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		<title>In your eyes</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 15:46:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Our eyes reflect a lot of our life. It says a lot about us. I used to eat a lot of candies in my twenties. And once, someone told me we could see I eat too much sugar just by looking into my eyes. Three years later, I stopped eating candies so much, and that [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=modobs.wordpress.com&amp;blog=548606&amp;post=2073&amp;subd=modobs&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<p>Our eyes reflect a lot of our life. It says a lot about us.</p>
<p>I used to eat a lot of candies in my twenties. And once, someone told me we could see I eat too much sugar just by looking into my eyes. Three years later, I stopped eating candies so much, and that person told me again he could see I cut the sugar in my diet.</p>
<p>Sadness, loss, despair, happiness, innocence,&#8230; also show in our eyes. When we are young, we don&#8217;t have that look which reflects the thunders of our life. This is why youth is so attractive.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Recently, I went to a seminar with one of my coworkers, who&#8217;s ten years younger than me. She was constantly surrounded by fund managers. While I was chatting with the PR, I could see she was laughing to their jokes. She has that look in her eyes that shows happiness, lightness and a bit of naivety. I later understood, when I saw a recent picture of me, that my eyes were filled with sadness, as if they were blackened by the darkness of my existence.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">When we lose someone who is very close to our heart, or endure a very though experience in our  life, our eyes reflect first the effects of these ordeals. They don&#8217;t lie.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">When we&#8217;re happy, our eyes smile with the rest of our face. People who are angry, desperate, sad, will try to hide their feelings and smile anyway. But we can always notice a mismatch between the smile and the eyes that don&#8217;t smile.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">The look in our eyes can be affected by our feelings, but also by the lack of it, thanks to chemicals. But usually, the damage done by food compensating and drugs also reflect in the rest of our body. Our face changes, our body too and gets heavier. Our eyes are just filled with a grey veil. This is why it&#8217;s not attractive.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Unfortunately, women are not equal with men when it comes to this. A woman with a sad look and a devastated body will never attract a man, while for a man, he can always, with his personality, seduce even the prettiest woman.</p>
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		<title>We&#8217;re like crystal</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 21:44:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8230; We break easy. We can fall in love many times in our life. And we can also get our heart broken many times. Love can happen very quickly, when we expect it the least. And because love is quick to happen, it is also very fragile. Once, I had a conversation with one of my [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=modobs.wordpress.com&amp;blog=548606&amp;post=2070&amp;subd=modobs&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8230;<em> We break easy.</em></p>
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<p style="text-align:justify;">We can fall in love many times in our life. And we can also get our heart broken many times. Love can happen very quickly, when we expect it the least. And because love is quick to happen, it is also very fragile.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Once, I had a conversation with one of my high school friends about the couples we know who got together in high school. He said that we already know at that age if we&#8217;re with the right person or not. &#8220;<em>Everything is pretty much set at that age</em>&#8221; he said.</p>
<p>High school is probably the place where we fall in love easily and just like that, it&#8217;s over and we&#8217;re on to the next. At that age, it&#8217;s much more simple than later. Every one is single or wants to be single and there&#8217;s plenty of choice. Later, it gets a little more complicated. So, how could we know then we&#8217;re with the right person?</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Back then, I was in love with one of my classmates. But I didn&#8217;t think at the time he would be the man of my life. And the truth is now, I don&#8217;t love him anymore. We changed, and we grew up. I didn&#8217;t think I could spend the rest of my life with him. This is not obvious at all.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Some say that if we think we can spend the rest of our life with the person we love, then, we know we have found the right one. But this means that we should know what kind of life we want to have in the future. In these uncertain times, it&#8217;s a difficult question to answer. But we may have an idea, though.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">When I was in high school, I already knew I wanted to be a journalist. I also knew that I would never accept to be a housewife, depending only on my husband&#8217; s financial means. I didn&#8217;t know if I wanted to get married someday, unlike some of my female classmates.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">I guess it depends on what&#8217;s important to us. A friend of mine knew her man was the one when she had to spend two weeks in hospital because of a severe illness. &#8220;<em>He was there every day and brought me a lot of books, chocolate, cupcakes,&#8230; everything I like. None of my previous boyfriends would have cared so much. I just knew I found the right guy</em>&#8221; she said.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">I guess it also depends on our ability to create an emotional bond with the one we love.</p>
