There are some rules I follow for a first date. One is a big one for me.. That would be NO kissing. Yes, I will hug you upon meeting, please don't at any time during the night try to shove your tongue down my throat. Other girls you have dated may have molested your face, but I am not into that. If it is the end of the night, and the date has gone well on both parts and it's agreed that you both had a stellar time, then one little cheek kiss is understandable.
I used to have a roommate who would take home every guy she met. I never quite understood that. We would be out, I would be talking to a guy, and she would take him home. I guess for some girls, the guys really do have them at hello. I want to know what you guys really thing of girls who are a little more open on first dates. What do you think of girls like me who don't kiss, or show affection quickly? For me, I don't want to waste my time. Plus, if I don't actually like you, I don't want to send any mixed signals.
Monday, October 16, 2017
It's 3AM I've got my eyes wide shut
What it's like being friends with someone like me. Someone who has PTSD from being in an abusive relationship. One where they were just slapped around, but called names, accused of cheating, told they were ugly, fat, disgusting... and worse of all raped, more times than they can count. It has made me a different person, I now worry constantly, that I am not good enough, that I am fat, disgusting, that no one will ever want me, let alone actually love me for who I am. I cry a lot, way more than I probably should. Hell, I am crying, just writing this. I will almost always cancel plans. This happening to me has made it hard for me to have any relationships. I cannot trust anyone, I get offended easily, I feel that no matter how hard I try, that I will never be good enough. I am a self conscious, beautiful disaster and I want is a normal life. One where I can sleep more than four hour without waking up terrified, screaming and pleading from sleep to not be hurt. Days, where I don't need to drink, just to be able to have peaceful sleep. I want someone who can show me that I really do matter, who can actually love me for me PTSD and all. Because, it's not just some phase I haven't grown out of, it's sadly here to stay.
Not many people know my story. It's something I wish I could tell people and not have to worry about them disliking me for what has happened to me. I used to have a bestfriend that I once confided in, about the relationship that has turned me into who I now am. She told me the next day, she couldn't sleep that night after what I told her. She never looked at me the same after that. Needless to say, we are no longer friends. There is this stigma that follows people like myself around. You tell someone and they become nervous, they worry how you are then going to react. I never dreamt this would happen to me. Nor, would I ever want this to happen to anyone, even my worst enemy.
I don't want anyone else to ever feel this way. I don't want any other man or woman to be through, what I have. I want to be able to fall madly in love and actually trust them. I want to be able to grow old with someone. Have a family and raise my children to know better. I want anyone out there in any form of abusive relationship to know, that you deserve better. That there is someone out there who will treat you as you deserve to be treated. Someone who will buy you flowers just because they are thinking of you, not just because they busted your nose and/or lip the night before. Someone who knows how you take your coffee, knows your favorite color and will do anything to make you smile and laugh. Yes, people like me take a little extra work, but it can be worth it to the right person. I do have the ability to love and that's all I want to do. I'm writing this to help with this stressful day, I am also a little worried due to the person I am actually interested in may read this, as he does have the link to this blog.
I know my readers are more used to my funny date stories, and aren't quite accustomed to me being completely serious. However, it's time I let it all out, rather than continuing to bottle it all up. I hope this also helps my friends who don't understand why I am the way I am..
Not many people know my story. It's something I wish I could tell people and not have to worry about them disliking me for what has happened to me. I used to have a bestfriend that I once confided in, about the relationship that has turned me into who I now am. She told me the next day, she couldn't sleep that night after what I told her. She never looked at me the same after that. Needless to say, we are no longer friends. There is this stigma that follows people like myself around. You tell someone and they become nervous, they worry how you are then going to react. I never dreamt this would happen to me. Nor, would I ever want this to happen to anyone, even my worst enemy.
I don't want anyone else to ever feel this way. I don't want any other man or woman to be through, what I have. I want to be able to fall madly in love and actually trust them. I want to be able to grow old with someone. Have a family and raise my children to know better. I want anyone out there in any form of abusive relationship to know, that you deserve better. That there is someone out there who will treat you as you deserve to be treated. Someone who will buy you flowers just because they are thinking of you, not just because they busted your nose and/or lip the night before. Someone who knows how you take your coffee, knows your favorite color and will do anything to make you smile and laugh. Yes, people like me take a little extra work, but it can be worth it to the right person. I do have the ability to love and that's all I want to do. I'm writing this to help with this stressful day, I am also a little worried due to the person I am actually interested in may read this, as he does have the link to this blog.
I know my readers are more used to my funny date stories, and aren't quite accustomed to me being completely serious. However, it's time I let it all out, rather than continuing to bottle it all up. I hope this also helps my friends who don't understand why I am the way I am..
Wednesday, December 14, 2016
Tuesday, August 2, 2016
Thursday, June 30, 2016
As Days Go By
Sometimes the days seem so long and others so short. Sometimes yesterday feels like such a distant memory and the past doesn't seem real. It seems like only a figment of my imagination. A story my mind made up. Yet, the scars prove the reality of the torture and torment. The dreams cause me to relive, everything I've endured. Dreams that seems so real, that I cannot wake from. A grip so hard it feels so real. Such a reality, I wonder how I have survived this long. Not a day goes by that a memory doesn't materialize. A sadness overcomes and I feel useless and tired. Worn down and overwhelmed. Some days, ending it, seems so easy. It seems like a reasonable answer. I once heard that if you end your life before its time, you are reborn into the same life until you live it correctly. I think, that's what kept me
Here so long. What's kept my feet on the ground. What has kept me from learning to fly. I feel as life should be easier. The days should be easier. Yet, it's not. It's weird how easy it is to forget someone's face who you knew your entire life once they've passed. However, you cannot forget the pain you've been in.
Monday, June 6, 2016
I wanna rock your gypsy soul
I need to move around a bit. To shuffle my surroundings. To wake up in cities I don’t know my way around and have conversations in languages I cannot entirely comprehend. There is always this tremendous longing in my heart to be lost, to be someplace else, to be far far away from all of this. - Beau Taplin
I am quite the lucky lady. I have the best friends, a girl could ever ask for. I live in an amazing city, in a great state. Well, minus the politics. I may not have a traditional family, I believe family is who you allow in your life. Who you choose. Growing up in a safe neighborhood, with a tire swing and being able to live. As I am getting older, I realize there is a big world out there, great places that I want to experience, new faces I want to meet. I grew up so shy, I wouldn't do anything. I didn't talk to people, I barely made friends. It took some time to get over that. Now, I want to meet everyone I can. I want to get out there an experience life. I want to pack my bags, grab my dog and hit the road. I want to write about these places and these people. Write about my gypsy life.
I recently found the above quote from Beau Taplin, it said everything I have always felt, everything I had ever wanted to say. However, others don't seem to understand my way of life. Don't understand, that I need to be free. That I need to wash away my past and start a new life. They don't understand that I am not running away from anything. That no matter where I am, I will always be there for them. In my mind, if we speak at least once a week, you are my friend. You are a part of my life, you have the type of soul that has the right type of fire, even though they may not see it.
As I am writing this, my eyes are once again tearing up. Not because, I am sad, but because others hate me for the way I feel. It's always discouraged me to change things up. Luckily, those people haven't gone through the same things in life that I have. Haven't dealt with the same anxiety or depression. Anytime I mention wanting to get out, I receive horrible backlash. I never said I hated home. I never said I hated Charlotte. How could you possibly tell someone, who has the Queen City Crown tattooed on their rib, by their heart that they hate Charlotte. It's not like I am saying I am leaving for good. One thing about traveling is, you can always come home.
