With my new status change it's natural I would start thinking about where to and where not to meet the next Mr. With that said I came up the 10 worst places to meet a guy.
Top 10 worst place to meet a guy.
Backstage at a drag show (unless you’re a fag hag)
The card isle the day before Valentines Day (unless you enjoy being the other woman)
A biker lesbian bar (no dick in sight)
A stip club (unless you’re working…then of course it’s time to bank)
The martinety ward (do I really need to make a comment about this one)
Retirement home (ew)
A frat house (at any age)
Family Reunion (unless you’re into deminted babies)
The drunk tank (you both obviously make bad choices…dating each other shouldn’t be one)
Rehab (again with the bad choices)
I'm interested in hearing others such places.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Phew...glad that's over.
It was a little scary to break up (like the apprehension a child has about a ripping off a band aide)...I didn't think I wanted to do it but knew once it was over (off like a band aide) it would be the right thing to do...and it was.
It's nice to have peace of mind. I slept better last night then I have in months.
It's nice to have peace of mind. I slept better last night then I have in months.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Bored, Annoyed, 10 pounds heavier
About me: I’m a twenty something female that has been dating on and off (okay always on in some form) for the past decade. I’ve been in and out of one long term relationship after another for the past 3 ½ years and have decided today enough was enough! I’m over long term relationships that aren’t going anywhere. I’m going to reclaim myself as a human being and start to do my life for me…period. So what does that mean…well for starters I need to breakup with the current Mr. in my life (I will get to him in a few). This doesn’t mean I’m swearing off dating all together it actually means the opposite I’m going to date but nothing too serious. I’m going to be selfish. I’m going to date like I did in college. I’m going to have fun. Yup that pretty much sums it up I’m going to have fun and stop trying to please someone else. So here I am ready to do it. I’m going to break up with him…next week. I honestly couldn’t have chosen a worse time to break up with someone….his birthday is tomorrow and Valentines Day is the following day. And to top it all off we have plans to head out of town in two weeks to spend time with his family. What the crap!? Okay this is where I tell you a little about Blake.
How we met: Online. Yup and not like normal people online with match.com or chemistry.com nope we met on craigslist.com. Yes that craigslist, the one with prostitutes and pedophiles. Now how did that happen? Simple, I think, CL ads crack me up. They are fun to scrolls through. They pass time when procrastination is at the top of my list. So one day I come across his ad. I think what the hell let’s play around with this. So I email him. We went back and forth a couple of times over the next few weeks (I think this is a good point to mention that I’m actually in a different relationship when I first start emailing Blake…a relationship that still puzzles me to this day. I was dating a 32 year old douche bag that still had dreams of making it in the music industry…the hard core screamo lead singer kind of dream…but didn’t do anything to actually pursue these dreams he just dreamt about it. Needless to say it wasn’t until after we broke up that everyone…seriously every single person that met him…said they couldn’t stand him and never understood the attraction).
The whirl wind: Okay back to Blake. So we decide to meet at a local Starbucks (original I know). I walk in (10 minutes late…oops) and there is Blake in his pink button up long sleeve polo shirt and his khaki shorts. Jesus what have I agreed to! He didn’t look anything like this in his photo. He was clean shaven and look a way more straight laced then I had imagined. But being the respectful person I am I decided to stay and have a cup of tea. So for the next hour or so we sat and he talked. He talked about his family, his recent move to the area, his job and anything else he could come up with to say…letting me say little might I add. But for some (desperate) reason I stayed and actually agreed to meet with him again. What the hell was I thinking? Okay time to be honest I knew what I was thinking…oooo my parents are going to love him. They are going to see that I (their tattooed, black hair dying, starving artist, dreamer of a wild child daughter) could pull this type of tail if I wanted to (which I now know I don’t). I’ll be honest it was kind of fun here and there (he always found the most interesting and super yummy restaurants to take me to) along this short path but there were many warning signs when I should have abandoned ship. For starters after two dates he started asking me what he should call me and if he could change his myspace status (LMFAO…this is where I mention he’s a few years younger then me…I swear I was gluten for punishment). Warning sign number two…he felt uncomfortable having sex during the day and he thought oral sex was degrading to women (which he oddly enough never turned down). I understand he was born and raised in the bible belt but for fucks sake it’s the 21st century! Warning sign number three…he was super anal. He would freak out if I lay in his bed during the day because that meant the comforter was messed up and anytime I remade the bed it wasn’t up to his standards?? I once took the comforter into living room because we were going to watch a movie and he flipped his shit like nothing I had ever seen. Warning sign number nine hundred thirty five (the one that broke the camels back)….he threw a hissy fit when we accidentally ended up in a lesbian bar one night. Let me set this up for you. My girl friend Sam, her boyfriend, Blake and I went out for wings and drinks one night at Hooters. After an hour or so we decided to go to another bar. After much driving around and no decisions being made I said let’s go to that one bar we always pass by “Hide Away”. When we get there Blake is still bitching up a storm about how he does not like hole in the wall bars and that he doesn’t feel comfortable going in. He goes in, with the rest of us. After I order a round I turn around and realize (what everyone else already became aware of) we’re in a lesbian bar. Not five minutes there Blake storms out of the bar because he feels uncomfortable. He swears everyone is looking at him and they don’t want him there. What?!
