<?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-8593353566062182862</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:35:31.982-07:00</updated><category term='online'/><category term='love advice'/><category term='italian'/><category term='jail love'/><category term='commitment'/><category term='james bond'/><category term='asian'/><category term='dog advice'/><category term='idiot'/><category term='cheating'/><category term='long distance'/><category term='mole'/><category term='NAMBLA'/><category term='tom hanks'/><category term='69'/><category term='arranged marriage'/><category term='yorkshire terrier'/><category term='molester'/><category term='homosexual'/><title type='text'>Irrational Loveline</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irrationalloveline.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593353566062182862/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irrationalloveline.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Donny Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674284893564642411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593353566062182862.post-3709156948672191480</id><published>2009-01-13T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:34:36.908-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tom hanks'/><title type='text'>You've Got Sleepless In Seattle: How to Lose a Nine and Half Yards in 10 Things I Hate About My Big Fat Greek Runaway Bride</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q: I have been in university for the past three years and working at the same time to help pay my way through school. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m maintaining all my commitments really well at this stage of the battle. However, I am worried about my personal life as I work so much that I barely get to go anywhere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever see me finding some balance and meeting a good boyfriend, or will I always be working and have no life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Dragon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Are you Asian? I just get the feeling, and I have no idea why, that you are Asian. Either way, you should be excited. This is the absolute perfect set up for a movie. You are literally living the early stages of a romantic comedy. Firstly, you should be proud that you will be involved in the process of getting men laid on second dates worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, at this point, the pieces have already been set in motion and you can just sit back and relax. Sometime soon you will be working away at the local diner, clearing dishes and being verbally abused by middle aged people. You will look very ugly. People around you will be unable to see you as anything more than a homely, incompetent slave to their eggs-and-bacon orders and light tipping mindsets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that will change in the midst of an out of control dinner rush when you wait on the most breath taking man your eyes have ever fucked. He will be Tom Hanks, or perhaps, depending on the budget, Chris O’Donnell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few whimsical dates, everyone will forget how ugly you are because the on-set stylist will have turned you from an Amy Whinehouse covered in egg yolk to a Cindy Crawford covered in Tom Hanks’ semen. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will both fall in love face first, and live happily ever after. Unless I was right about you being Asian, in which case, just ignore the previous four paragraphs because no one makes movies about Asians that don’t involve wire fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmest regards,&lt;br /&gt;-Donny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593353566062182862-3709156948672191480?l=irrationalloveline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irrationalloveline.blogspot.com/feeds/3709156948672191480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593353566062182862&amp;postID=3709156948672191480' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593353566062182862/posts/default/3709156948672191480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593353566062182862/posts/default/3709156948672191480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irrationalloveline.blogspot.com/2009/01/youve-got-sleepless-in-seattle-how-to.html' title='You&apos;ve Got Sleepless In Seattle: How to Lose a Nine and Half Yards in 10 Things I Hate About My Big Fat Greek Runaway Bride'/><author><name>Donny Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674284893564642411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593353566062182862.post-2164799428678322835</id><published>2009-01-09T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T16:43:09.841-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yorkshire terrier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homosexual'/><title type='text'>Just The Term "Yorkie" Makes Me Sick to My Stomach, If We Can Be Honest</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q: My Yorkie seems to bark all the time and since I live in an apartment, I’m worried about complaints. What should I do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Abby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289381141923398658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 179px; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWl3ayFyLU0/SWeoH83-hAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/apZIOQcYeV0/s320/yorkie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A: It should be fairly obvious to anyone…what you should do is not buy homosexual dogs. That’s right; your dog is probably gay. And not one of those muscular, quiet gays that you wouldn’t even know was gay if they didn’t literally grab your cock while you were standing at a urinal this past Saturday. No, you have one of those loud and proud, flamboyant, “OMG I AM JUST GOING TO TOTALLY MAKE OUT WITH YOU IN FRONT OF EVERYONE, AND I DON’T CARE HOW UNCOMFORTABLE IT MAKES PEOPLE FEEL” gays. Give him away to a family in a city centre where homosexuality is more commonly accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289380895104377202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 180px; height: 216px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWl3ayFyLU0/SWen5lZvIXI/AAAAAAAAABI/-LD026UIClA/s320/yorkieedit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warmest Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Donny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593353566062182862-2164799428678322835?l=irrationalloveline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irrationalloveline.blogspot.com/feeds/2164799428678322835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593353566062182862&amp;postID=2164799428678322835' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593353566062182862/posts/default/2164799428678322835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593353566062182862/posts/default/2164799428678322835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irrationalloveline.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-term-yorkie-makes-me-sick-to-my.html' title='Just The Term &quot;Yorkie&quot; Makes Me Sick to My Stomach, If We Can Be Honest'/><author><name>Donny Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674284893564642411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWl3ayFyLU0/SWeoH83-hAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/apZIOQcYeV0/s72-c/yorkie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593353566062182862.post-1047287779483559968</id><published>2008-12-11T07:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:03:20.249-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homosexual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='69'/><title type='text'>There are a number of reasons you two should be together. If I had to guess, I'd say, oh I dunno...69.