So, for those of you who have a problem with my plan, doesn't have to join me, or visit me. You can stay here, where you can live your life however you please. However, judging my choices, will not get you any where. Here's to life, love and the journey.
I am quite the lucky lady. I have the best friends, a girl could ever ask for. I live in an amazing city, in a great state. Well, minus the politics. I may not have a traditional family, I believe family is who you allow in your life. Who you choose. Growing up in a safe neighborhood, with a tire swing and being able to live. As I am getting older, I realize there is a big world out there, great places that I want to experience, new faces I want to meet. I grew up so shy, I wouldn't do anything. I didn't talk to people, I barely made friends. It took some time to get over that. Now, I want to meet everyone I can. I want to get out there an experience life. I want to pack my bags, grab my dog and hit the road. I want to write about these places and these people. Write about my gypsy life.
I recently found the above quote from Beau Taplin, it said everything I have always felt, everything I had ever wanted to say. However, others don't seem to understand my way of life. Don't understand, that I need to be free. That I need to wash away my past and start a new life. They don't understand that I am not running away from anything. That no matter where I am, I will always be there for them. In my mind, if we speak at least once a week, you are my friend. You are a part of my life, you have the type of soul that has the right type of fire, even though they may not see it.
As I am writing this, my eyes are once again tearing up. Not because, I am sad, but because others hate me for the way I feel. It's always discouraged me to change things up. Luckily, those people haven't gone through the same things in life that I have. Haven't dealt with the same anxiety or depression. Anytime I mention wanting to get out, I receive horrible backlash. I never said I hated home. I never said I hated Charlotte. How could you possibly tell someone, who has the Queen City Crown tattooed on their rib, by their heart that they hate Charlotte. It's not like I am saying I am leaving for good. One thing about traveling is, you can always come home.
So, for those of you who have a problem with my plan, doesn't have to join me, or visit me. You can stay here, where you can live your life however you please. However, judging my choices, will not get you any where. Here's to life, love and the journey.
Tuesday, March 8, 2016
A memo for today..
Realizing how much pain I am currently in, that has something to do with things that happened in my life 6 years ago. I feel as I should once again, speak out on abuse. If you are ever in a relationship, where you are abused in anyway shape or form, please seek the help you need to leave. You CAN make it on your own, you do NOT need your abuser to survive. Regardless of what they tell you, the gifts you receive. They will trick and brainwash you to stay. The pain doesn't end when you leave, it stays with you for life. This week, I cannot walk, stand, sit, move in any way, without being in excruciating pain. Throughout the day, I cannot decide if I want to cry, or vomit. Because, I was convinced to stay. Convinced that no one else would want me. That I was worthless, ugly, etc. I now, have a daily reminder of what I've been through. A reminder why, no matter how hard I try, I cannot trust. I cannot make a relationship work. My abuser didn't only take my youth, but dented my future as well. If you are being abused, please speak up, call me, call the police, get up and leave. I will happily do what I can to help you. Trust me, after one time, it's not worth any apology, any gift they can give you. Leave, don't look back! You are worth so much, there is someone out there for you, who will treat you as you should. Trust me. I wish I had someone who was there to tell me these things. Rather, I was told "you're lucky someone wants to be with someone like you" so, I stayed. I'm still paying for it.
Sunday, January 24, 2016
Now You're Just Somebody That I Used To Know
I am one of those weirdos that have only been in TWO relationships. The first was just some asshole who I ran away with just to escape my mother. Who didn't think that was going to be a horrible idea? Even I knew it was stupid, but yet, I still moved in with the moron after four whole months. We had a quaint little house out in Stallings, North Carolina. If you don't know where that is, don't feel bad, it's even confused about where it is. That story you can read in previous blog posts. However, I thought things had changed once I met my most recent ex. He seemed like a good guy. We both swept right on each other, you know a match made in heaven. Sorry, I almost spit my coffee out when I re read that. We messaged back and forth, finally exchanged numbers. One night I had plans to go out with a group of friends, which I had told this guy. Lets refer to him as... Frodo. Frodo, asked what the plan was for the evening. I told him we would do one of two things.... Either go to Montford, or start off at a bar uptown and head to NoDa. We ended up going to Montford, and I informed Frodo of our plans. He then told me, if by chance we end up in NoDa to let him know, and he'd meet us out and buy me a drink. Which I agreed.
The night goes on and I once again inform Frodo that I will be staying in the Montford area. We didn't speak the rest of the night. I get home after two AM, and I have a novel of messages from Frodo. Pretty much a drunken banter of how I stood him up and how he opened himself up to meet someone in his neighborhood. BLAH BLAH BLAH. I don't think I even responded. However, I do have the entire thread in my email from the moment we started talking due to some of the context of our conversations. Mainly since he was dating someone when we first met, and he had to tell her about me. Anyways, the next day, I went to the bar my brother and a few of my friends worked to have lunch and a few drinks to tie over the pending hangover. He messages me apologizing and inviting me to lunch that wednesday, which I agreed to. Lunch wasn't bad, we met at a local brewery and talked over flatbread pizza. We had already realized we had a lot of common interest, some he tried later on down the road as his own. Which I corrected really quick. He then invited me on a REAL first date. Which, I wasn't aware of until the day of the date. I found odd, it was almost, like he spoke to my friends and asked them what my favorite restaurant was, and what I would love to do.
So, he picks me up. Once I get in the car, he tells me... I am taking you to something, I think you'd really like, plus, I hope you like mexican! Umm yea, I own a shirt that says, HOLY SHIT, I LOVE TACOS! We start driving and I immediately ask, where we are going and name my favorite place. He says yes. I then say, there is a Big Mama's Show in the area. He says, yea, that's where we are going. In my mind, I am doing a little happy dance and thinking Holy Fuck, this guy my actually get me. At the time I didn't think that it seemed weird, due to the excitement. We finish up dinner and head next door. I am sitting on a stool by the bar and he says, We need a picture together, you know, to see how we look together. He then asks a stranger to take a photo of us. Not at bad photo, however, we weren't really posed for it. After awhile, I tell him this has always been a dream of mine, do perform burlesque. He tells me I should do it, that I am hotter than half the women there. In my mind I am thinking this guy is pretty nifty. I excuse myself and return a few minutes later. A woman in a burlesque costume approaches us and tells me she saw me at the restaurant next door. I then find it kind of odd that this just happened after I come back. Especially, when we have talked about how much I want to get into burlesque.
However, during this entire dating process, which lasted about seven months. Things kept getting weirder and weirder. I caught him in the act of cheating numerous times, yet I over looked it. For whatever reason. It's not like I had a good reason to, not like the sex was amazing. We would make plans, (his idea) then he would forget and surprise me at the last minute, saying he'd forgotten and had made plans with his friends doing something else. He would always talk about how hot he thought my best friend was. I brought it up one day, and he apologized. I am like wtf? He would even tell his friends, in front of me. I swear I am starting to feel like I have the sign that only douche bags can see, that reads: I'm fucking naive, try to date me! He went on a cruise, he would talk about the engagement ring he was going to buy me, saying shit like "eventually when you move in" I am over here nodding my head, thinking what a fucking retard. Oh well, its over, hes moved on and hopefully isn't acting like an idiot with this girl. Since it's Sunday, and it's time for football, I bid you adieu. GO PANTHERS
However, during this entire dating process, which lasted about seven months. Things kept getting weirder and weirder. I caught him in the act of cheating numerous times, yet I over looked it. For whatever reason. It's not like I had a good reason to, not like the sex was amazing. We would make plans, (his idea) then he would forget and surprise me at the last minute, saying he'd forgotten and had made plans with his friends doing something else. He would always talk about how hot he thought my best friend was. I brought it up one day, and he apologized. I am like wtf? He would even tell his friends, in front of me. I swear I am starting to feel like I have the sign that only douche bags can see, that reads: I'm fucking naive, try to date me! He went on a cruise, he would talk about the engagement ring he was going to buy me, saying shit like "eventually when you move in" I am over here nodding my head, thinking what a fucking retard. Oh well, its over, hes moved on and hopefully isn't acting like an idiot with this girl. Since it's Sunday, and it's time for football, I bid you adieu. GO PANTHERS
Friday, November 20, 2015
Stop the talking baby Or I start walking baby...
