Strange how it happens :: Sometimes

I have met a boy. Well he's not really a boy. He's 31. He works with the great Lacey, that's how I met him. And he asked her about me, and I said it would be ok if she gave him my number. And she did. And he texted me. Then we talked a bunch, then we hung out. I didn't mean for it to go that far, I honestly only hoped we'd kiss a little, but somehow, all my clothes came off. A few nights later, he took me on a date. A REAL, grown up date. Like, he paid for it all! No one has ever done that for me! And then we didn't even mess around! I was fully expecting to give a little bit up, but all he did was kiss me goodnight! And then we hung out again, and it didn't take long for me to want to be naked. And then I decided, I want to make waffles with this boy. But sadly, I haven't gotten to hang out with him in daysssssss. But tonight, I stopped to see him at his work, and he hooked my friend up with Dippin' Dots, and some slushie, and he gave me a drink FO FREE. And when he did that, it made me like him a little bit more, and I can not wait to make waffles with him. ASAP. Call me crazy, but it's the little things that make me like him. And I'm sure I'll be posting something soon about Kendall's First Waffles! xo -k

The Experiment

The title is pretty self explanatory(this post is kind of old, but I thought I should finish it)... I've been used and abused, kicked to the curb, shot down, walked all over, etc etc. You probably get the point, right? Guys have treated me like shit before. Most guys actually. I mean I've dated a few seldom ones that havent been complete jerks. But they're a dime a dozen, and hard to find, and more often than not, I do not find them. And then, once I think I have found a decent dude, he too turns out to be a complete jerk. So... One day, well probably one night actually, I decided I was going to play this 'game' right back. Give guys a taste of their own medicine. In fact, it was one night at Marleys... So I'm dancing. I spot a cute guy. We dance. He gives me his number. I give him a ride home. He texts me the next day, says he wants to hang out. Cool, I guess. We hang out. I don't really feel a connection with him. BUT. I decide to make him my experiment. I want to know what it feels like when the tables are turned. And yeah I know how bad it hurts to be used, but damnit. I think that it needs to be done. I think every guy who has ever hurt a girl, should feel what it feels like. Should experience the heartache and whatever... So. He falls for me. So he says. He texts me all the time. I tell him what he wants to hear. But, god, he's so self confident and high on his horse. Honestly, I wish you could meet this guy and understand how cocky he is. Which makes this even better. He fueled the fire I guess, and made me want to make him understand. He would tell me about his past relationships and how he's treated other girls like shit, (I kid you not) and then he preceded to tell me that he wanted to settle down with one girl...that girl being me. Ha. Priceless. [Now, don't get me wrong, I had some feelings for this dude. I mean when he wasn't thinking he was god's gift to women, and let me tell you he did, he was decent. But that was only about 25% of the time.] ...anyway. I really made him think that he was something 'special'. Which, he wasn't. And I probably even lead him on, a little. Told him how cool I thought he was and whatever. He would ask me how I felt about him, but I never once told him that I really really liked him enough to date him. 'Cause well, I didn't.

He just assumed.

So this makes me wonder if girls are this easily convinced? Do we just assume that guys like us enough? And that's why they're hanging out with us?

I'd like to think not. I'd love to hope not.

So I was really starting to get sick of this dude. Only after about a month. His assumptions about everything were getting really annoying. But I couldn't find a way to break it off. But him being the awesome dude that he is (sarcasm), I didn't have to...One night we were driving in my car and I get a text message from him..which was weird because he was sitting next to me. And it said something along the lines of 'not being able to wait until he could perform some kind of sexual something or other to me.' BUT the text wasnt for me. haha. Busted. He was heartbroken that I wanted to stop seeing him.

Honestly dude?

Nothing like making himself look like a bigger ass then he already is/was. 'Twas perfect.

