I need a topic
I have writer's block. Nothing interesting is going on in my life and I must have blocked out the more interesting parts of my past. I need a topic. Any suggestions? Questions? I usually have a lot to say, but right now...nothing. Help a girl out.
No Touchy!
Yes, I've been absent from the blog for a looooooong time but I've been stupid busy (more on that later). But I really have the need to vent right now.
So my and my sister go out tonight and make two stops - #1: The show for a band a friend plays in (not Seb, another guy) for his birthday; #2: A bar near my house that we adore where there is dancing on the weekends.
The second stop wasn't planned but it's so close to home, we thought we'd roll by and check it out. Walking up the block to get to the bar, this drunk dude told us that he loved us and thought we were pretty in Spanish while rolling a handmade cigarette. Which would've been sort of charming had it not been for the whole rolling action.
Then, on the way in, this short, rotund dude I'd never, ever date decided it was a good idea to grab my arm and say, "You would get here just as I was leaving."
My response? Pulling my arm away and giving him a look that most likely said, "Bitch please."
We only stayed for about 10 minutes and decided we were much too tired to stick around and, on the way out, Dude I'd Never Date #2 decided it was a good idea to grab my elbow to get my attention. I glanced at him and pulled my arm away and guess what? He just grabbed at my elbow some more. I think he might've been saying something but I honestly can't recall. I yanked my arm away (which now felt dirty), looked at him like he was crazy and kept walking.
I. Fucking. Hate. That.
I'm still kind of pissed off about it, actually. I've talked about The Grabber before. I've never been a fan but it hasn't happen in so long that I forgot just how much I hate it. And sweet buttery Christmas, it happened TWICE in a 10 minutes span!
Look, if I'm leaving or you're leaving, whatever the fuck, don't grab me. I don't know about you but I've been trained to instantly be prepared to defend myself if a stranger grabs me from out of nowhere. Unless I turn around and it's The Rock or Jensen Ackles, all you're doing is setting yourself up for a dirty look at best, physical assault at worst. And I don't know a single woman that particular move works on, do you?
So, my bit of advice in the wee hours of this Saturday morning is, if you're really interested in talking to a girl, take the time to tap her on the shoulder or say excuse me or say excuse me while gently taking her hand or square dance in front of her or almost anything other than laying your paws on her. Because immediate disqualification. Or immediate knee to the groin.
So my and my sister go out tonight and make two stops - #1: The show for a band a friend plays in (not Seb, another guy) for his birthday; #2: A bar near my house that we adore where there is dancing on the weekends.
The second stop wasn't planned but it's so close to home, we thought we'd roll by and check it out. Walking up the block to get to the bar, this drunk dude told us that he loved us and thought we were pretty in Spanish while rolling a handmade cigarette. Which would've been sort of charming had it not been for the whole rolling action.
Then, on the way in, this short, rotund dude I'd never, ever date decided it was a good idea to grab my arm and say, "You would get here just as I was leaving."
My response? Pulling my arm away and giving him a look that most likely said, "Bitch please."
We only stayed for about 10 minutes and decided we were much too tired to stick around and, on the way out, Dude I'd Never Date #2 decided it was a good idea to grab my elbow to get my attention. I glanced at him and pulled my arm away and guess what? He just grabbed at my elbow some more. I think he might've been saying something but I honestly can't recall. I yanked my arm away (which now felt dirty), looked at him like he was crazy and kept walking.
I. Fucking. Hate. That.
I'm still kind of pissed off about it, actually. I've talked about The Grabber before. I've never been a fan but it hasn't happen in so long that I forgot just how much I hate it. And sweet buttery Christmas, it happened TWICE in a 10 minutes span!
Look, if I'm leaving or you're leaving, whatever the fuck, don't grab me. I don't know about you but I've been trained to instantly be prepared to defend myself if a stranger grabs me from out of nowhere. Unless I turn around and it's The Rock or Jensen Ackles, all you're doing is setting yourself up for a dirty look at best, physical assault at worst. And I don't know a single woman that particular move works on, do you?