So, let me get this straight... I am busy at work, you are blowing up my phone with a bunch of nonsense. I tell you I am busy, you complain that I don't want to hang out with you. I am trying to drive home and you again, are blowing up my phone asking what I am doing this weekend. When I get home, I remind you that I have an important job, and I have been extremely busy today. I also apologize to you for not getting back to you sooner and you tell me I am insulting your intelligence. Ok, now for a little back story. I met this dude ONCE at a bar. He seemed nice, but, wasn't really what I was looking for. However, I kept in touch. Well, one night I am home alone having dinner, watching movies and relaxing. This guy randomly texts me asking for a picture of my boobs! I tell him no, that I don't know him that well, and that's not something that I do. He flips out and starts calling me names, telling me that I am not serious about getting to know him. All because I wouldn't send him a picture of my boobs.
I thought I was quite clear when I told him I didn't want to see him again, weeks prior to this little incident. Well, the dude is like that annoying cat that came back the very next day. He just won't go away. Well, he tried a few more times to get me to go out a few weeks ago. Which I respectfully turned down. Then one night, I get this text. Telling me, that I am ugly, fat, gross, etc. I respond back with a brand new picture of my in my favorite little black dress, saying.. This is what I look like now. After all he hasn't seen me in I don't know seven months? The next day, he sends me a text telling me just how sorry he is, that he didn't mean what he said. That he was drunk, and upset. Well, asshole, you can go play in traffic on the New Jersey Turnpike during holiday travel!
Now, again, he's back! Back to suck the life out of me. Dude, I don't want to go out with you. It takes you longer to get ready than it takes me. You have so much grease in your hair, it's hazardous if it rains. Also, don't even get me started on your shitty tattoos. Seriously, if you are going to have full sleeves, invest in a GOOD tattoo artist. He also wears really expensive jeans, with suspenders that he doesn't even use. They just hang down. Who even does that? Now, he's all butt hurt because I don't want to see him. He thinks my valid excuses are bull shit, but I really do wash my hair for four straight hours every day! A girl has to deep condition! But really, he's a lose cannon and I don't want to be there when the fuse is lit. Oh what's even better, he claims to have social anxiety, yet, still wants us to go to the bar together and is also a psychology major at the local university. He doesn't have a job and drives a beat up old truck. He told me he got into some trouble and had to move to South Carolina with his sister. He also, will not tell me what kind of trouble he got into. So ladies, if you meet a guy who fits that description.. RUN. By the way this is the picture I sent when he called me fat and ugly. 😘
I thought I was quite clear when I told him I didn't want to see him again, weeks prior to this little incident. Well, the dude is like that annoying cat that came back the very next day. He just won't go away. Well, he tried a few more times to get me to go out a few weeks ago. Which I respectfully turned down. Then one night, I get this text. Telling me, that I am ugly, fat, gross, etc. I respond back with a brand new picture of my in my favorite little black dress, saying.. This is what I look like now. After all he hasn't seen me in I don't know seven months? The next day, he sends me a text telling me just how sorry he is, that he didn't mean what he said. That he was drunk, and upset. Well, asshole, you can go play in traffic on the New Jersey Turnpike during holiday travel!
Now, again, he's back! Back to suck the life out of me. Dude, I don't want to go out with you. It takes you longer to get ready than it takes me. You have so much grease in your hair, it's hazardous if it rains. Also, don't even get me started on your shitty tattoos. Seriously, if you are going to have full sleeves, invest in a GOOD tattoo artist. He also wears really expensive jeans, with suspenders that he doesn't even use. They just hang down. Who even does that? Now, he's all butt hurt because I don't want to see him. He thinks my valid excuses are bull shit, but I really do wash my hair for four straight hours every day! A girl has to deep condition! But really, he's a lose cannon and I don't want to be there when the fuse is lit. Oh what's even better, he claims to have social anxiety, yet, still wants us to go to the bar together and is also a psychology major at the local university. He doesn't have a job and drives a beat up old truck. He told me he got into some trouble and had to move to South Carolina with his sister. He also, will not tell me what kind of trouble he got into. So ladies, if you meet a guy who fits that description.. RUN. By the way this is the picture I sent when he called me fat and ugly. 😘
Friday, October 30, 2015
You will remember me...
I am at that time in my life when, I am ready to settle down and find that special person that I want to annoy for the rest of my life. I finally have a career that I love, even though I have to be up at 5am. I get to bring my hairy beast with me. I have amazing co workers who are like the brothers I never wanted. However, I'd like to have someone to enjoy my life with. Someone who is loving, caring, funny and adventurous. Who has a big heart and wants to show how much he loves me. Who will occasionally surprise me with my favorite flowers, or cheer me up after a bad day. Who allows me to be myself and have my own life outside of what we share. A man who will watch football, go camping, enjoy home cooked meals and make me feel like I am his world. However, sadly. Life isn't a fairytale. Breaking hearts comes to easy. For someone like me who has rules when it comes to dating, it's hard for me to get a second date. When it comes to meeting men, I'm not looking for hookups, booty calls or one night stands. I also, don't want all of your free time. Or to even see you everyday. I don't want to jump into something, like my last relationship which took me almost two years to get over. I know, that there is someone out there for me.
I will never forget what that man said to me who found me outside after my breakup. "He's looking for you and won't stop until he finds you. He will put you on the pedestal that you deserve to be placed upon" Anyone who knows me knows I am not a religious person. However, I will always consider that man an angel. From the moment he stopped me and said "he's not worth the tears" I felt like everything was going to be alright. Every time I think of that day, I cannot help but to cry. It makes me realize when I am down, that the world isn't over and everything in the end will work out as it should.
I have done a lot in 32 years, I've worked with lions, managed political campaigns, worked for Newsweek and even spent time with my idol. I have made an idiot of myself in front of players from the Houston Rockets. I have been to CPAC, DNC and have met with congress members on the hill, salsa danced with a presidential candidate during a presidential dinner. I am outspoken, blunt and occasional curse like a drunken sailor. I am a natural redhead, I have tattoos, I'm not afraid to work for what I have and what I need. I prefer the mountains over the beach. I'd like to watch the sunset with a glass of wine and watch the sunrise with a cup of coffee (black, two sugars) I believe every aspect of life has a silver lining and everything happens for a reason. I am not a religious person, and if you get to know me. I'll give you the reason why. I have been through a lot both good and bad.
I am at that point where having someone to spend not just my nights, but my days as well with. I have never been the kinda girl to sleep or date around. It was never my style. I wear a lot of ball caps, ripped up jeans and yoga pants. I also love my little black dresses, pencil skirts and stilettos. I'd be more than content if I could wear flip flops 90% of my life.