Oh, and then I seen him a month later, after totally writing him off. I hung out with him a few more times. He assumed I like him again. And then I told him he was absolutely wrong for me, and I couldn't go on seeing him, when I knew he wanted more. I couldn't find it in myself to 'break his heart' again. Well, let's just say he didn't take it so well and sat outside of my apartment door waiting for me to come out, for about 3 hours.

I didn't come out.

Point being...

I couldn't stoop as low as him.

xo,

L

bad boy vs good guy

Why is it that women tend to prefer 'bad' boys compared to 'good' guys?

We've all done it at one time or another in our dating synopsis. Hell, we might have even chosen the bad guy over the good one, and hell, we probably even knew what we were doing.

No questions about it.

Bad Boy

yum.

Good Guy

yum.

Now. From experience...I've dated a few bad guys and a few good guys. And while they both have their own ups and downs, you should probably go for good guys in the end.

Bad boys tend to go more for one night stands and ditzy blondes. Very stereotypical, I know. But we live in a world ran by stereotypes. Truth.

And the truth hurts, but I dont see nerdy dudes tearing girls' hearts out and feeding them to the dogs. Do you? I mean you have a few exceptions here and there, but overall, no.

But girls tend to be shallow from time to time, and shit happens, and you find the guy with the bad ass tattoos and spiked hair to be smokin hot. And one thing may lead to another, and then he doesn't call you. And stops communication all together, and it wasnt you, it was him speech, and this and that. And he's feeding your heart to the dogs on a silver platter.

So ladies. We need to look past all that hair gel and ink and bad ass-ness, and go for whats important.

Someone who will make us truly happy.

This is a little harder than you think. But if you're patient, it will happen. Let fate run it's course. And if you wanna date a few bad dick heads along the way, feel free. But don't forget to give the good guys a chance too...

I prefer nerds myself =]

Live Long and Prosper.

Marry me Zachary Quinto. K thanks

xoxo,

l

realization

As the title states. I have came to a realization. It just dawned on me! Girls and guys are almost the exact same! This is why we're so confusing to each other. We try too hard to figure eachother out. We just assume that we're so entirely different that we have a hard time, grasping the fact, that well...we're not so different at all. For example: We both tell eachother what we want to hear. You can't say that you don't. Even if you don't mean it. You still tell the opposite sex what they want to hear, so you wont have to deal with the consequence of telling them what they don't want to hear. And this can be anything from, no you don't look fat in those jeans, to...no sweety, you really are the biggest penis I've ever seen! And omg, you're so amazzzzzing in bed (that can go both ways). I mean, honestly, I mean maybe 65% of what I say to boys. At least I have enough balls to admit it. I hate hurting their feelings. They're just like little puppies when they get those pouty faces, and damnit. I can't say no, and I can't be honest with them. So I make shit up to save their feelings. Men do the same thing to women. It's the god forsaken truth. Oh well. It's a vicious cycle that will most likely never ever stop. And I mean, while it lasts, I think I would honestly want to be told some made up crap to save my feelings. For now, at least. I know it'll probably hurt me in the long run, but that's how life is. Full of ups and downs and bullshit. You grow up and get over it. Or you don't grow up (like me) and get over it still. We both enjoy sex (men and women), like to the extreme. Which is totally and 110% okay. And you want to know what? Men and women both enjoy an ocassional booty call. Dude, that's okay too! Who wants commitment 100% of their life? Especially when I'm fucking 21 years old?!?! Ahhhh, yeah, not me. That's for sure. So if I want to call up an old fling, on one of those lonely nights, for a hook-up... Then, damnit I'm going to. And want to know what else? I'm going to enjoy every minute of it. Unless it's that one hook up that wasn't so good. [Note to self: Make sure this booty call, is worth making the call in the first place. 5 minutes of pleasure for him is more like 30 sec of agony for me.] Oh, and if you're going to sit there and judge me, and say you don't like the ocassional booty call. Then you're in denial. Or some sick freak of nature. But hey, kudos to you! :P So just remember the next time you're trying to figure out your current dude, that he's probably trying to analyze you as well. And you're both probably failing miserably at it. But who cares! That's life. And you're going to learn as you go. Which is how it should be. But as stated in previous blogs...keep your guard up! And keep current on lipstick lullabies for tips and tricks to be one step ahead of the testosterone type. Because you can never be too clever. Or witty. Or charming. xo, L

