<?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-25607419</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:17:49.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it is...</title><subtitle type='html'>Just everyday ramblings of events in my sometimes crazy life. A new job. My search for companionship and love and above all else-finding my place in the world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adguy360.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25607419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adguy360.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>groovedude360</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18027707564249294376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3854/2678/1600/Reuben2.1.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-25607419.post-115091480575626161</id><published>2006-06-21T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T13:58:09.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love at first sight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3854/2678/1600/question%20marks.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3854/2678/320/question%20marks.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight? This is a question that I've come across a lot lately. Mostly on myspace bullitens, profiles, ect. I guess I never really thought about what my answer would be to this questions. But today I was at Corner Bakery in Irving having lunch with Anderson Cooper (o.k. not really with Anderson, but with his new book. It's really great.) and I notice that I tend to watch people very closely. Especially as they enter a room. I find myself searching thier faces. I believe you can learn a lot from just observing. Is he in a hurry? Is she sleepy or tired? Or, most of all, do they have kind eyes and a good soul? I guess what I'm searching for in all these faces is a connection. Is he someone I can have a conversation with? Is his smile warm and inviting? Is he someone I want to get to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess my answer to the question is "yes." I do believe in love at first sight. I believe that I'll know imediately if there is a connection. I'll look at him and he'll look at me and we'll both know. Although I do believe that connections can be instant, I understand that love takes longer. However, I do believe the seeds of love can be planted with just a glance. Maybe I'm just a hopeful (not hopeless) romantic. At my age you'd think i would have grown past this silly notion. Even though I may be bitter and old, I still believe in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25607419-115091480575626161?l=adguy360.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adguy360.blogspot.com/feeds/115091480575626161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25607419&amp;postID=115091480575626161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25607419/posts/default/115091480575626161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25607419/posts/default/115091480575626161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adguy360.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Love at first sight?'/><author><name>groovedude360</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18027707564249294376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3854/2678/1600/Reuben2.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25607419.post-114597843527323237</id><published>2006-04-25T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T08:20:35.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't date</title><content type='html'>So, I met this guy a few weeks ago. He's an architect, young and way too cute for me. He's from the east coast but has a European accent. What more could I ask for? Well, for one, I could ask that he return phone calls. You know, I just don't date. I hate the whole idea of it. I'm so tired of meeting someone, think they are really great and then realizing that they just aren't that into me. Story of my life. I don't like the game anymore. I'm too old for that crap. And of course I meet someone that I think is cool just before I decide to move. What's the point? I just don't know. I think the universe is playing some cruel joke on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's the guy I met in Houston over Easter weekend. He text messages me at least three times a day and has called my twice a week since we meet. He's really nice and okay looking, but I have some suspicion about someone who is so aggressive. He's already talking about comming to visit me once i'm settled in dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know. the guy i want to call, doesn't. and then there's the guy that calls too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is why i don't date. it's way to confusing. gay dating for me is like being in the 8th grade only with credit card debit and a better hair cut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25607419-114597843527323237?l=adguy360.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adguy360.blogspot.com/feeds/114597843527323237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25607419&amp;postID=114597843527323237&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25607419/posts/default/114597843527323237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25607419/posts/default/114597843527323237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adguy360.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-dont-date.html' title='I don&apos;t date'/><author><name>groovedude360</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18027707564249294376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3854/2678/1600/Reuben2.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25607419.post-114564927159588367</id><published>2006-04-21T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T13:09:06.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official, I'm out of here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3854/2678/1600/hp-im-sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3854/2678/320/hp-im-sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's official. I got the job in Dallas! I'm so excited. I can hardly believe it. It seems like I've been waiting for this to happen for so long that it's hard to believe that it's finally come. I officially put in my 2 weeks notice last Friday so my last day with my current agency will be April 27. My boss has been really great about my resignation. We had a long talk on Tuesday and I got the chance to tell her how much I appreciate all of the opportunities I've been given here. It's such a HUGE difference from the my last agency. Advertising is a tough business, but my previous boss (and his bitch of a wife) were horrible people. I never felt appreciated for all the long hours and hard work that I put in there. The best thing that happened to me in my life is when they let me go. "We've just lost confidence in you." That was their reasoning behind my firing. Screw them. Since I've been out of that horrible place, my salary has almost tripled and I've had the opportunity to work with some really amazing people.  