Issues with layout
I apologize I have tried multiple times to change the lay out. However, no matter how much I change it. When viewing from a mobile device. It still looks like crap.
Thursday, July 9, 2015
You've got a friend
You've got a friend
June 20, 2011
So why is it, once you enter a relationship, you no longer have your friends? Is it a rule, that once you have a boyfriend or girlfriend, your boyfriends and girlfriends are no longer of importance? Girls get jealous of their boyfriends female friends, and vice versa! If you care about someone, shouldn't you take them as they are? When you meet that person, do you customize them? Make them change their hair color, change the way they dress? No! You love everything about them.
I learned a long time ago, when I was in a situation where; my friends were not good for me, and the way I dressed wasn't appropriate. However, his friends were good for me, and whatever he wanted to do was appropriate! I hate to break it to you boys out there! Just because you have a penis doesn't make you king!
For you ladies out there, who do the same thing... You are not the queen!
When it comes to relationships, you shouldn't change your whole life around, to make that person happy! If you are someone they want to be with, they should like everything about you! You should still be allowed to live your life, and "do you"
There has been plenty of times, where I've had guy friends, who I would hang out with, watch movies, play scrabble, etc... THEY WERE JUST FRIENDS!! Then they get girlfriends, and adios! I never see them, or talk to them anymore. They are gone, luckily because of Facebook, and having girlfriends who take pictures of EVERYTHING they do, I know they are still kickin!
The way I look at it, is... If your friends were there before the significant other, they are going to be there after! I learned my lesson before, I got rid of my friends, then... When I had to leave my ex, I had to beg for forgiveness from my friends! That was a lot of arse to kiss!
That is a subject every couple needs to talk about! Surprisingly people have just friends! Also the way it boils down, is if you are that insecure about something that ridiculous... It's not going to work! Another if you are constantly accusing them of cheating or whatever it may be, we immediately think you have a guilty conscious and that is your way of coming clean.
Friends are forever, boyfriends and girlfriends are easily replaceable!
I learned a long time ago, when I was in a situation where; my friends were not good for me, and the way I dressed wasn't appropriate. However, his friends were good for me, and whatever he wanted to do was appropriate! I hate to break it to you boys out there! Just because you have a penis doesn't make you king!
For you ladies out there, who do the same thing... You are not the queen!
When it comes to relationships, you shouldn't change your whole life around, to make that person happy! If you are someone they want to be with, they should like everything about you! You should still be allowed to live your life, and "do you"
There has been plenty of times, where I've had guy friends, who I would hang out with, watch movies, play scrabble, etc... THEY WERE JUST FRIENDS!! Then they get girlfriends, and adios! I never see them, or talk to them anymore. They are gone, luckily because of Facebook, and having girlfriends who take pictures of EVERYTHING they do, I know they are still kickin!
The way I look at it, is... If your friends were there before the significant other, they are going to be there after! I learned my lesson before, I got rid of my friends, then... When I had to leave my ex, I had to beg for forgiveness from my friends! That was a lot of arse to kiss!
That is a subject every couple needs to talk about! Surprisingly people have just friends! Also the way it boils down, is if you are that insecure about something that ridiculous... It's not going to work! Another if you are constantly accusing them of cheating or whatever it may be, we immediately think you have a guilty conscious and that is your way of coming clean.
Friends are forever, boyfriends and girlfriends are easily replaceable!
Who is the little guy?
Who is the little guy?
September 12, 2011
Most guys treat sex like car problem, bigger wrench, pull/push harder, etc. When in essence all you have to do to bond and have mind blowing sex is form a real and true connection-- almost on any level. Once you do that, the gloves are off. Patience pays when it comes to women and real sex.. That's according to my friend Robert! Which is very true! That's one thing I have never truly understood.. Sex on the first date? What's the point?
First of all, you have to mental connection! Second of all, how much do you know about this person? What's their last name? Do they have any siblings? When is their birthday?? I'm told by many of my guy friends, that if you sleep with them on the first date, they will never have a serious relationship with you!
Then why do they try? C'mon their guys, they only really truly think with the head that's being held back by their flashy button up fly! I do wonder when they are on that first date... hmmm... when do they decide if they are going to try? Is it part of their stupid little game they play to get you to jump into bed (or the backseat depending on what kinda girl you are)? I've met plenty of guys, that when I've said it's not going to happen, they move on! Their loss not mine!
Still my favorite is still the guy who gets drunk intentionally, and then looks at you and says... "So where am I sleeping?"
Just for me to look right back over, and say... "Your house if you can make it, i'll even walk you to your car!" Today in this world, just like Lil' Kim said... If a guy has three girls than he's the man, if a girl do they same then she's a whore! So who came up with that? some jerk with little man syndrome?
My whole reason isn't to bash men... They have good tendencies.. They mow grass, open jars, lift heavy things, and some are just pretty to look at! Ooooh nothing better than a tall man with muscles and tattoos, not wearing a shirt lifting something heavy, and wiping the sweat from his brow... ok, snap out of it, enough day dreaming! Or is it enough... lalalala
First of all, you have to mental connection! Second of all, how much do you know about this person? What's their last name? Do they have any siblings? When is their birthday?? I'm told by many of my guy friends, that if you sleep with them on the first date, they will never have a serious relationship with you!
Then why do they try? C'mon their guys, they only really truly think with the head that's being held back by their flashy button up fly! I do wonder when they are on that first date... hmmm... when do they decide if they are going to try? Is it part of their stupid little game they play to get you to jump into bed (or the backseat depending on what kinda girl you are)? I've met plenty of guys, that when I've said it's not going to happen, they move on! Their loss not mine!
Still my favorite is still the guy who gets drunk intentionally, and then looks at you and says... "So where am I sleeping?"
Just for me to look right back over, and say... "Your house if you can make it, i'll even walk you to your car!" Today in this world, just like Lil' Kim said... If a guy has three girls than he's the man, if a girl do they same then she's a whore! So who came up with that? some jerk with little man syndrome?
My whole reason isn't to bash men... They have good tendencies.. They mow grass, open jars, lift heavy things, and some are just pretty to look at! Ooooh nothing better than a tall man with muscles and tattoos, not wearing a shirt lifting something heavy, and wiping the sweat from his brow... ok, snap out of it, enough day dreaming! Or is it enough... lalalala
I am the girl your father warned you about!
I am the girl your father warned you about!
February 6, 2012
I've always been the one to go after anything I wanted! I'm not afraid to step on toes, and I make sure I dig my three inch stiletto deep into your big toe! I don't only march to the beat of my own drum, I dance to it! I never wanted to be the old lady, who sits in her favorite chair, while working on her needle point, and wondering what I did with my life. I get involved in everything I can. I've stared in short films, played extras in movies, been in commercials, ran over a guy with a truck, and got paid for it! I've protested against unconstitutional laws, I'm not afraid to speak my mind, I love getting my hands dirty.
I was speaking with someone today, when they asked me what would happen if I were to be attacked by someone. I smiled and said, they better hope I don't have my bat! Only for them to look back at me and say "you know they make pepper spray?" Only for me to laugh, and tell them i'm much faster with a bat, than pepper spray! I've done a lot of things in my life I'm not proud of. I've been in situations, where the only thing I could do was pray. I wasn't even sure if anyone was listening, yet, I prayed as hard as I could! I fought the battle against drugs, against stupidity, and made it to where I am today!