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		<title>Holding your hand</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2012 22:02:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Whoever who ever loved someone knows about this better than anyone else: holding a hand, is giving everything, all at once, without any caution, contract, nothing. Holding a hand, every child knows about it, is not only holding on to someone temporarily: holding your hand, it&#8217;s being attached to you,  it&#8217;s inheriting from you. The [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=modobs.wordpress.com&amp;blog=548606&amp;post=2061&amp;subd=modobs&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<p style="text-align:justify;"><em>Whoever who ever loved someone knows about this better than anyone else: holding a hand, is giving everything, all at once, without any caution, contract, nothing. Holding a hand, every child knows about it, is not only holding on to someone temporarily: holding your hand, it&#8217;s being attached to you,  it&#8217;s inheriting from you. The more I  squeeze, the more I intertwine our fingers, the more I tell you my immeasurable need, a need such as your palm is giving me informations about you. On your palm, I could read that you were someone good.</em></p>
<p style="text-align:right;">Gilles  Leroy, in  &#8221;Dormir avec ceux qu&#8217;on aime&#8221;</p>
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<p style="text-align:left;">To hold someone else&#8217;s hand is to show them your affection, your protection. It is considered as a romantic gesture when we hold the hand of our significant other. For some people, this is the ultimate act of  intimacy. It is also the most socially accepted public display of affection, because it&#8217;s more subtle than a kiss.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">But it has a different meaning if you hold someone else&#8217;s hand in public than in dark rooms, where nobody can see you. In public, it means that you&#8217;re off the market. In private, it just shows how much you care about the other. It also indicates you don&#8217;t want to disclose your relationship to the public. If it&#8217;s the first time you hold your significant other&#8217;s hand, it just means you tried to approach him/her. This is just a maneuver to get closer to the person you long for.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">To hold someone else&#8217;s hand is also a voluntarily act. It&#8217;s not an innocent gesture. We don&#8217;t hold everybody&#8217;s hand for no reason. We can hold the hand of the people next to us because we&#8217;re asked to do so, for a game  for example. In some cultures, to hold someone&#8217;s else is to show him you&#8217;re backing him.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">More than words, to hold someone&#8217;s hand shows how much you care for them. So, when you don&#8217;t know if he really cares for you, this could be a great signal.</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[So, 2011 is coming to an end. And as we wave goodbye to this year, some of us also choose to wave goodbye to the things that weren&#8217;t good for us. It is called resolutions. Usually, we make resolutions at the beginning of the year, but we don&#8217;t stick to it. An example? One of [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=modobs.wordpress.com&amp;blog=548606&amp;post=2055&amp;subd=modobs&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So, 2011 is coming to an end. And as we wave goodbye to this year, some of us also choose to wave goodbye to the things that weren&#8217;t good for us.</p>
<p>It is called resolutions.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Usually, we make resolutions at the beginning of the year, but we don&#8217;t stick to it. An example? One of my friends vowed to stop smoking. But after three months, she started to smoke again.These nasty habits die hard, unfortunately. If you don&#8217;t take this really seriously, chances are you won&#8217;t succeed in making it.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Why do we fail at it? That&#8217;s a difficult question. Maybe we put the goal too high. That&#8217;s an explanation.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Maybe should we be more realistic?</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">But sometimes, it is worth leaving the past behind, to start a new life. The past can be a burden.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">At the end of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Way_of_St._James" target="_blank">the Santiago de Compo</a><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Way_of_St._James" target="_blank">stela road,</a> hikers are asked to leave something precious to them behind. After months of walking, sleeping and feeling nothing, except peace of mind and tiredness, we are conditioned to think about our life and know what&#8217;s important and what&#8217;s not. So, people choose to leave something that was precious to them, but isn&#8217;t precious anymore.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">In the movie &#8220;<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Up_(2009_film)" target="_blank">Up&#8221;</a>, this is also depicted. Carl chose to leave behind the house he built with his wife, who passed away, after a long journey where he finds a new meaning for his life: stand behind a child, Russell, who&#8217;s left behind by his father, who started another family.  Elle, his wife, is symbolized by his house. At the end of the movie, Carl loses his house, who lands just in the place where he and Elle hoped to visit when they were younger.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">After a long journey, we can accept to let go our past.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">So maybe we all need a long journey.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">I wish you a Happy New Year and a fresh start for 2012!</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Thank you for being my readers.</p>
