tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149406204479542170.post4138773571779564714..comments2023-07-01T10:01:54.212-04:00Comments on Living thru hell, one day at a time: The date from hell... that wasn'tJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00542320138312107780noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149406204479542170.post-41775321614673618482011-07-10T10:56:54.228-04:002011-07-10T10:56:54.228-04:00For starters, I must say that I feel deprived. We...For starters, I must say that I feel deprived. We don't have a chain of chocolate/churros here in Canada. I demand one! Churros are so good they almost taste sinful. Anyway, enough of the churros.<br /><br />While you were talking to the guy, did you get a hint at all of what he was like in real life? I've found that too many times when I chat with someone on the net it's like they want me to see a photoshopped airbrushed version of their personality. Then, when I meet them in real life, it's almost like one of those horrible celebrity sightings that they show in the Enquirer or another gossip rag.<br /><br />I am not in a position to judge anybody given my background, but that doesn't stop me from offering my opinions. I'm a half Latin American/half Arabic man who grew up in Central American and then lived half his life in Canada. Having said that, the people I respect the most are those with strong ideals but who have the ability to respect the opinions and views of others. This dude definitely was not in that category.<br /><br />I will end by offering a suggestion... at least for a couple of weeks, check the underside of your car before you drive off :-)Ricardonoreply@blogger.com