I never thought in a million years, or even a few years ago when I was still with my ex, yet, fearing for my life everyday. That I would be the person I am today! I learned a lot in those five years, I never take shit from anyone, I yell, I scream, and I get my point across! I do what I want, and enjoy getting what I want! I decided a few years ago, that Karma will play a major role in your life! You can either do what's right and benefit, or be a weasel, and become Hammurabi's bitch! I don't know about you, but, I like having both my eyes, as well as both my hands. I also remember Hilter's scene in Little Nicky. I don't want any pineapples shoved up my bum!
I feel that life is for living, make a difference, live hard, live long, life is too f'n short to do otherwise! Drink a mimosa for breakfast, eat candy for dinner! Get your way! Dance around your house in your underwear, get crazy, go sky diving, ride a horse! Do what makes you happy! Who cares what anyone else thinks! Hell, just the other day, I was feeling down, so, I asked the homeless man near my house, if he could have anything for dinner tonight what would it be. He looked at me, and said.. he could never collect enough money for what he really wanted. I told him, if he told me what he really wanted, whatever it was. I would make sure he would have it for dinner! Needless to say he had a feast!
There are plenty of things you can do everyday, to show faith in humanity!
I was speaking with someone today, when they asked me what would happen if I were to be attacked by someone. I smiled and said, they better hope I don't have my bat! Only for them to look back at me and say "you know they make pepper spray?" Only for me to laugh, and tell them i'm much faster with a bat, than pepper spray! I've done a lot of things in my life I'm not proud of. I've been in situations, where the only thing I could do was pray. I wasn't even sure if anyone was listening, yet, I prayed as hard as I could! I fought the battle against drugs, against stupidity, and made it to where I am today!
I never thought in a million years, or even a few years ago when I was still with my ex, yet, fearing for my life everyday. That I would be the person I am today! I learned a lot in those five years, I never take shit from anyone, I yell, I scream, and I get my point across! I do what I want, and enjoy getting what I want! I decided a few years ago, that Karma will play a major role in your life! You can either do what's right and benefit, or be a weasel, and become Hammurabi's bitch! I don't know about you, but, I like having both my eyes, as well as both my hands. I also remember Hilter's scene in Little Nicky. I don't want any pineapples shoved up my bum!
I feel that life is for living, make a difference, live hard, live long, life is too f'n short to do otherwise! Drink a mimosa for breakfast, eat candy for dinner! Get your way! Dance around your house in your underwear, get crazy, go sky diving, ride a horse! Do what makes you happy! Who cares what anyone else thinks! Hell, just the other day, I was feeling down, so, I asked the homeless man near my house, if he could have anything for dinner tonight what would it be. He looked at me, and said.. he could never collect enough money for what he really wanted. I told him, if he told me what he really wanted, whatever it was. I would make sure he would have it for dinner! Needless to say he had a feast!
There are plenty of things you can do everyday, to show faith in humanity!
Oh, she's a gold digger.. that digs on me...
Oh, she's a gold digger.. that digs on me...
(February 22, 2012)
So why do men LOVE gold diggers, and attention whores?? What gets men off by having some selfish, self absorbed, and on most cases I've seen.. unattractive, little girl want them? Is it some weird psychological fatherly instinct? Is it they think they can't get a real woman? Why do those guys get defensive when you call them a player? The way I look at it, is some girls for some reason have horrible insecurities. It keeps them from being the person they wish they could aspire to be, and it turns them into lime light chasing wannabes! I guess it's too much for a successful man to want a successful woman, because then who would wear the pants in the relationship? God forbid a powerful woman, who is normal finding a powerful man.
Then again, I can't say it surprises me! I go around uptown Charlotte, I look at the men, who are taking home a different girl every night, buying every girl they see a drink, and they look proud. Just like daddy lion when he brings home a zebra caucus for his cubs, and lioness. It makes men feel proud to be the ones who get the most, the won who wins the race, they have with their inner ego! Oh, have you seen the chicks, when they see a shiny new car, or a group of guys sitting in a VIP section, ordering bottles of belvedere. Those guys know your game! Surprisingly they have whore-dar! They can spot you! Don't worry they are just as stupid as you, so it won't be any battle of wits, so go ahead gold diggers, take a sigh of relief! You wont actually have to think!
It's people like this who ruin society! I really hate when you give someone a chance, just to find out they are wrapped around one of those, girls fingers! I hate to bring it to your attention, but there is more to relationships than money, fast cars, and your social status! It surprises me when I meet someone just to find out, they are in fact the person that I despise! Even though his friends tell you he's such a good guy, and you put yourself on the line. Just to find out all they want to do is use you and lie to you! Seriously? I'm not one of these dumb girls who only wants to be eye candy, and love you for your money! I actually have my own opinions, and am not afraid to say whats on my mind!
Then again, you tell them what you really think, they get confused. Thank that digger for that! All those mind games she's been playing on him, confuses his little man brain! He actually thinks you are talking about someone else! "Sweetie, I'm so sorry he made you feel that way"
"Umm who are you referring to? I was talking about you!" Then they freak out! Holy strawberry Batman, you don't care! They don't know what to do, except... Yep, you got it LIE!
They have no clue what you're talking about, then they try to reel you back in. Hmmm what move can they make on this life size chess board. They try to cover their ass by playing the game, they've been played with! Just for you, yes you Powerful Woman, you! You, to Check, Mate!
Then the game ends, they start asking you really unusual questions, because they realize they have lost, and you are in fact the master! You know these questions have to do with another girl, even though they don't admit it! They still hope you are kinda dumb, and wont figure it out. Now to the best part! They have lied so much, they don't think they are going to get caught! GOD FORBID, that girl the attention whore, I was referring to, post everything!!! Hmmm.. excuse me Mister, would you like to pick your dignity up off the floor, or just let your balls continue to shrivel up and fall off?
The fun part? They are dumb enough not to understand, that you actually get whats going on! You thought you met a normal guy, that was sweet, and real! I mean, someone I trust, tells me, go for it! Then when I tell that friend I'm done, he tells me not to! I listen! Guess what happens... Come on take a wild guess... Yea! You're right, He's full of it, fuller than before! There is so much drama! I think every man needs to ask himself, if he was himself, but didn't have the money, the cars, or the houses, would these gold diggers, and attentions whores want anything to do with them?? I highly doubt it, when you guys loose it all, they will not be there to pick up the pieces! Hopefully, you haven't pissed off the real woman, who you decided to push to the side, and she's there with a broom and dustpan in hand!
I hope this makes a lot of you think, deep and hard! Look carefully at the people you surround yourself with!
Then again, I can't say it surprises me! I go around uptown Charlotte, I look at the men, who are taking home a different girl every night, buying every girl they see a drink, and they look proud. Just like daddy lion when he brings home a zebra caucus for his cubs, and lioness. It makes men feel proud to be the ones who get the most, the won who wins the race, they have with their inner ego! Oh, have you seen the chicks, when they see a shiny new car, or a group of guys sitting in a VIP section, ordering bottles of belvedere. Those guys know your game! Surprisingly they have whore-dar! They can spot you! Don't worry they are just as stupid as you, so it won't be any battle of wits, so go ahead gold diggers, take a sigh of relief! You wont actually have to think!
It's people like this who ruin society! I really hate when you give someone a chance, just to find out they are wrapped around one of those, girls fingers! I hate to bring it to your attention, but there is more to relationships than money, fast cars, and your social status! It surprises me when I meet someone just to find out, they are in fact the person that I despise! Even though his friends tell you he's such a good guy, and you put yourself on the line. Just to find out all they want to do is use you and lie to you! Seriously? I'm not one of these dumb girls who only wants to be eye candy, and love you for your money! I actually have my own opinions, and am not afraid to say whats on my mind!