Players

We all know what a player is. And no, I'm not talking about someone who plays in some kind of sporting event. I'm talking about those who use and abuse the hearts of those in the game of love and life. The kind of player, that I wanna punch in the face. We've all came across them in our lives. And if you haven't yet, you just wait. Players are (as defined by the Urban Dictionary): N. Plural form of the word player. See also playa. 1. A group of people, usually guys, who "play" or manipulate others to ultimately get what they want, like sex or money, by using charm, game, and a often, a lot of lies. Usually, they act cool, cocky and think they're "all that" -- God's gift to the earth. However, underneath the game of all players, you will find an insecure person who depends on his player image to build his ego and make himself and others think he's the shit. Players need to feel worshipped. Male players usually call their women some term that reduces them to sex objects, like baby doll. This truly is an excellent definition. I feel as if I have nothing else to write about because this hits it on the head. So, what do you do when you encounter a player in your life? Well that's simple. Run. Don't stick around to see what happens with this jerkface. Players go hand in hand with cheaters. Once a cheater, always a cheater. Once a player, always a player. I could and should tell you a story about this guy named Tyler, but that's a whole other blog, for a whole other day. A quick summary though =] ...he ended up sending me a text that was meant for someone else (while he was in my car with me) that said, and I quote, "Baby, I can't wait to fuck that tight little ass of yours." End quote. Ha. Needless to say, he was shocked. And I wasn't. Because... He's both of them, and he'll never change. So i told him to delete my number from his phone and leave me alone. Anyway... How do you know if your dude is a player or not? Oh, you'll know trust me. Most of the things he does, are for himself. He's very selfish and conceded. He does things when they're convenient for him. Maybe he just got out of a relationship, and youre just a rebound. Sex is all he's about. Goes with the last blog about lust. He never shows true emotions, or shows them too often to try and make you beleive he means them, but really doesn't. They hardly make sense. And try WAY too hard. They try to get in your pants within the first few times of hanging out. If they're a hardcore player, they'll try and get in your pants the first time you hang out. So... Watch out. Players are sneaky. But not smart. They're full of themselves and often leave out important details that eventually get them caught in the long run. And don't you worry, karma is a bitch. And will catch up to every player eventually. xoxo, L

true love vs true lust

I don't pretend to know everything. Because I know that I don't know it all. I'm young and still learning. BUT I do know enough. As of now that is. I feel I have learned enough to know the difference between love and what we like to call lust, for I have experienced both. Do I believe that it's possible to find 'true love'? Yeah, probably But. I also believe it's possible to find 'true lust'. And. I also believe that people get the two confused way too often. I can honestly say that I thought I have found love before, but turns out, it was just lust. I guess I should start out by defining the two; love (noun): The most spectacular,indescribable, deep euphoric feeling for someone. lust (noun): Often confused with love, it is purely physical attraction and has no lasting effect. So, now that we know the definition between the two, how can we determine the difference in our relationships? Well...here's where I put my two cents in (which comes from experience): Love well as stated, it's indescribable, but i'm going to do my best. you miss this person [you love], when they're away. you don't necessarily miss their 'sex', but you miss everything about them. their smell, their voice, their laugh, their touch, etc, ect. they're, quite possibly, on your mind 89% of the entire day. and probably take up most of your dreams. you often check your phone to see if they've called/text you. when i say often, i mean every couple mins. whenever you're near them, you feel like anxious, nervous, happy, care free, and just..well, amazing. like they're your healthy drug. kissing this person [you love] sends chills down your spine, and makes you light headed. it's like a million fireworks going off all at once. no matter how often you talk to this specific person, it just isn't enough. and at the same time, you're not getting sick and tired of each other. you may see cute girls/boys but don't really acknowledge them. they don't really matter to you because you'll have all that you need in this person [that you love]. lust you text/call this person (along with a few others) when you're feeling a little randy, and are looking for a hook-up. your conversations have no depth, and are often short or one word answers. it's a one sided relationship. meaning one person is putting forth the effort, while the other is not. you met in a bar. you never meet your true love in a bar. you can be making out or having sex with this person, but be thinking about someone/something completely different. sex just isn't exciting to you with this person[you're in lust with]. Or, if the sex is exciting, that's the only connection you may have with this person. lust is something that usually doesn't turn into love, because most of the time, the feelings are not mutual between the two people. I would never expect something serious to come from this, so [do not] get your hopes up. I could go on and on, and list numerous things in each category, but until you experience both, you'll never truly know the difference. Love and lust both have their ups and downs. I suppose it just depends where you're at in your life and what you're looking for. I'm all for love though. The true blue kind. the kind that makes you go crazy. keepin' it real, the infamous L

