<p><a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1050178.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-3205" title="OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA" src="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1050178-300x225.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a>Once upon a time there was a woman who dated fairly regularly. </p>

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<p>Living in The Pool Capitol of the World, she found herself in many a hot tub with many a man (not at the same time) for makeout sessions reminiscent of <em>The Bachelor/Bachelorette</em>. </p>

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<p>(For the record, this woman did not watch this kind of smutty TV, but knows all about these shows because her mother and Dina <em>dah</em>ling were/are addicted.  Instead this woman watched quality television such as <em>Top Chef</em> and <em>The Real Housewives</em>.) </p>

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<p>Then this woman started a blog, adopted World's Most Precious Puppy, and worked full-time for the Noble Publishing Superpower.  She had no time for dating.  And she was weary from kissing too many frogs.  With no prince in sight, she was quite content with <a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/12/05/day-69-art-walk-was-a-bust-but/" target="_blank"><strong>Princess Bella</strong></a>, thank you very much. </p>

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<p>One January, the Dating Desert where she resided turned unusually cold.  White stuff even fell out of the sky!  WHITE STUFF!!!  This woman thought it might be curiously fun to dip into the hot tub on one of the coldest nights of the year.  After a hectic holiday and travel schedule, she needed time to chill.  </p>

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<p>Thinking this was a fab idea, and with nary a makeout partner to be found, she invited friends to join her.  Their actual text message responses are below.</p>

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<p><strong>Kimeee:</strong>  Too cold to unrobe outside at 9 p.m.</p>

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<p><strong>Dina <em>dah</em>ling:</strong>  Brrrr...no thanks!</p>

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<p><strong>Svennykins:</strong>  If mine was on.  It takes an hour to heat and eats gas, so I turn on when I expect to be using it, not a spur of the moment thing. </p>

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<p>Very well then!  She decided that she would hot tub it alone! </p>

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<p>Which was quite relaxing until she couldn't stop thinking about how she missed making out in hot tubs. </p>

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<p>And that stupid <strong><a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/08/day-100-2011-forecast-by-the-magic-8-ball/" target="_blank">Magic 8 Ball</a></strong> basically predicted that she would be alone in hot tubs for eternity! </p>

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<p>So she packed up her things and hightailed it back to the house to cuddle with Princess Bella. </p>

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<p>The End. </p>

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