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q: I'm a 21-year-old lesbian. After coming out, I've fallen in love twice, but it has ended up with me not expressing my feelings and the other person getting a boyfriend or girlfriend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last month, I met this girl, and I feel we have a connection, but my friends tell me she's just playing around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She went back to her country for two months and will be coming back this month. Will I ever have a chance with her?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Your hot piece of immigrant tail probably &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; fucking around. I know how these lesbians work as I spend most of my time day dreaming about them. First they disrobe while looking at you all sexy and serious at the same time. Then they get real oily; like fucking &lt;em&gt;SLICK. &lt;/em&gt;Then they crush bananas between their hands and smush it all over you and them and then they have whipped cream. Yeah, a ton of whipped cream but not Cool Whip because that's not fun enough. They have the one that sprays all over the place like a penis...you know what I lost my train of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way I can accurately determine if you two are meant to be together is if I see you in person...69ing eachother. So if you're ever in DeKalb, swing on by. I'll make dyke donuts and lesbian brownies. Trust me, it will be a gay old time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmest regards,&lt;br /&gt;-Donny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593353566062182862-1047287779483559968?l=irrationalloveline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irrationalloveline.blogspot.com/feeds/1047287779483559968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593353566062182862&amp;postID=1047287779483559968' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593353566062182862/posts/default/1047287779483559968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593353566062182862/posts/default/1047287779483559968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irrationalloveline.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-are-number-of-reasons-you-two.html' title='There are a number of reasons you two should be together. If I had to guess, I&apos;d say, oh I dunno...69.'/><author><name>Donny Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674284893564642411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593353566062182862.post-2757291198618229749</id><published>2008-12-11T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:54:01.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><title type='text'>Italian Guy: "My wife fucked me up."</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q: I have been married twice now; the first marriage I left in 1983 after I had enough of the physical and mental abuse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I married for the second time; my wife would constantly abuse me mentally and once used a knife and cut my right arm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When married, I was bringing home fantastic money running my own company, yet I would hear that I was useless and a terrible lover. In 2001, we parted ways, and yes, she did get everything and more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find myself staying away from all females, but I would like to have someone special in my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though there's been no contact for seven years, I wake up in the middle of the night from nightmares.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contacting her is out of the question as there is a "no contact order" in place and I no longer know where she is. Do you see the nightmares coming to an end soon?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:. Nightmares? Are you fucking serious? That's the least of your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unsure of where to even begin. First thing's mother fucking last as Harvey Keitel in "Pulp Fiction" would say. Why would you even mention that you cannot contact a woman who cut your arm with a knife then took not only everything you have, but &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt;? The fact that you even said anything about it indicates that you somehow wish you could reunite with this sick maniac of a bitch. This either means you are a delusional psycho, or there's two sides to this story and the second side is that you were like 10 times more abusive towards her and most likely cheated on her. This starting to sound more realistic? I bet it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a guess: you're Italian? ...Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's circle back to the "she did get everything and more" statement. Are you mentally retarded? How on earth could anyone go to court, sue their husband, then casually walk off with everything &lt;em&gt;AND MORE&lt;/em&gt;? Was she represented by the hellish ghost of Johnny Cochrane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now let's transition into the "terrible lover" statement. As I touched on before, you probably appeared to be a terrible lover because you were too busy cheating on her all the time. Often you would come home too tired to put in some sexy work. Am I right? Or maybe you didn't cheat and you're just horrible in the sack. Stubby penis? Spaghetti strap penis? No penis at all? A big, gaping, ruffled vagina where your dick should be? ...Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just continue to stay away from females. Get a dog or a pony or something. You're fucking pathetic. If you were here right now, I'd use a knife and cut your right arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmest regards,&lt;br /&gt;-Donny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593353566062182862-2757291198618229749?l=irrationalloveline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irrationalloveline.blogspot.com/feeds/2757291198618229749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593353566062182862&amp;postID=2757291198618229749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593353566062182862/posts/default/2757291198618229749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593353566062182862/posts/default/2757291198618229749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irrationalloveline.blogspot.com/2008/12/italian-guy-my-wife-fucked-me-up.html' title='Italian Guy: &quot;My wife fucked me up.