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		<title>It&#8217;s the end of the year, but not the end of the world.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Dec 2011 14:37:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Here&#8217;s the end of the year. Time for doing this meme. 1. What did you do in 2011 that you’d never done before? Pilates. Investigating for writing a new kind of articles. 2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I don&#8217;t know if I kept my resolutions. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=modobs.wordpress.com&amp;blog=548606&amp;post=2038&amp;subd=modobs&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Here&#8217;s the end of the year. Time for doing this meme.</p>
<p><strong>1. What did you do in 2011 that you’d never done before? </strong>Pilates. Investigating for writing a new kind of articles.</p>
<p><strong>2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?</strong> I don&#8217;t know if I kept my resolutions. All I know is that I&#8217;m leaving 2011 with more maturity.</p>
<p><strong>3. Did anyone close to you give birth?</strong> Yes.</p>
<p><strong>4. Did anyone close to you die?</strong> No</p>
<p><strong>5. What countries did you visit?</strong> Switzerland, Great Britain, France, Italy, Czech Republic.</p>
<p><strong>6. What would you like to have in 2012 that you lacked in 2011?</strong> Mutual love. And peace.</p>
<p><strong>7. What dates from 2011 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?</strong> February 10: the day my editor announced he was leaving my newsroom. My professional world felt apart.</p>
<p>July 14: The day I learned B. went on holiday in the South of France, in his property, with his (ex)-wife.</p>
<p><strong>8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?</strong> Managing to get a public speech thanks to my blog.</p>
<p><strong>9. What was your biggest failure?</strong> Failing to forget about B.</p>
<p><strong>10. Did you suffer illness or injury?</strong> Yes.</p>
<p><strong>11. What was the best thing you bought?</strong> A citrus press.</p>
<p><strong>12. Whose behavior merited celebration?</strong> Silvio Berlusconi, for quitting for good politics.</p>
<p><strong>13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?</strong> Silvio Berlusconi, Nicolas Sarkozy, the whole interim Belgian government, politicians in general who just blame everything but are unable to come with a solution to solve this crisis.</p>
<p><strong>14. Where did most of your money go?</strong> travels.</p>
<p><strong>15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?</strong> Going to the opera. The Prince concert too.</p>
<p><strong>16. What song will always remind you of 2011?</strong></p>
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<p>Viva Italia! And viva the protesters around the world!</p>
<p><strong><strong>17. Compared to this time last year, are you: (a) happier or sadder? (b) thinner or fatter? (c) richer or poorer?</strong></strong></p>
<p>Happier. Neither thinner nor fatter. Richer.</p>
<p><strong><strong>20. How did you spend Christmas?</strong></strong></p>
<p>With my family and my sister&#8217;s chihuahua. I offered to my sister a infrared thermometer and she spent the day taking my family temperature, including her and her dog. On our way back to home, she wanted to be tested for alcohol, but we didn&#8217;t see the police on the road. She only wanted to have her picture with an alcohol test.</p>
<p><strong><strong>21. Did you fall in love in 2011?</strong></strong></p>
<p>No.</p>
<p><strong><strong>23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?</strong> </strong>No.</p>
<p><strong><strong>24. What was the best book you read? <a href="http://www.lexpress.fr/culture/livre/rien-ne-s-oppose-a-la-nuit-de-delphine-de-vigan_1018384.html" target="_blank">Rien ne s&#8217;oppose à la nuit</a>.</strong></strong></p>
<p><strong>25. What was your greatest musical discovery? <a href="http://www.myspace.com/thejoyformidable" target="_blank">The Joy Formidable</a></strong></p>
<p><strong>26. What did you want and get? </strong>A nice wedding for my sister.</p>
<p><strong><strong>27. What did you want and not get?</strong> </strong>I wanted to have B. back in my life.</p>
<p><strong><strong>28. What was your favorite film of this year? <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1478338/" target="_blank">Bridesmaids</a>.</strong></strong></p>
<p><strong>29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?</strong></p>
<p><strong></strong>Work.</p>
<p><strong>30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? </strong> Finding the right man. But that would have been the cherry on top of my cake.</p>
<p><strong>31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2011?</strong></p>
<p>There’s improvement.</p>
<p><strong>32. What kept you sane?</strong> My friends and family.</p>
<p><strong>33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luigi_Zingales" target="_blank"> L. Zingales.</a></strong></p>
<p><strong>34. What political issue stirred you the most?</strong> The debt crisis.</p>
<p><strong>35. Who did you miss?</strong> my former editor.</p>
<p><strong>36. Who was the best new person you met?</strong> M., my cousin&#8217;s girlfriend.</p>
<p><strong>37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2011</strong>. If there&#8217;s a will, there&#8217;s a way.</p>
<p><strong>38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.</strong></p>
<p><em>Lost in thought and lost in time<br />
While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted<br />
Outside the rain fell dark and slow<br />
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime<br />
I took a heavenly ride through our silence<br />
I knew the moment had arrived<br />
For killing the past and coming back to life</em></p>
