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I'm not sure how parading my new boyfriend would get her attention. Aside from the fact that she turned me gay. That might be overkill.

I'm not sure my former interest would get the right message...

Check your owner's manual. There should be a list of locations and functions for the car's fuses. You'll find which one covers the seat belt motors. I suspect that both front seats use the same fuse. On a 21 year old car, anything could be suspect. Blown fuse, burned out motor, bad gear drive, broken track, etc. IF it is a fuse or a motor you need to figure out why it broke and fix that too, or it will blow/burn out again.

If you can figure out some way to move the buckle along the track, see if you can get it into the closed position, then disable the motor. At least that way you will be able to use the seat belt properly.

My recommendation is a trip to a junkyard to find a used replacement. You'll have to find someone with a set of Torx (similar to an Allen head, but with points instead of flats) bits to remove the motor from the car. Most seatbelt on Fords (possibly other cars too) are held in by Torx fasteners to prevent average Joes from monkeying with them.

http://wiki.answers.com/Q/How_do_you_repair_the_seat_belt_door_motor_94_escort_lx_driver_door_when_it_is_stuck_in_the_closed_position

I rather enjoy watching my little buddy. It sure does enjoy honey bunches of oats. lol.

HA! Only in Amer...

I think I need to get in one some of that action.

You're one of the good ones. Sounds like you have a tough road, but you're out there shooting for a high score.

Keep on rockin!

I married a Miss Right.






I just didn't know her first name was Always.

A basement bedroom? That would be SWEET! lol. When I moved out of the house, my parents made me convert my old bedroom into a guest room.

Oh, and my feet are one size larger than the average for my height... But my right toes are slightly longer than the ones on the left. The dishes need to be done, and soon cuz I'm almost out of plates.

I was in center city tree weeks ago.

I am no longer around...

Then again, I like to give people a few days to respond. I'm not a machine, you know. But now that I know your intention, you can forget about it.

BTW, what about my profile shows a lack of expectations? If I had low expectations, I wouldn't be wasting my time on this site. Gotta have faith. dun da dun da dun da dun dun.

So I was a little off. The actual quote is even better.

"Son, a woman is a lot like a... [looks around] a refrigerator! They're about six feet tall, 300 pounds. They make ice and, um... [spots his can of Duff] Oh, wait a minute. Actually, a woman is more like a beer. They smell good, they look good and you'd step over your own mother just to get one! [downs the beer] But you can't stop at one. You wanna drink another woman!"

over the line?

socks

As Homer Simpson once said, "Women: they look good. They smell good. And you'd step over your own mother just to get one." Or was that a quote about beer... I don't remember. Either way, it works.

sears

Everyone has places thet they go where they would rather not be bothered. For the hitter, you need to notice when your advances are not welcomed. For the hittee, you need to understand that not everyone has the same plans as you. Either way, remain tactful and friendly. Patience is rewarded. **The previous statement is IMHO, and as always, YMMV.**

Whatever it is, I hope it makes people giggle and blush.

"Remember him? He was the guy that..."

"He was!? No way! I thought that was just an old wives' tale."

"Yep. I also heard he had a third eye on the back of his head, and that he could run so fast that it would make the earth spin backwards."

"Totally."

Actually, yes. It feels good to write about my problems. This is just one of the topics I've been discussing with myself lately.

me too. What's the problem?

All this social stuff seems like a lot of work. Then again, I get a less than 10% return on the letters I send online. Why couldn't I keep to my old mantra that women are more trouble than they're worth? I think it's one of those deals where once you get a taste, you can't return to your happily single past. The fleeting moments of pleasure don't seem to outweigh the depression of being alone.

You women, you're a worse addiction than crack. lol

Oh well. I'll just put on a happy face and go about my business.