Maybe.

Is it so wrong to dig more than one guy at the same time? I mean it's not like I am fucking them. I feel bad only because the edgy one, told me that not only did I make him believe that he was my favorite boy, but my only. ok, so wtf. I must be a good actress then. and now I feel like I am leading the comfortable one on. so I told the comfortable one that I can't do it anymore. he had me up on this stool and made me seem like the most amazing girl on the planet. I'm not. I feel like with the comfortable one, things would get too...comfortable. With the edgy one, i think it would change a lot. I think the comfortable one would want to do the normal get married thing. And I want to get married but not for a long time. I want it with someone that will keep me on my toes. But since I fucked it up, I guess that's not going to happen. But the edgy one has a zillion myspace girlfriends who tell him how much the love him. Ya know what he told me? that those are groupies. wtf. he has groupies. but how I am supposed to know he doesn't say...I wrote a poem about you, to them too? I don't know. He goes on dates all the time. whats up with that. The edgy one also wouldn't call me, he said he was shy on the phone. But he didn't have a problem sending me a picture of his penis... I can't wait to go to bed an cry a little. becuase I seem to have just lost the best thing that would never happen to me. ugh. xO K

The other girl

What do you do when you find yourself in the predicament of being the 'other girl' The 'other girl' meaning that the dude you're hooking up with has a gf, and you're the one on the side. Well if you know that you're the other girl from the get-go, then that's a different story. I was the other girl once, and it made me feel like shit. I mean I know that the guy must not have really liked his current girl if he was willing to cheat on her with me...but still. I felt like poop. I absolutely hate cheaters, and by being the other girl, I was aiding to the cheating. Pretty much making me a cheater too. Not cool ladies. Not cool. You might say to yourself "Well that's his problem not mine." And you are soooo right. It is his problem, but at the same time, you are sooo wrong. I'm just going to be honest with you ladies... This guy has no intention of ever dating you! What he's doing is wrong. He has the best of both worlds...has a girl who likes him in a commitment and a girl on the side who he has no attachments to. Oh, and I doubt that you're the only 'other girl' at the moment. Put yourself in his girlfriends shoes...how would you feel if you were in her situation? Exactly. You need to get yourself out of that situation ASAP, and run far away from this player douche bag. Ugh. Guys feel some sort of need to get as many girls as possible. I have yet to find out why. But I'm pretty sure they like to feel good about themselves and whatnot...and half the time are compensating for something they don't have or something they're not getting somewhere else. So how do you get out of this situation? Simple. Stop talking to him, OR tell him "LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE YOU DOUCHE!" See. Simple. And if you feel like getting even (which I would) I would tell his current girlfriend EVERYTHING. Let's see how much more ass he'll be getting after that. huh. Poor guy. yours always, L