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		<title>The damage done</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2011 21:01:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Recently, I got the unpleasant surprise to discover that two of the guys I met online googled me and find informations about me, including my real name.  I don&#8217;t disclose my real name online. I don&#8217;t want to. One of them even found this blog. For your information, I don&#8217;t disclose this blog very much [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=modobs.wordpress.com&amp;blog=548606&amp;post=2047&amp;subd=modobs&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align:justify;">Recently, I got the unpleasant surprise to discover that two of the guys I met online googled me and find informations about me, including my real name.  I don&#8217;t disclose my real name online. I don&#8217;t want to.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">One of them even found this blog. For your information, I don&#8217;t disclose this blog very much to the people I know. Only a few friends know about it. My family doesn&#8217;t know about it and I don&#8217;t want to. My coworkers don&#8217;t know either, and I don&#8217;t want to.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">If I don&#8217;t disclose this blog, it&#8217;s for a simple reason: I would be forced to censor myself, and I don&#8217;t want to.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">As for the two guys in question, I told them that I didn&#8217;t want them to contact me anymore. I felt a little bit violated by this.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">In a time where informations about you can be spread on internet, it&#8217;s easy to gather informations about you. But what the two men I met online did goes a little bit beyond that. They were intrusive.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">This gives a pitiful image of themselves. I can only imagine they are the guys who will worry every time you spend time apart from them. That doesn&#8217;t mean they will treat me the right way.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">My ex was like that, very intrusive with me. But he forgot to wish me a happy birthday, he never presented me to his family and friends, he was still seeing his ex behind my back and let his secretary criticized me in front of me. This is not love. It&#8217; s all about control.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Intrusive people will tell you what to do even if you don&#8217;t ask for their advice. My ex refused that I read the book of one of his competitors. I had to read it for work. He also told me to avoid interviewing this and that person. But again, it was for work, and I had no choice. He pushed me to enter a competition where I had zero chance to win (the winner of that contest wrote a paper about the sex industry, to give you an idea). It was as if his love was conditional.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Love is unconditional. Someone who tells you to lose weight or to change your style doesn&#8217;t love you. He/she just wants to control you. Someone who loves you just appreciates you for who you are, without trying to change you. He/she would respect the decisions you take, without influencing you.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">We can influence people without telling them what to do. An example? Recently, my cousin went to visit me, and we talked about everything and nothing. In the middle of the conversation, I received a call from one of my friends. I told to my cousin my friend was in a bad situation, where she was living with her ex, but they were not a couple. I told him she was unhappy of this. And my cousin, who was also living with his ex, realized how hurtful it was for her too. So, one week later, I learned that he decided to move out of their apartment. I didn&#8217;t told him to do so.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Another example? Recently, I went to see a friend of mine who lives in London. I told him about my day in London where I met various people and about all those guys who were leaving for India, who&#8217;s developping. Three days later, I learned he was considering leaving for India too.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">If my cousin asked me if he was doing something bad, I would have told him so. But here, he didn&#8217;t ask for an advice. So I didn&#8217;t give him any. The same goes for my friend.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">The only person who can control you is yourself. <img src='http://s1.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been playing a little game with online dating: it&#8217;s called the word cloud. Basically, you just notice the frequency of words used in profiles and you can get a very general view on the person who sits behind his computer. An example? One guy I met online mentioned several times in the things he [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=modobs.wordpress.com&amp;blog=548606&amp;post=2042&amp;subd=modobs&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<p style="text-align:justify;">I&#8217;ve been playing a little game with online dating: it&#8217;s called the word cloud. Basically, you just notice the frequency of words used in profiles and you can get a very general view on the person who sits behind his computer.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">An example? One guy I met online mentioned several times in the things he loves the word wine (wine &amp; cheese, wine with friends, wine tasting, &#8230;). This really stands out in his profile. I haven&#8217;t met him in real life, but I bet he would immediately order a bottle of wine if we got out together. And drink all of it.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Another one used the word sad several times in his description. &#8220;<em>Life is sad, people are sad,&#8230;</em>&#8221; and his moniker on the dating site is really depressing too &#8220;Aloneinmymind&#8221;. He doesn&#8217;t smile on his profile picture (in fact, few men smile on their profile picture, they all look like serial killers).</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">This shows how easy it is to know someone, just by reading his signs.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">This is also true when you meet the person in real life. Here, the interaction is even easier. We can instantly know if we&#8217;re with the right person or not. If we don&#8217;t feel comfortable, this is the sign there may be a problem.