Then again, you tell them what you really think, they get confused. Thank that digger for that! All those mind games she's been playing on him, confuses his little man brain! He actually thinks you are talking about someone else! "Sweetie, I'm so sorry he made you feel that way"
"Umm who are you referring to? I was talking about you!" Then they freak out! Holy strawberry Batman, you don't care! They don't know what to do, except... Yep, you got it LIE!
They have no clue what you're talking about, then they try to reel you back in. Hmmm what move can they make on this life size chess board. They try to cover their ass by playing the game, they've been played with! Just for you, yes you Powerful Woman, you! You, to Check, Mate!
Then the game ends, they start asking you really unusual questions, because they realize they have lost, and you are in fact the master! You know these questions have to do with another girl, even though they don't admit it! They still hope you are kinda dumb, and wont figure it out. Now to the best part! They have lied so much, they don't think they are going to get caught! GOD FORBID, that girl the attention whore, I was referring to, post everything!!! Hmmm.. excuse me Mister, would you like to pick your dignity up off the floor, or just let your balls continue to shrivel up and fall off?
The fun part? They are dumb enough not to understand, that you actually get whats going on! You thought you met a normal guy, that was sweet, and real! I mean, someone I trust, tells me, go for it! Then when I tell that friend I'm done, he tells me not to! I listen! Guess what happens... Come on take a wild guess... Yea! You're right, He's full of it, fuller than before! There is so much drama! I think every man needs to ask himself, if he was himself, but didn't have the money, the cars, or the houses, would these gold diggers, and attentions whores want anything to do with them?? I highly doubt it, when you guys loose it all, they will not be there to pick up the pieces! Hopefully, you haven't pissed off the real woman, who you decided to push to the side, and she's there with a broom and dustpan in hand!
I hope this makes a lot of you think, deep and hard! Look carefully at the people you surround yourself with!
Excuse Me Mr. Creeper
Excuse Me Mr. Creeper
(June 17, 2012)
So, friday night, I meet a girl friend of mine out at a local bar. I make my way through the slightly crowded top bar to find my friend at the back bar which is called "the yard." I find my friend talking to a man, we will call this man Max! She introduces us, and we all start talking. My friend brings up a conversation we were having earlier in the day, about a bra that I had purchased.
Ok, so this will make sense, I will recap the earlier event for you! I had gone shopping a few days earlier, Victoria's Secret, was having their semi annual sale! I dislike shopping so in a rush to get what I wanted and get out, I grabbed a nude colored bra in my size (36D) and made a dash for the register! Well what I failed to realize is that the bra I had chosen was from their Gorgeous line! It adds two cup sizes. Which I still think is odd that they make them for D cups! This bra makes me a 36F! Umm yea, no thanks! Well earlier friday, while getting ready, I tried the bra on with the shirt I was planning on wearing that evening. The shirt wouldn't fit, due to adding two cup sizes to my already large chest! I texted my friend telling her the hilarious story about the bra, and how my shirts failed to fit, while wearing said bra!
She brings up this conversation in Max's presence, so I relay the same story I did for you! My friend leaves to fetch a drink, and leaves me with Max. Max introduces me to as I like to call him Mr. Creeper! Max looks at Creeper, and asks him to guess my bra size! Creeper looks befuddled at the question. He then introduces himself to me, and Max points out that he is Canadian. I did not know that this conversation would lead to Mr. Creeper standing over my shoulder the entire night.
I don't understand why men, get some creepy sometimes. Do they really think we find it amusing that they stalk us out like prey? Maybe, that is just me, but, I find it menacing!
Ok, so this will make sense, I will recap the earlier event for you! I had gone shopping a few days earlier, Victoria's Secret, was having their semi annual sale! I dislike shopping so in a rush to get what I wanted and get out, I grabbed a nude colored bra in my size (36D) and made a dash for the register! Well what I failed to realize is that the bra I had chosen was from their Gorgeous line! It adds two cup sizes. Which I still think is odd that they make them for D cups! This bra makes me a 36F! Umm yea, no thanks! Well earlier friday, while getting ready, I tried the bra on with the shirt I was planning on wearing that evening. The shirt wouldn't fit, due to adding two cup sizes to my already large chest! I texted my friend telling her the hilarious story about the bra, and how my shirts failed to fit, while wearing said bra!
She brings up this conversation in Max's presence, so I relay the same story I did for you! My friend leaves to fetch a drink, and leaves me with Max. Max introduces me to as I like to call him Mr. Creeper! Max looks at Creeper, and asks him to guess my bra size! Creeper looks befuddled at the question. He then introduces himself to me, and Max points out that he is Canadian. I did not know that this conversation would lead to Mr. Creeper standing over my shoulder the entire night.
I don't understand why men, get some creepy sometimes. Do they really think we find it amusing that they stalk us out like prey? Maybe, that is just me, but, I find it menacing!
I know you fool around all day No it doesn't hurt me anyway, I am alright
After a year of being single, (it was a horrible break up) I finally put myself out there to start dating again. I actually met a guy, a nice, sweet and tall guy. He seemed great from the moment we started texting. Our first date was almost to perfect. He picked me up even opened doors. He took me to the aquarium, we bought water guns and balloons. He took me to the park for a picnic, before we ate we actually broke out in a water gun and balloon fight. After eating, we took a walk around the parks lake to dry off. He then took me to get milkshakes, which isn't something I care for, however it seemed to excite him.
When we arrived at my apartment complex he we talked for a bit, then he got out to hug me. He tried to kiss me and backed off. I smiled and said "then don't kiss me" which he then followed by a kiss. We continued to talk after that and saw each other two more times.
I actually liked this guy and felt I could trust him. I was excited to hear from him, I had butterflies each time I thought of him. Yet, I knew (knowing my track record) that it wasn't going to be all I had hoped. Then again, he proved himself to not be Mr. Right immediately. However, I guess with each conquest, you learn more about yourself, who you want to be and what you want. I have had so much going on in my life these past few weeks. Three good friends passed away, an aunt and uncle involved in a horrible car accident. I guess my way of coping with all of the stress was falling for someone wayyyy too quickly. It did make me realize, I am ready for a relationship, I am ready to actually fall in love. I am more than ready to be happy again and to make someone else happy!
When we arrived at my apartment complex he we talked for a bit, then he got out to hug me. He tried to kiss me and backed off. I smiled and said "then don't kiss me" which he then followed by a kiss. We continued to talk after that and saw each other two more times.
I actually liked this guy and felt I could trust him. I was excited to hear from him, I had butterflies each time I thought of him. Yet, I knew (knowing my track record) that it wasn't going to be all I had hoped. Then again, he proved himself to not be Mr. Right immediately. However, I guess with each conquest, you learn more about yourself, who you want to be and what you want. I have had so much going on in my life these past few weeks. Three good friends passed away, an aunt and uncle involved in a horrible car accident. I guess my way of coping with all of the stress was falling for someone wayyyy too quickly. It did make me realize, I am ready for a relationship, I am ready to actually fall in love. I am more than ready to be happy again and to make someone else happy!
