The Hangover. One thing led to another and we ended up having sex. We've called and text'd each other a couple times this week. I asked her if she wanted to chill out tonight but she told me that she has to get up early tomorrow morning. She wants to reschedule for tomorrow night but I told her I had a couple "friends" coming in town and they might want to go out. She told me that she wants to go out herself and she would hit me up. I told her ok and that we'll play it by ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how this weekend turns out....I'll be back on Monday with updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296583765238420114-2089837370669771965?l=theyoungdirkdiggler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyoungdirkdiggler.blogspot.com/feeds/2089837370669771965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyoungdirkdiggler.blogspot.com/2010/02/wendy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296583765238420114/posts/default/2089837370669771965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296583765238420114/posts/default/2089837370669771965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyoungdirkdiggler.blogspot.com/2010/02/wendy.html' title='Wendy'/><author><name>Dirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627452772161414004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G58MzV2QKnM/S2kJFYE-UbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/jCDEeKRsCQ8/S220/Man.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296583765238420114.post-4760756461680186196</id><published>2010-02-02T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:24:29.990-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><title type='text'>Purpose of this Blog</title><content type='html'>I have so many funny dating situations/experiences that I figured hey why not start a blog about some of my experiences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I'm supposed to be hooking up with a friend of friend. We'll just call her Lauren. She was in town a couple of weeks ago and I thought she was attractive. Ended up exchanging BBM pins with her without really thinking twice about it. My friend, Kendall, hit me up on text asking if I was romantically involved with anyone. I told her that I was dating a couple of people but nothing serious. Apparently there was some mutual attraction. Since then we've been chatting on the phone, gchat and BBM. We'll see how this weekend goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another girl I used to deal with, Nicole, is supposed to be coming in town this weekend as well. We had a friends with benefits situation, but I really haven't seen her in about a year and a half. We'll see how that situation goes as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296583765238420114-4760756461680186196?l=theyoungdirkdiggler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyoungdirkdiggler.blogspot.com/feeds/4760756461680186196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyoungdirkdiggler.blogspot.com/2010/02/purpose-of-this-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296583765238420114/posts/default/4760756461680186196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296583765238420114/posts/default/4760756461680186196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyoungdirkdiggler.blogspot.com/2010/02/purpose-of-this-blog.html' title='Purpose of this Blog'/><author><name>Dirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627452772161414004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G58MzV2QKnM/S2kJFYE-UbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/jCDEeKRsCQ8/S220/Man.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296583765238420114.post-5290947658686569825</id><published>2010-02-02T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:25:10.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Time</title><content type='html'>Well this is my initial post. Hopefully i'll have some interesting things to write about. Oh yeah follow me on twitter. @dirkdiggler_12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296583765238420114-5290947658686569825?l=theyoungdirkdiggler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyoungdirkdiggler.blogspot.com/feeds/5290947658686569825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyoungdirkdiggler.blogspot.com/2010/02/1st-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296583765238420114/posts/default/5290947658686569825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296583765238420114/posts/default/5290947658686569825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyoungdirkdiggler.blogspot.com/2010/02/1st-time.html' title='1st Time'/><author><name>Dirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627452772161414004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G58MzV2QKnM/S2kJFYE-UbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/jCDEeKRsCQ8/S220/Man.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