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">The use of words here is also important. For instance, during each of my dates, I tried to tell to my date a personal and sad experience, but not too much, just to see his reaction. An example? When I got car-jacked earlier this year, I told that to one of my dates. He said I should have been more cautious. I didn&#8217;t pursue the date after that. Another one replied to me he wasn&#8217;t a ophtalmologist  when I said my eyes were a bit sore after a day of work. I didn&#8217;t pursue the date after that either.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Worse, one of my friends told me she had a date when the guy was constantly bringing her down. He criticized her job (&#8220;Do you need any qualification for that? Anyone could apply&#8221; he said), he criticized her for having a yorkshire (&#8220;a stupid dog&#8221;), and he said that she shouldn&#8217;t take a dessert after their dinner. Luckily for my friend, she refused to go on a second date with him.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">We should all pay attention to the choice of words. The signs of an unhealthy relationship already show in  the few words we exchange for the first time. Or the lack of it&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Take it back (hysteria)</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Relationships can offer us a lot of frustrations. But it&#8217;s worth to ask how you get frustrated by your significant other. Recently, I got into a huge fight with my ex, who has the ability to be alternatively warm or cold with me. It started weeks before. He begged me to come to a party [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=modobs.wordpress.com&amp;blog=548606&amp;post=2007&amp;subd=modobs&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<p style="text-align:justify;">Relationships can offer us a lot of frustrations. But it&#8217;s worth to ask how you get frustrated by your significant other.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Recently, I got into a huge fight with my ex, who has the ability to be alternatively warm or cold with me. It started weeks before. He begged me to come to a party with him, but I had other plans. I accepted to change my plans for him. And the D-day, at that party, he simply ignored me the whole evening to chat with other women.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Since I know him, it has always been like that. I went to New York with him, but when I arrived there, he told me he had a lot of work to do and that he couldn&#8217;t spend a lot of time with me. He even invited his coworker to join us during our dinner.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">I understood it wasn&#8217;t working between us when we went  hiking together.  He was constantly hung on his mobile phone. The last day of our trip, we finished our path earlier and had some spare time. I was sitting on a bench, reading my book, and he was again talking on his phone. He was standing very far from me. He was constrained by the space around us. But he could have gone further, I guess he wouldn&#8217;t have hesitated.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">He had also the nasty habit of telling me a lot of women were after him. And he lied a lot to make him feel important.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;"> A friend of mine, who&#8217;s a psychologist, told me he&#8217;s hysterical. Men can suffer from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hysteria" target="_blank">hysteria</a> too. Apparently, guys who suffer from this pathology have that unpleasant habit of playing hot and cold with women. They also suffer from erection trouble and impotency.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">This kind of man will always keep you at the distance they want you to stay. My ex has this nasty habit of running after me whenever he felt I was trying to forget about him. He didn&#8217;t want me to leave for good when he told me it was over. Instead, he insisted that we saw each other two days later, and he offered me to take a walk, bought me flowers, and kissed me. And then, he became cold again.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">I had a lot of difficulties to get out of this infernal circle. To be fair, I&#8217;m still struggling to get away from this.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">If you choose to stay in that poisonous relationship, let me just tell you this: you will feel like shit every time he becomes cold again with you.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Is there a way to break that circle? Yes. Tell him how you feel. Don&#8217;t lie. I&#8217;m very confused about my feelings, so I know how difficult it is. But I wrote down all my feelings on a piece of paper. And I realize how hurt I was.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Hysterical people can feel empathy. That&#8217;s why it is important to tell your feelings. To set your boundaries. To tell your limits. It helps a lot, to be honest.</p>
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<p style="text-align:justify;">Cut it out and restart <img src='http://s1.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>The silent one</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 22:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A friend of mine once told me she doesn&#8217;t understand her brother-in-law, who&#8217;s not exactly what we can call a charming prince. In fact, my friend is mostly worried for his actual girlfriend. Her brother-in-law lived with his mother until he decided, at 31, to go to Russia and find a girl. My friend said [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=modobs.wordpress.com&amp;blog=548606&amp;post=2030&amp;subd=modobs&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align:justify;">A friend of mine once told me she doesn&#8217;t understand her brother-in-law, who&#8217;s not exactly what we can call a charming prince. In fact, my friend is mostly worried for his actual girlfriend.