Just got back from a weekend in the country...
Country boys are so different from city boys.
Polite, but very direct! But I don't mind them staring down at my peaches (or melons, hehe). Very sexy bodies as well... Tanned just right, muscular arms, all that without a day in the gym.
Sure you can't stand a long conversation with them... But sexy is what sexy is. And no amount of time is wasted.
Bloody red
Yearning for the sweet taste
Of the life you sow
The seed of living
I feel your heart pulsing
As I take you in
Come to me
Come for me
Embrace me, feel me
Deep in me
We all have one friend who is a hopeless romantic and believes that no matter what's wrong with her, she'll end up with true love.
Well let's say you look like gorgeous Audrey Hepburn or Betty Grable, and what's wrong with you is that you don't shower more than once a week, I'm positive that you'll find someone who'd love you anyway.
I love Beth, but she's a tomboy who never wears make-up, hardly brushes her hair and wears the same old white Adidas shoes no matter what occasion. I'm not saying that there's anything wrong with that (well maybe a little), but Ms. Beth will only find men who look like Abercrombie models to be acceptable and up to her liking.
Ladies, if you feel the need to look like a teenage boy and wear smelly old gym-shoes... Aim lower!
I'm not saying this to make anyone feel bad, I'm just trying to give you lovely girls a wake-up call.
Abercrombie look-a-likes are generally in their twenties. Men in their twenties are not deep or soulful (generally), and are visual creatures. The prettier the package, the more they'll be interested, and ladies, I believe that in 2010 if you play your cards (make-up, accessories, clothes) right, you cannot not be pretty. I'm not saying that you have to look like any of those over-tanned fake-blondies who either are very snobby or giggle too much, I sure don't. Be yourself, but make an effort.
Of course they won't notice when you get something new... Yet they always notice that something's different.
They see the whole picture, not the Vivienne Westwood shoes.
There's nothing that pisses me off more than cheap bastards. The kind who ask you out by yelling at you across the street. The kind who say they think your "ya-yas" look "fiiiine". The kind who wear knock-off Lacoste T- shirts and jeans belted on their knees. The kind who think the reason you wear less clothing in the summer is to get their attention and not make the national heatwave bearable.
Sure wearing low tops is not unlike an invitation for men to spare a peak at the lovely female anatomy budding underneath, but there's a time limit to what's socially acceptable. Isn't "socially acceptable" what separates us from dogs in heat? But I digress...
It's just a pain that every time you go downtown, at least one bastard is waiting to pounce on every evidence of female genitalia in front of every metro station, bus station, shop, boutique or even Starbucks. We shop to forget about men, remember?
I have never seen it work for them either! What do you need to get a hint?
Maybe I'm just too quick to judge the cheap bastards. Maybe they'll find the love of their lives years before us "uptight bitches". Maybe the crocodile on their shirt is really Lacoste, hence making them just bastards. Maybe one day, I'll be happy for a guy to yell about my "ya-yas" across the street.
Then again... Maybe not.
I woke up this morning to find a text from Mr. J.
J. was a guy with whom I was on the verge of starting a relationship a few months ago, but decided not to because of our age difference (12 years older).
Isn't it ironic that Mr. Not-so-perfect and I were the same age and things went to hell anyway?
So what now? I wasn't sure if I was keen on seeing J. again, but then was this one of these things religious people would call signs?
And also... J. and I were perfect opposites. I loved to read, he loved to bike. I enjoyed going out, and he enjoyed a quiet beer at home. I LOVED sex but aren't men's libido supposed to go way down after 30?
Last time we had sex it was OK, but was OK enough to compensate for our lack of conversation?
More importantly... Did I still have time to waste with men in bad relationships?
Where're my men at??
After yesterday morning's disastrous wake-up call, I decided it was time for change. I didn't want little boys in my life anymore. I wanted tall, dark and very sexy men.
I realized this while I was indulging myself in a vanilla and fudge ice cream by the lake. Wonderful day by the way. Summer's back!
So there he was eyeballing me while I was undressing him mentally. Here was a truly gorgeous guy telling me how sexy I was without even opening his mouth. To think that Mr Not-so-perfect couldn't even manage that in our intimate settings. Didn't take all that much to get my self esteem back up after all.
Or down again...
When I got back home, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and saw a total mess. How was I supposed to find/fuck someone new with same clothes I flaunted in front of my exes/fucks?
But that may be another excuse for a spring summer shopping spree...
Good morning,
Hope you're having a pleasant one, because I sure ain't honey.
I fucked up, fucked him up, fucked us up, and was fucked in every other sense of the term.
This is what happens when you fuck to early on in the relationship... And when you fuck like a slut.
It's been so long since I've been in a relationship, I wonder if I still know how not to slut-fuck.
So this morning, while Mr Not-so-perfect pretended to sleep as I hunted his apartment for my clothes, I wondered what possessed me to sleep with him in the first place. Maybe I was bored or horny or both. Nevertheless, this guy was maybe the mistake too many. I knew I was smarter, better looking, and that he actually liked me. Who the fuck was he to ignore me after yelling at me the night before about being faithful? Or maybe this is just another story of two people getting together after getting really pissed.
All I've learned is that spending a night with someone you couldn't care less about is just not a mood lifter. And why this wasn't clear last night is just another fucking mystery, innit?