Monday, April 13, 2015
Once In A Blue Moon
You know, like most young girls.. I always dreamt of this great guy who is going to sweep me off my feet. Who will whisk me away and spend eternity together. Then I got a boyfriend, and I realized fairy tales, are just tales. There isn't a prince, maybe just some regular guy who turns out to make your heart race a little faster than normal. That makes your arrector pili muscles work overtime by just the thought of a kiss. Then, times goes by and all of those things disappear. You get your heart broken and you sit in your bed, listening to iTunes and eating cinnamon toast crunch out of the box. You think to yourself, if you hadn't of met this guy where would you be right now? Would you still be sitting there looking like a depressed raccoon, overdosing on sugar? You think about how the entire relationship went down. How great it was during the "honeymoon stages" You used to wake up to cute little handwritten notes and an occasional single flower and then, you started waking up hoping he wasn't breathing! Hey, I know in my case, I had my own reasons. My first love was a horrible person. The honeymoon faded a lot quicker than the black eyes and the busted lips. Yet, I stayed! I was promised we were going to spend forever together. Things would get better. Like any abuser, there came the gifts. A new TV, because, he threw a shoe at the old one because, I ducked just in time. A pair of small diamond earrings. Shoes, clothes, trips, etc. Long story short, turns out I was paying for all of that. The jerk opened up numerous credit cards under my name. Five years later, I pulled myself together and got the hell out of dodge. Learned who my real friends were, swallowed my pride and moved home.
It took me a few years before I could trust anyone. Then I met this guy who I thought was actually that guy, who was going to sweep me away. He did, for about seven months. Then spent the next 8 accusing me of sleeping with his friends and following his new girl friend on social media. Because, I have enough time to do any of that! Here I am again, in the same boat as before, attempting to date and meet men. Just to go on a date, find them incredibly annoying and blocking their number as soon as I am in the safety of my own apartment! I haven't given up hope completely. I sit at home, watching Romantic Comedies, which I find myself balling my eyes out by the end. It makes me feel like I have some hope in finding some form of love. Then again, my parents are divorced, dad on his second marriage with a new family and my mother is the kind of woman who hides Jack Daniels in diet coke bottles in her linen closet and serial dates weird men she meets in bars at Myrtle Beach. However, I do see these sweet elderly couples out and about, and I realize that I do want that. I want the kiss goodnight, every night. Someone who tells me I am beautiful, when I want to bite his head off due to hormone overload.
Unfortunately, I am starting to think true love no longer exists. We women have Nicholas Sparks putting these ideas in our heads that we will fall in love with some guy because we are not supposed to. When in fact, love is going to have to be something that takes a lot of work. There will be tears, yelling, kisses, hugs, fights and makeups! However, just like anything you want, you must work for it. I highly doubt, that I am going to walk into a room and see this man and feel like I am being pulled to him magnetically. Our eyes meet across a crowed room, blah blah blah. However, I am going to be 32 this year and I feel like I am wasting time, because I am scared. I don't want to get hurt again. It's happened too many times already and I am not sure if I can take another one. Like I said, I still have hope. I believe there is some man out there who falls into my idea of a perfect man. He will show up on our first date with a sunflower, and show me what I have spent all this time missing. It may not happen this year, but hopefully soon!
It took me a few years before I could trust anyone. Then I met this guy who I thought was actually that guy, who was going to sweep me away. He did, for about seven months. Then spent the next 8 accusing me of sleeping with his friends and following his new girl friend on social media. Because, I have enough time to do any of that! Here I am again, in the same boat as before, attempting to date and meet men. Just to go on a date, find them incredibly annoying and blocking their number as soon as I am in the safety of my own apartment! I haven't given up hope completely. I sit at home, watching Romantic Comedies, which I find myself balling my eyes out by the end. It makes me feel like I have some hope in finding some form of love. Then again, my parents are divorced, dad on his second marriage with a new family and my mother is the kind of woman who hides Jack Daniels in diet coke bottles in her linen closet and serial dates weird men she meets in bars at Myrtle Beach. However, I do see these sweet elderly couples out and about, and I realize that I do want that. I want the kiss goodnight, every night. Someone who tells me I am beautiful, when I want to bite his head off due to hormone overload.
Unfortunately, I am starting to think true love no longer exists. We women have Nicholas Sparks putting these ideas in our heads that we will fall in love with some guy because we are not supposed to. When in fact, love is going to have to be something that takes a lot of work. There will be tears, yelling, kisses, hugs, fights and makeups! However, just like anything you want, you must work for it. I highly doubt, that I am going to walk into a room and see this man and feel like I am being pulled to him magnetically. Our eyes meet across a crowed room, blah blah blah. However, I am going to be 32 this year and I feel like I am wasting time, because I am scared. I don't want to get hurt again. It's happened too many times already and I am not sure if I can take another one. Like I said, I still have hope. I believe there is some man out there who falls into my idea of a perfect man. He will show up on our first date with a sunflower, and show me what I have spent all this time missing. It may not happen this year, but hopefully soon!
My first
This was the first blog I wrote back in 2010
Now, that I'm in my late twenties, I've realized that I am in fact ready to settle down. I want to find the special person who makes me feel like I am complete. However, to get to that point, you have to go on multiple dates, with all the wrong guys. As your getting ready for each date, you put on your make up, pick out the perfect outfit, and hope that this one could possibly be the one. Then you walk into a crowded wine bar, to see the blind date you've been set up with standing in the corner sipping on a corona. You think to yourself, "should I slowly back out, and hope he doesn't see me?" Ooops too late, you've been spotted. You make your way over to find that the "tall handsome banker" you were supposed to meet, is balding, but, still has more hair on his head than the teeth in his mouth. YIKES!
There is always that guy, the one your friend sets you up with, who they think is perfect for you! Obviously, your friend needs to learn something about you, because setting you up with a Jersey Shores reject really isn't your cup of herbal tea! You go on date after date, after long painful date. Well, at least there is dinner... right? There's been a few times, I've just had to part ways, before the server could bring the drinks. Heck, I've even had a date leave me, at the restaurant because, he just couldn't take a joke! Seriously, where are the guys who aren't afraid to get their hands dirty, take less time to get ready than I do, and a sense of humor is a MUST!!! We are all aware that prince charming doesn't really exist, if you do think that, here is a free reality check! No one is perfect, however someone is perfect for you! Just keep fishing, you will keep catching guppies for a while, but, one day, when your line tugs, there will be a prize winner waiting for you, just don't try to mount it on your wall :-)
There is always that guy, the one your friend sets you up with, who they think is perfect for you! Obviously, your friend needs to learn something about you, because setting you up with a Jersey Shores reject really isn't your cup of herbal tea! You go on date after date, after long painful date. Well, at least there is dinner... right? There's been a few times, I've just had to part ways, before the server could bring the drinks. Heck, I've even had a date leave me, at the restaurant because, he just couldn't take a joke! Seriously, where are the guys who aren't afraid to get their hands dirty, take less time to get ready than I do, and a sense of humor is a MUST!!! We are all aware that prince charming doesn't really exist, if you do think that, here is a free reality check! No one is perfect, however someone is perfect for you! Just keep fishing, you will keep catching guppies for a while, but, one day, when your line tugs, there will be a prize winner waiting for you, just don't try to mount it on your wall :-)
When I decided to leave, I moved home. I was happy to find out one of my best friends was moving back as well. When she arrived she introduced me to dating websites. So, I made a profile, uploaded a few photos, and hoped I wasn't going to meet Charlie Manson. So, a guy emailed me, Cute photos, great job, seemed really nice. Ummm yea, so I meet him at a bar, he was surrounded by empty cocktail glasses (and, I was early). Shortly after I arrive his speech starts slurring, and he starts yelling. I try my hardest to start acting crazy, saying things like "I always carry a knife, just in case I have to stab someone" his response "That's SO hot" No matter what I said it did not turn this guy off. Luckily I convinced him I was tired and wanted to go home.