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Her brother-in-law lived with his mother until he decided, at 31, to go to Russia and find a girl. My friend said he lied to his girlfriend about the money he didn&#8217;t have. And when he came back with her, she discovered the truth and left him one year after. She never came back. But he was left broken-hearted. &#8220;<em>He really believed this relationship could last</em>&#8221; said my friend.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Six months later, he went on vacation in Rio de Janeiro, and met another woman. This time, he didn&#8217;t lie about the money he doesn&#8217;t have. He didn&#8217;t have to. This woman didn&#8217;t look for money. In fact, since they are together, she&#8217;s been buying him expensive gifts and travels all of the time.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">&#8220;<em>I wonder what does she find in him. He never talks. I just hope for her he&#8217;s a good lover</em>&#8221; she said.  This is very unlikely, in my opinion.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">But my friend raised a point here: how can we develop a relationship with someone who has trouble communicating? Besides, communication is key to establish a contact when you meet someone for the first time. If the conversation doesn&#8217;t turn that well, chances are you wouldn&#8217;t want to see your date again afterwards.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">We transmit a lot of informations on ourselves by communicating. During my numerous dates I had this year, I met quite a lot of men who told me they hate talking about themselves and prefer hearing what people have to say. I&#8217;m not sure I would prefer the guy who talks about him all of the time. But this is clearly a sign these guys don&#8217;t really want to communicate with me.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">The way we talk about ourselves says it all about how we perceive ourselves. People with low self -confidence will describe themselves with many flaws or with confusing words. One of my online dates was really unable to tell me with simple words what he was doing for a living, and how many brothers he had.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">People who are narcissistic will only talk about themselves and will quickly get bored when you talk about yourself. People with self-confidence will just tell you who they are, and won&#8217;t hesitate to joke about themselves.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">These informations are precious. It helps us in our decision to like or not the one we&#8217;re dating.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">So, the one who doesn&#8217;t want to talk about himself doesn&#8217;t really care if you could like him or not. He simply doesn&#8217;t care about you.</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[What does it really mean to be friends with benefits? I recently read an article about these kinds of relationships, which are the most complicated ones. &#8220;Friends with benefits&#8221; doesn&#8217;t mean you&#8217;re just his/her booty call. It means much more than that. Generally, it starts between two people who already have a bond. But for [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=modobs.wordpress.com&amp;blog=548606&amp;post=2025&amp;subd=modobs&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<p>I recently read an article about these kinds of relationships, which are the most complicated ones.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">&#8220;Friends with benefits&#8221; doesn&#8217;t mean you&#8217;re just his/her booty call. It means much more than that.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Generally, it starts between two people who already have a bond. But for a reason, they don&#8217;t want this relationship to see the light. This is why these relationships are kept secret.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">There are various reasons for ending as friends with benefits. The first one is probably between ex&#8217;s who didn&#8217;t respect the needed distance with each other after a break up. But this friendship is fragile, because eventually, one will move on quicker than the other.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">But it can happen that after years of distance, some ex rekindle their relationship but refuse to make it official.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">&#8220;<em>B. and I didn&#8217;t speak to each other for one year after our break up. We parted ways in the most difficult conditions. He told me he had enough of my bad temper, and I told him I had enough of his numerous absences. I thought it was best not to speak to him again, because I realized he wasn&#8217;t good enough for me. But one year later, we met again at a party. He immediately came to speak to me and asked me how I was going. He also mentioned he found someone else. A friend came to my rescue and I left him in his corner. But when I got home, he left me numerous messages on my mobile phone. He said he missed me terribly. He asked if we could have a drink sometime. I said yes. After all, it was just for a drink. But it turned out differently. We ended up sleeping together, but I thought it was just an accident. When I got home, he called me and said he wanted me back in his life for good. But I wasn&#8217;t sure at all I wanted him back. So, we developed a strange friendship, where we would sleep together, but no one knew about us</em>&#8221; R., 35, said.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Friends with benefits also starts when you don&#8217;t want your relationship to be public, for various reasons. The term is here secret lovers rather than friends with benefits.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Sadly, friends with benefits don&#8217;t remain friends for long. There is a lot of feelings involved in those kinds of relationships. Which make them really complicated. When it&#8217;s too complicated, chances are it&#8217;s not sustainable.</p>
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