Here I am four months later in this situation. Bored, annoyed and 10 pounds heavier. So I ask you…should I break up with him immediately after the weekend or do I hold out and go on the trip I’ve agreed to go on?
How we met: Online. Yup and not like normal people online with match.com or chemistry.com nope we met on craigslist.com. Yes that craigslist, the one with prostitutes and pedophiles. Now how did that happen? Simple, I think, CL ads crack me up. They are fun to scrolls through. They pass time when procrastination is at the top of my list. So one day I come across his ad. I think what the hell let’s play around with this. So I email him. We went back and forth a couple of times over the next few weeks (I think this is a good point to mention that I’m actually in a different relationship when I first start emailing Blake…a relationship that still puzzles me to this day. I was dating a 32 year old douche bag that still had dreams of making it in the music industry…the hard core screamo lead singer kind of dream…but didn’t do anything to actually pursue these dreams he just dreamt about it. Needless to say it wasn’t until after we broke up that everyone…seriously every single person that met him…said they couldn’t stand him and never understood the attraction).
The whirl wind: Okay back to Blake. So we decide to meet at a local Starbucks (original I know). I walk in (10 minutes late…oops) and there is Blake in his pink button up long sleeve polo shirt and his khaki shorts. Jesus what have I agreed to! He didn’t look anything like this in his photo. He was clean shaven and look a way more straight laced then I had imagined. But being the respectful person I am I decided to stay and have a cup of tea. So for the next hour or so we sat and he talked. He talked about his family, his recent move to the area, his job and anything else he could come up with to say…letting me say little might I add. But for some (desperate) reason I stayed and actually agreed to meet with him again. What the hell was I thinking? Okay time to be honest I knew what I was thinking…oooo my parents are going to love him. They are going to see that I (their tattooed, black hair dying, starving artist, dreamer of a wild child daughter) could pull this type of tail if I wanted to (which I now know I don’t). I’ll be honest it was kind of fun here and there (he always found the most interesting and super yummy restaurants to take me to) along this short path but there were many warning signs when I should have abandoned ship. For starters after two dates he started asking me what he should call me and if he could change his myspace status (LMFAO…this is where I mention he’s a few years younger then me…I swear I was gluten for punishment). Warning sign number two…he felt uncomfortable having sex during the day and he thought oral sex was degrading to women (which he oddly enough never turned down). I understand he was born and raised in the bible belt but for fucks sake it’s the 21st century! Warning sign number three…he was super anal. He would freak out if I lay in his bed during the day because that meant the comforter was messed up and anytime I remade the bed it wasn’t up to his standards?? I once took the comforter into living room because we were going to watch a movie and he flipped his shit like nothing I had ever seen. Warning sign number nine hundred thirty five (the one that broke the camels back)….he threw a hissy fit when we accidentally ended up in a lesbian bar one night. Let me set this up for you. My girl friend Sam, her boyfriend, Blake and I went out for wings and drinks one night at Hooters. After an hour or so we decided to go to another bar. After much driving around and no decisions being made I said let’s go to that one bar we always pass by “Hide Away”. When we get there Blake is still bitching up a storm about how he does not like hole in the wall bars and that he doesn’t feel comfortable going in. He goes in, with the rest of us. After I order a round I turn around and realize (what everyone else already became aware of) we’re in a lesbian bar. Not five minutes there Blake storms out of the bar because he feels uncomfortable. He swears everyone is looking at him and they don’t want him there. What?!
Here I am four months later in this situation. Bored, annoyed and 10 pounds heavier. So I ask you…should I break up with him immediately after the weekend or do I hold out and go on the trip I’ve agreed to go on?
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