The Truth. Bitches

Sometimes the truth hurts. And sometimes that's what guys need to hear. Sometimes you just have to be brutally honest with them, or they will simply NOT GET IT! It's as if we, as women, speak some kind of foreign language to them. You can give them as many sublte hints as you want, but in the end, they're still going to be dumb about it. And still aren't going to understand. Lame I know. But true. Scenario: I met this dude at this bar right, and he was waaaayy cool, and kind smooth I guess you could say. Let's call him Matt, for all intensive purposes. This is not his real name, but anyway. I meet him at a bar(refer to other blog, about not meeting guys at bars) and he's flirty with me and just so casual and calm. He almost mesmerizes me. Weird right? And did I mention I was not drunk, and I thought he was soooo cool. He was well, wasted! But whatever, what's the harm in giving him my number, so I did. AND he called me. Okay so it's going good right? Blah blah, we hang out a few times, I think I might like him. A little. IDK for sure though. Well he turns out to be a douche. Hardcore douche. He's in the bar every other night, if not every night. Matt doesn't have a job, and isn't even really motivated to look for one. But I was so dazzled by his charming personality, that I was kinda okay with the fact that he is/was a lazy bum. He made me laugh a lot, and we had tons of fun when we were together. Anyway...a few months pass by. This dude still has no job, and STILL goes out, well way more than he should. Well Matt, being the cool dude that he thinks he is, uses the new year as a resolution to make his life better, and change. By this time, I've told him that I liked him, and he expresses mutual feelings, BUT didn't wanna get into anything too serious. In other words...I still wanna hang out with you and make out and whatever, but I don't want any attachments, I don't wanna tell my friends about you, I wanna keep my options open incase some other fly ass bitch comes around, and I don't wanna change..I still wanna be some lazy asshole. Okay so I kinda got it. I was brutally honest with myself. Because ladies, IF YOU AREN'T HONEST WITH YOURSELF, WHO ELSE IS GOING TO BE? And I just went with the flow. Whatever happened, happened. Fate and all that jazz. Well this is my inspiration for the bros before hoes blog as well. So you can see how much of a dick this Matt guys is right? Okay so he said, I'll come visit you at work, one night. Awesome. Cool. Well my shift rolls on by, and no text, no call. Whatever. What did I do? Fuck him. I was brutally honest. He's a dick, and someone needs to tell him, cause obviously he thinks he's some kind of gift to women. HA HA. Joke. I told him he has no life and he needs to get it together, and I could not hang out with him anymore. His response... wow. And some other lame excuse why he couldn't visit me, or let alone text me to say he's not making it. (He was hung over) Fuck him. You should never let some guy push you around and use you like ur some kind of piece of ass. Unless that's what ur into. IDK. But I'm not. Be honest. Tell him to climb up a high tree, and I mean a really high one, and fall. Make sure he hits all the branches on the way down. And then move on.... If he's really not that into you, then you really shouldn't be that into wasting ur time on him. L