The people have spoken…

… and by “people” I mean the four folks I’ve talked to about my last entry. 🙂 I’m all done with cyber-dating. As my friend Emily said just today, “If being matched with your former boss isn’t a sign, I don’t know what would be!” In fact, I think I’ll just quote Emily’s e-mail to me this morning for the rest of this post, because she’s really smart: God is bigger than Christian Mingle… despite…

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Sayonara, cyber-dating?

As I’ve mentioned here before, I’ve been in the trenches of cyber-dating for a decade now. I’ve had some great experiences, some not-so-great, some just downright nuts, but overall I’m glad I’ve done it. But I’m thinking I might be done. A few weekends ago, I was writing to a man in Minneapolis who seemed really nice, but came with lots of baggage (two pre-teen daughters and a crazy Russian ex-wife. Seriously. He’s a former…

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Sometimes it’s hard to be a woman…

I hang out with an awesome group of women on Wednesday nights. I am the oldest of the group (shocker…) and their leader, for lack of a better term. Mainly, that means I select the books or passages we read and try to keep us on track in our conversations. Both tasks are harder than you would think. I just came back from one of our meetings, uplifted and encouraged by what God is doing…

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Tall, gangly, kind of goofy looking..

I have a crush on my kickboxing instructor. Physically, he’s exactly my type – tall, blonde, gangly, kind of goofy looking. Just the kind of man I’ve been falling for since I was 14. He’s crazy intense during these classes, getting up in our faces and urging us to push harder, kick higher, run faster than we thought we could. Since I’m just a wee bit competitive, I turn into a kickboxing demon when faced…

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Strong enough to stay single?

Internet dating is not for the faint of heart. I’ve been fighting the Internet dating wars for a decade now, and while I don’t consider myself one of the walking wounded, I’ve certainly got some stories to tell. And when I tell them, my sweet friend Emily often says, “Sprague, you’re the bravest woman I know.” I don’t know about that. All I know is that I keep going back into battle. I’m in the…

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