&quot;'/><author><name>Donny Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674284893564642411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593353566062182862.post-5286301904393806305</id><published>2008-12-10T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:13:51.785-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mole'/><title type='text'>It's that fucking mole on your back, jesus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q: I met this guy and I began to feel he was the guy of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wonderful guy broke it off at the beginning of last August saying he didn't want a relationship right now, and we didn't see eachother enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Um is that a question? I don't see any question marks in there. Perhaps you aren't comprehending this process we have going on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for your &lt;em&gt;statement&lt;/em&gt;, this man contradicts himself more than Tupac Shakur. He doesn't want a relationship right now &lt;em&gt;AND &lt;/em&gt;he doesn't think you saw eachother enough? This guy is playing blind break up darts, the fun game where you throw a shit load of excuses at a wall blindly and hope one of them hits its mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's fairly obvious that he discovered that green mole on your back and was so revolted that he had to end his relationship with your life immediately. What the fuck is that thing anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmest regards,&lt;br /&gt;-Donny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593353566062182862-5286301904393806305?l=irrationalloveline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irrationalloveline.blogspot.com/feeds/5286301904393806305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593353566062182862&amp;postID=5286301904393806305' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593353566062182862/posts/default/5286301904393806305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593353566062182862/posts/default/5286301904393806305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irrationalloveline.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-that-fucking-mole-on-your-back.html' title='It&apos;s that fucking mole on your back, jesus.'/><author><name>Donny Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674284893564642411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593353566062182862.post-6769235744809099167</id><published>2008-12-10T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:06:31.410-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='james bond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commitment'/><title type='text'>License to love. And KILL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q: I dated this gentleman for a few months in 2006. We broke up because I wanted more than he would give. He came back, and the first couple weeks were great.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then he went back to his old ways: Only calling once a week or not at all. I finally decided to break it off. He e-mailed me and said I was being hasty, so I said I would try again, but he had to be around and pay more attention to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He wasn't sure if he could follow through, and we made plans to meet the following Saturday. It has been four weeks since that conversation. I haven't heard from him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Oh this one's easy. He's James Bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the pieces fit. He's sometimes unreachable for more than a week and he can't commit to you. Don't feel bad. Many women have been unable to tame the gale force sex winds named James Bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that following Saturday you're referring to, your boyfriend was in the depths of a super villain's lair where he was tortured with bamboo splints and thrown into a pool of electric snapping turtles. (Yes they do exist but only in the minds of those who truly believe) He has been wading there patiently, having killed all the turtles with his toe knuckles, pretending to be bitten and electrocuted. Eventually, he'll use the function on his bowtie that turns it into helicopter and fly himself to safety, but not before he saves the mysteriously voluptuous Gina Wide. He will then have sex with her. In the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you are sitting here complaining about his commitment while he's off in Kim Jong Il's Horror Den being attacked by snapping turtles that also have the ability to shock people. You're so selfish it's unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmest Regards,&lt;br /&gt;-Donny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593353566062182862-6769235744809099167?l=irrationalloveline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irrationalloveline.blogspot.com/feeds/6769235744809099167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593353566062182862&amp;postID=6769235744809099167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593353566062182862/posts/default/6769235744809099167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593353566062182862/posts/default/6769235744809099167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irrationalloveline.blogspot.com/2008/12/license-to-love-and-kill.html' title='License to love. And KILL.'/><author><name>Donny Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674284893564642411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593353566062182862.post-1760941813469067764</id><published>2008-12-09T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:02:17.802-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NAMBLA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='molester'/><title type='text'>I know a song by Don Henley and Bruce Hornsby called "End of Innocence." That was probably based on the events that are about to unfold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: &lt;em&gt;I met someone online a few months ago, and we both decided to turn this into a serious relationship. He has even told me he wants to make me his wife and take care of my three kids like they were his own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have talked of having more children, and that I wouldn't have to convert to his religeon because I am not comfortable with doing that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He has told me that he is working, that his family knows of me and the children. He asks me about my family all the time, and tells me of his when I ask. I don't see myself with anyone else. Do you think I am feeling it right? I don't want to be in another relationship or marriage like my last one!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Bewildered in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Molester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is a top shelf, no-nonsense, professional molester. You met him online so that should be your first tip off. I mean if you met him in the change room at a swimming pool or maybe hanging around outside the school on parent teacher night, then this could kinda be alright. However, the dark, sinister cover of the internet is just suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy loves kids. More specifically: Your kids. I don't know how else to put it. You should, under no circumstances, convert to his religion. Since when is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nambla"&gt;NAMBLA&lt;/a&gt; a religion anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells his family about your kids so often because he most likely comes from a long line of professional molesters whom I will refer to henceforth as: Prolesters. Your man and his fellow prolesters are devising the most efficient plan of molestation. They're literally drawing up blueprints that will eventually aide them in inappropriately handling your children. They have a Risk board and they have designated the canons as their penises and the little infantry men denote your kids. The penis canons are moving over Ural and closing in on your kidfantry. I've seen this before. I know what I'm talking about. I bet if you were to sneak into his study, you could yank a candlestick which would engage a revolving bookcase that reveals schematics of superman undies and local playgrounds. There may or may not be candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out. Just get the hell out right now before it's too late. Once he has prolested your kids, they too will become prolesters. It works in very much the same way as vampires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmest regards,&lt;br /&gt;-Donny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593353566062182862-1760941813469067764?l=irrationalloveline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irrationalloveline.blogspot.com/feeds/1760941813469067764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593353566062182862&amp;postID=1760941813469067764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593353566062182862/posts/default/1760941813469067764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593353566062182862/posts/default/1760941813469067764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irrationalloveline.