The hardest part about leaving San Antonio is leaving the friends that I've made here. It seems that the I've met the most incredible, caring, loving people in just the last 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;I've been let down and discouraged by many negative people in my life that I thought that I may have lost faith. But I can honestly say that I've been proven wrong. I've been so lucky to have made true friendships over the past few years. I'm gone miss everyone. Well, almost everyone. (and you know who you are!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really started preparing for the move. My best friend (Vetguy) in Dallas has offered me his spare room so that I can take my time finding a new place. So, the plan is to only take the essentials (clothes, shoes, toiletries, hair products) for now, and leave all my furniture in storage. Once I find a place, I can arrange to have everything moved up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New city. New job. New home. New life.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25607419-114564927159588367?l=adguy360.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adguy360.blogspot.com/feeds/114564927159588367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25607419&amp;postID=114564927159588367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25607419/posts/default/114564927159588367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25607419/posts/default/114564927159588367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adguy360.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-official-im-out-of-here.html' title='It&apos;s official, I&apos;m out of here!'/><author><name>groovedude360</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18027707564249294376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3854/2678/1600/Reuben2.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25607419.post-114442697342984054</id><published>2006-04-07T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T11:31:52.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3854/2678/1600/1306266185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3854/2678/200/1306266185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, so I may be leaving the great city of San Antonio. Last thursday I interviewed with an direct marketing agency in Dallas. And anyone who knows me, knows that I've been trying to get out of this city for years. So, this is really exciting. It's not that I don't love San Antonio. In fact, I've really grown quite fond of this city. It's become very familar and I have some really great friends here. If this works out, I will be very sad to leave. But overall, I'm ready. It's time for a new adventure in my life. I can't live for other people anymore. I have to do this. I want to do this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's back up a little. I'm kinda a late bloomer. I just now, at 34 (almost 35! yikes!) feel like I have the tools, resources, professional experience and maturity to make a move . I've always wanted to try and live in a different city. They say that San Antonio is the biggest small town you'll ever find. And it's totally true. It's a huge city with a small town attitude. It's very conservative and not at all progressive. And just try and be gay and date in this town. I think I exhausted the dating pool by the time I was 25. And if you do the math, yes it's been 10 years since i've dated anyone seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in these past ten years, I've had a few careers, (jobs, mostly) several apartments, lot's of late nites, a core group of great friends and watched more friends than i care to admit move on to other fun and exciting places. And of course, there's been a few notable sexual encounters. Although, they have been with the same four people. But that's another post for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my biggest accomplishment was finishing my degree and graduating college. And oh boy do i have the student loans to prove it. My advice to any returning students-PUBLIC UNIVERSITY! No more private schools for me. Grad school will defintely be public. So, after finishing school and begining my career in the cut-throat world of advertising, I think I'm ready to move on. I have a great job with a great agency here in San Antonio, but the agency in Dallas is offering a substantial salary increase and the opportunity to work on a huge account. HUGE! and then are the travel opportunities and other benefits of living in Dallas. My best friend, let's just call him Vetguy (he's a veternarian) moved up there a few years ago and he's been bugging me to make the move. Well, it looks like it's finally going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call on Monday from the HR girl and she said that I've been slected as finalist. The next step is that they will submit my salary requirements to the higher-ups for approval. Upon approval, they will submit a formal offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate waiting. keep you're fingers crossed. I'll let you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25607419-114442697342984054?l=adguy360.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adguy360.blogspot.com/feeds/114442697342984054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25607419&amp;postID=114442697342984054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25607419/posts/default/114442697342984054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25607419/posts/default/114442697342984054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adguy360.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-life.html' title='A new life?'/><author><name>groovedude360</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18027707564249294376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3854/2678/1600/Reuben2.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