So, my bit of advice in the wee hours of this Saturday morning is, if you're really interested in talking to a girl, take the time to tap her on the shoulder or say excuse me or say excuse me while gently taking her hand or square dance in front of her or almost anything other than laying your paws on her. Because immediate disqualification. Or immediate knee to the groin.
Let Me Upgrade You...
I've been entertaining the thought of someone for the past few weeks. I like this period in the relationship (?) when you haven't defined what you are yet, but you're open to the possibility of more. It's like wading into the ocean, you start with your toe and work your way up. When you're fully immersed, that's when you've decided that it's for the long haul. Well, I'm about calf-deep. The water feels pretty nice and I think I might stay in long enough to see how nice it can get.
The New Boy (L) isn't so new. I've known him for about a year. Several months ago I started to realize that I was attracted to him and just recently we started seeing each other. Right now he's a breathe of fresh air. I don't know about you ladies (or guys), but I always come into contact with guys who feel the need to challenge me. These guys are constantly looking for some chink in my armor. I hate it! L isn't that way. He's confident in who he is enough not feel threatened by the fabulousness that is Nik. :) I adore this quality.
Here's the thing I don't like, his pillows. I know it's stupid, but I like a fluffy pillow and I think everyone should have them. I thought about it so much I almost went out and bought him two new fluffy pillows. I knew of a department store sale so I figured it would be cool. But I stopped myself. I'm not this man's girlfriend or his mother. If I start down this path, I'll be changing every other thing I think needs a little upgrading. I say upgrade because I don't want his core to change, but there are some qualities about him that I see need a little spit shine. What is it about us women that when we get something new we have to customize it to our liking? Why can't we just leave it alone and enjoy it for what it is?
The New Boy (L) isn't so new. I've known him for about a year. Several months ago I started to realize that I was attracted to him and just recently we started seeing each other. Right now he's a breathe of fresh air. I don't know about you ladies (or guys), but I always come into contact with guys who feel the need to challenge me. These guys are constantly looking for some chink in my armor. I hate it! L isn't that way. He's confident in who he is enough not feel threatened by the fabulousness that is Nik. :) I adore this quality.
Here's the thing I don't like, his pillows. I know it's stupid, but I like a fluffy pillow and I think everyone should have them. I thought about it so much I almost went out and bought him two new fluffy pillows. I knew of a department store sale so I figured it would be cool. But I stopped myself. I'm not this man's girlfriend or his mother. If I start down this path, I'll be changing every other thing I think needs a little upgrading. I say upgrade because I don't want his core to change, but there are some qualities about him that I see need a little spit shine. What is it about us women that when we get something new we have to customize it to our liking? Why can't we just leave it alone and enjoy it for what it is?
What Happened to Nik?
About a month and a half ago, I quit my job. I didn't have another lined up, I just got fed up with my bitch ass boss and said, "PEACE". When I say bitchass, I mean straight up certifiable Bitchassness . All the single girls here know about the story so I will not rehash it. Suffice to say, I have never met a bigger bitch ass mother fucker in my life! And I am secure in the knowledge that the person who replaces me will not fill the position as well as I did. Oh well fucker! That's what you get for not recognizing a gem when you had one!
Moving on. Now I have a much better job. Having only been there two weeks, things seem promising. However, my sleep schedule is all fucked up and I've been too tired to do anything but come home and crash. And see the New Boy. That's another story for another day. I haven't decided if I want to tell it yet.
I'm off to catch up on all the blogs I've missed.
Nik
Moving on. Now I have a much better job. Having only been there two weeks, things seem promising. However, my sleep schedule is all fucked up and I've been too tired to do anything but come home and crash. And see the New Boy. That's another story for another day. I haven't decided if I want to tell it yet.
I'm off to catch up on all the blogs I've missed.
Nik
Inspired by DJ
DJ and I had a conversation about men (as usual) and what she was saying made me think of this clip. Obviously I'm a fan of Chris Rock. I can't help it if the man makes sense to me. Enjoy.
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