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

Admit it. It flatters you too!

So, once upon a time, this dude added me to his friends on facebook. And we had like, four friends in common. And I thought to myself, "Do I know him?" and then I was like "Well...maybe I have met him, but just don't remember it." So I added him to my friends since he was also wearing a baseball uniform, and it's a wide known fact that baseball players are hot, most of them anyway. So then we were friends on facebook for a coons age (aka country talk for a long time). So, then over the summer he started to poke me on facebook. And I REALLY like to poke back so, I did. Then he started to send me messages on facebook saying we should meet up. I was like, well come into my work. Then I got a cell phone and could text, and he asked me for my phone number, and I was like...well why not? So, then he texted me all the time. And it was cool, here was a boy that wanted to talk to me. And because he wanted to talk to me, I talked back. Why? Becuase it flatters me when a boy wants to talk to me! I can't say no! Then he was asking me all the time to meet up and make out. And I am not at all comfortable with all the idea of that. So I said no. But the best part was when I sent him a naughty picture once, and he asked if he was the only one to get to see the picture. And I said, No. And he was like, oh..I thought I was special. LMFAO! He thought he was special! HAHA! anyway...now he says he wants to meet me and hang out. well...I am not all that sure about it. It makes me nervous. What if he sees me and is like...ewww. What if I see him and am like...EWWWW! And when a boy talks to you, and keeps talking to you...It flatters you. You know it. I know it. K