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know-song-by-don-henley-and-bruce.html' title='I know a song by Don Henley and Bruce Hornsby called &quot;End of Innocence.&quot; That was probably based on the events that are about to unfold.'/><author><name>Donny Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674284893564642411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593353566062182862.post-2625899268814397310</id><published>2008-12-08T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:11:02.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jail love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long distance'/><title type='text'>How to Combine Maple Syrup and NASCAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: &lt;em&gt;I'm 23 years old. I found a new special someone a couple months back after ending a bad relationship months before. We met online and I feel we share a positive connection.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are always talking via instant messaging, phone, or video chat, and we really seem to click. The only problem we share is the distance between us, as I live in Canada and he lives in the U.S.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have talked endlessly about visiting each other but due to financial constrictions we have been unable to commit to a date. Do you see us ever being able to meet eachother?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(originally printed in 24 newspaper.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A: &lt;/strong&gt;How long is he going to be in prison for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it just occurred to me that you probably don't realize this guy is in jail right now. Perhaps I'm wrong (doubt it), but let's perform a fun test just to be sure. Answer these questions for me as honestly as possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do all of the images he sends you seem to be super imposed on the same sunny beach back drop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When you have video chats, if you focus on what's going on hard enough, can you see a larger man standing in the background having anal sex with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is his Nazi symbol tattoo on the right or left side of his cheekbone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When discussing the "financial constrictions" regarding seeing eachother, does he talk in terms of dollars and cents; or rifles and attack dogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When having cyber sex, how many times does he ask you to "be more conjugal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you answered yes to all of these questions, you stopped listening after question 2. I'm am totally unsurprised that your last boyfriend cheated on you, and your current one raped a transient and got caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmest Regards,&lt;br /&gt;-Donny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593353566062182862-2625899268814397310?l=irrationalloveline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irrationalloveline.blogspot.com/feeds/2625899268814397310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593353566062182862&amp;postID=2625899268814397310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593353566062182862/posts/default/2625899268814397310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593353566062182862/posts/default/2625899268814397310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irrationalloveline.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-to-combine-maple-syrup-and-nascar.html' title='How to Combine Maple Syrup and NASCAR'/><author><name>Donny Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674284893564642411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593353566062182862.post-208767860118580655</id><published>2008-12-08T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:41:24.520-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arranged marriage'/><title type='text'>Arranged Marriages: Always Destined to Work Out, Never Fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: &lt;em&gt;I've been married for 17 years. It was an arranged marriage, and I was very happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The last year I've been observing a change in my husband. He's making every excuse and going to another city. I recently found out that he's seeing his ex-girlfriend. They both are cheating on their spouses. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've confronted both of them, and she promised that she will not see him again, and I should not tell her husband.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What should I do at this point, leave him?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have two young kids from him, and our lives will be messed up big time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's very smart and plays mind games with me. I'm suffering a big depression right now. My thoughts are very revengeful right now, and I have given him a chance, but I still feel he's deceiving me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-M&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(originally printed in 24 Newspaper)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A: &lt;/strong&gt;This is something that your parents should have thought about before commanding the lives of their children in order to obtain vast amounts of grain, livestock, and fragrances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your husband cheats on you because he never loved you in the first place. He was forced to marry you by his maniacal parents. The foundation of your marriage is no more solid than that of a school kid marriage with a shotgun on the groom's head and a baby in the bride's gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is good arranged marriage training for your two young kids. Look at it that way. They now know what to come to expect when they are forced into a sexless marriage in 5 or 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmest Regards,&lt;br /&gt;-Donny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8593353566062182862-208767860118580655?l=irrationalloveline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irrationalloveline.blogspot.com/feeds/208767860118580655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8593353566062182862&amp;postID=208767860118580655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593353566062182862/posts/default/208767860118580655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593353566062182862/posts/default/208767860118580655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irrationalloveline.blogspot.com/2008/12/arranged-marriages-always-destined-to.html' title='Arranged Marriages: Always Destined to Work Out, Never Fail'/><author><name>Donny Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674284893564642411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