For some reason I decided to keep on keepin' on! Date #2 Owner of a construction company. Seemed like a nice guy, once again, cute photos. His idea for a date, Bobcats game!! Of course, I had never been to one, and being the huge sports fan that I am; I was very excited!! He then tells me he's getting courtside tickets!! I'm getting more and more excited. So I meet the guy at the arena before the game. After introducing himself he then tells me he hasn't gotten tickets yet, and need to buy them. UGH really?? He then buys floor seats from some guy off the street. Ended up being pretty good seats! Then we sit down, the game starts, I'm focused into the game! What does #2 do?? Starts talking... Once again UGH! He's also trying to convince me, not only is he just that awesome, he is a stunt crotch rocket rider, and he busted his sprocket! I excuse myself to the ladies room. The lady that was sitting a few seats down from us approaches me, asking if it was our first date. I told her yes, she asked if there would be a second one, I smiled and said "NO"
After the game, we meet some of my friends at a bar across the street. Luckily, I was able to ditch him. Later I find out he asked my best male friend if I was in fact a whore, and slept with a lot of guys.
For some reason I decided to keep on keepin' on! Date #2 Owner of a construction company. Seemed like a nice guy, once again, cute photos. His idea for a date, Bobcats game!! Of course, I had never been to one, and being the huge sports fan that I am; I was very excited!! He then tells me he's getting courtside tickets!! I'm getting more and more excited. So I meet the guy at the arena before the game. After introducing himself he then tells me he hasn't gotten tickets yet, and need to buy them. UGH really?? He then buys floor seats from some guy off the street. Ended up being pretty good seats! Then we sit down, the game starts, I'm focused into the game! What does #2 do?? Starts talking... Once again UGH! He's also trying to convince me, not only is he just that awesome, he is a stunt crotch rocket rider, and he busted his sprocket! I excuse myself to the ladies room. The lady that was sitting a few seats down from us approaches me, asking if it was our first date. I told her yes, she asked if there would be a second one, I smiled and said "NO"
After the game, we meet some of my friends at a bar across the street. Luckily, I was able to ditch him. Later I find out he asked my best male friend if I was in fact a whore, and slept with a lot of guys.
A night on the town
The Rolling Stones said it best... You can't always get what you want, but, if you try sometimes you get what you need!!
However sometimes what you need, gets you into quite a bit of trouble!
You roll over look at your clock, and see that time has arrived, the time a day where it all begins! You wake up everyone morning.. Just hoping that it is going to be a wonderful day! You sit up in bed, stretch your arms, and make that growling yawn, that sounds like a mix between an angry bear, and a dying trojan soldier. You wipe your eyes, and roll out of the fort you built during all the tossing and turning you did during the night. Your feet slip into your fuzzy leopard print slippers you pull on your silky robe, and make your way into the bathroom, to wash off the disgust you acquired the night before! You look in the mirror, and think to yourself, or even say in a soft whisper.. "what the @#$% happened?" Your eyes are blackened with the glamorous smokey eye you achieved before starting the night, but wonder when exactly you started transforming into a cracked out raccoon. Your hair is a whole different story! Seriously, was I in a Ke$ha look a like contest?? You start looking through your iPhone, you see you called almost everyone you know including you know including your boss, an ex, and arch enemy, and even some numbers you randomly dialed! You can't even imagine what you would have said! You are terrified to look at your text messages, you know if you took the time to personally call people, who knows what you texted to people!
You step into the shower, and as the water is running over you, and your starting your lather, rinse, repeat, ritual images start flowing! You start remembering, there was a lot of loud music, there was a lot of dancing, a lot of drinking, you even danced on a table... Ok, that sounds like every night on the town! As you smother your hair with your deep conditioner, and start shaving your legs, you notice a big bruise on your leg, and OUCH! it freakin' hurts! What the hell happened! You rush to finish, get out dry off, put your robe and slippers on. Run outside your house, hair still soaking wet, and you sigh with relief! Good news, you didn't drive, your car is not in your driveway! Crap! did I drive and it was stolen! A look of confusion appears on your face! You walk inside and you smile, there is a receipt, from a cab company! You walk into your living room, there is a lump covered in blankets! You tip toe over to your fire place, and grab that log poking stick (what is that thing called anyways??) You want to poke the lump! The lump grumbles, you get a little nervous... who is under there! I head pops up! You see the face, it's not familiar. You ask the blonde surfer looking boy who he is! He looks at you and tells you, you and your friend tried to pick up him and his boyfriend. You can't help but to laugh! Then you remember your best friend is asleep in your guest room! You run up to wake her up! The surfer boy fills us in...
apparently this is how your night went!
You roll over look at your clock, and see that time has arrived, the time a day where it all begins! You wake up everyone morning.. Just hoping that it is going to be a wonderful day! You sit up in bed, stretch your arms, and make that growling yawn, that sounds like a mix between an angry bear, and a dying trojan soldier. You wipe your eyes, and roll out of the fort you built during all the tossing and turning you did during the night. Your feet slip into your fuzzy leopard print slippers you pull on your silky robe, and make your way into the bathroom, to wash off the disgust you acquired the night before! You look in the mirror, and think to yourself, or even say in a soft whisper.. "what the @#$% happened?" Your eyes are blackened with the glamorous smokey eye you achieved before starting the night, but wonder when exactly you started transforming into a cracked out raccoon. Your hair is a whole different story! Seriously, was I in a Ke$ha look a like contest?? You start looking through your iPhone, you see you called almost everyone you know including you know including your boss, an ex, and arch enemy, and even some numbers you randomly dialed! You can't even imagine what you would have said! You are terrified to look at your text messages, you know if you took the time to personally call people, who knows what you texted to people!
You step into the shower, and as the water is running over you, and your starting your lather, rinse, repeat, ritual images start flowing! You start remembering, there was a lot of loud music, there was a lot of dancing, a lot of drinking, you even danced on a table... Ok, that sounds like every night on the town! As you smother your hair with your deep conditioner, and start shaving your legs, you notice a big bruise on your leg, and OUCH! it freakin' hurts! What the hell happened! You rush to finish, get out dry off, put your robe and slippers on. Run outside your house, hair still soaking wet, and you sigh with relief! Good news, you didn't drive, your car is not in your driveway! Crap! did I drive and it was stolen! A look of confusion appears on your face! You walk inside and you smile, there is a receipt, from a cab company! You walk into your living room, there is a lump covered in blankets! You tip toe over to your fire place, and grab that log poking stick (what is that thing called anyways??) You want to poke the lump! The lump grumbles, you get a little nervous... who is under there! I head pops up! You see the face, it's not familiar. You ask the blonde surfer looking boy who he is! He looks at you and tells you, you and your friend tried to pick up him and his boyfriend. You can't help but to laugh! Then you remember your best friend is asleep in your guest room! You run up to wake her up! The surfer boy fills us in...
apparently this is how your night went!
- You started off pre-gaming with straight grape vodka
- You got a cab uptown
- You drank more
- You danced on a few tables
- You got lost and departed from your friend!
- You yelled and hit a bouncer with your shoe, when he tried to help you
- Your phone finally rings, and you find your friend.. She's in a cab on the street
- You pick up a gay guy who takes you to a gay bar, because they still serve until four am!
- His boyfriend doesn't want to party, but he does, so you take him home
- The very nice gay guy tells you what you did the night before!
Hmmm.. Maybe Ole' Mick didn't say it best!
Oh well, at least you are safe, and (so far) there isn't a warrant for your arrest!
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