Now I am not necessarily a fan of Jersey Shore, mainly because I've already seen oompa loompas on television before, so it's like a been there done that sort of thing. But even though those orange things are retards they have one thing I do admire. No not their acronyms. But the meaning of one in particular. DTF. I love it on so many levels.
One thing I've always hated that men do is making a girl think they like them, then of course the girl likes them, just to get in her pants. Which leads these girls to heartache once they put out and are never called or nowadays texted again. Boys don't do that to chicks. Don't you know that there are so many women out there DTF?? There are women who do just want a random fuck and not a relationship. I've been one of them. Why not go after them? I know I know guys like the thrill of the hunt. But why play with your kill? You're just burning bridges that you could very possibly need later. Think about all her hot friends...
Maybe we should have a DTF logo we can wear on our purses, shoes,wallets or whatever that let's every guy and girl know loud and clear that we're and they're DTF. That way there's no confusion when you meet someone what their intentions are. Especially women because let's face it, we can be optimists and think you not texting but once a week because you're "busy" is a sign you like us and are thinking about us when you get a spare second. No more bullshit people, because I know I hate it. If I didn't have a man at the moment I'd be wearing a DTF logo, maybe even tattoo that shit on my left breast.
Lesson learned: Don't be like oompa loompas in looks, or intelligence, just like them morally when it comes to sex. Except don't be like that one orange fucker and cock block all your friends because you can't secure a girl who's DTF before you bring her home. And ladies if he isn't calling or texting within the hour of leaving you at your bedside then he's only DTF and nothing else.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Thursday, July 19, 2012
The Game Changer
First of all sorry I've been gone so long. It wasn't my intention. Went back to Vegas, and started working there. Almost moved there even but I didn't. One reason I didn't is because I met, what I told my Mother, a game changer. Yes I met a guy, a really great guy. It's weird really, always when you least expect or want it, someone amazing comes along. I hope I'm not speaking too soon on this and jinx it.
It all started a month or so ago. I was working my ass off at the gym twice a day. Going to work to save up for my then move to Vegas. Planning my trip to Vegas for my auditions, which by the way I made. And about a couple weeks before my Vegas trip I met Frank. I met him at work. Which is out of my norm because anyone I meet at work goes into my pervy customer section of my contacts on my phone, to be deleted later in the night. And I in general never ever date someone from work. But he was different, I didn't know that at first though. I went up to his beefy ass at the bar at work because I saw he had some interesting tattoos on the backs of his arm. Curious I asked what they meant because I could tell they were in Latin. One of my favorite languages. He completely blew me off and told me to Google it. Smitten and shocked by his reaction, I complied and Googled that shit. Why? Because I wasn't going to let him know something that I didn't know. Plus I like a feisty guy that challenges me. I discovered what it meant asked him about it and he blew me off again. Ok fucker peace out. Too bad I had already seen his friends and hung out with them the past two times they had come into the club. So of course I talked to them making sure I ignored beefy, Latin tattoo guy. It was hard though because he was so cute, but I don't do rejection. I tell him he's an asshole, and his response was no I'm a nice guy. They leave. A week goes by and they all come into the club again. This time he is a nice guy. He told me he was blowing me off because he thought I just wanted his money...lol. I give him my number not expecting a damn thing. Not even two hours later I get a text from him, and we make plans to hang out the next day. Meet up, have absolutely the most incredible, mind blowing sex I've ever had, and have been together ever since.
Why am I telling you all this? Because this was completely out of character for me. Like I said he's a game changer. I even let him read my blog. He told me after reading it that, I had been doing the opposite of everything I had been doing in my stories. I'm still waiting for this dream to end. Surely it will right? He's too good to be true. Treats me like a queen. Honestly treats me like no man has ever done before. And I constantly ask him to treat me like shit intermittently so I know he's real. I feel like a total softy now. Completely and utterly crazy about this man. So I think the saying that you have to be happy with yourself before you can be happy with someone is true. It wasn't until I got over that last horrible boyfriend and got myself back together, did I not only become a truly happy person, but I found someone to be truly happy with.
Now this story at the moment isn't ending on a happy note. He's leaving soon for a long time. I can't believe that the thing I've been waiting for my entire life. A relationship that's truly honest and real is going to come to a halt soon. It's crazy I know to fall for someone so quickly. But my feelings for him are genuine and unlike any I've ever had before. If he's not it for me then I'm completely crazy and will adopt 30 dogs(not cats because I'm allergic and let's be honest I don't like the little shits) and be a spinster forever. I want to wait for him, I want to wait because he's worth waiting for. He has my heart and I hope he comes back with it.
Where have you been all my li ife ife ife? Love, Goose
ps. Ladies if a man sees you crying, listens to your feelings, wipes away your tears, tells you he loves you while looking deep into your eyes, and kisses you..... he's a keeper.
It all started a month or so ago. I was working my ass off at the gym twice a day. Going to work to save up for my then move to Vegas. Planning my trip to Vegas for my auditions, which by the way I made. And about a couple weeks before my Vegas trip I met Frank. I met him at work. Which is out of my norm because anyone I meet at work goes into my pervy customer section of my contacts on my phone, to be deleted later in the night. And I in general never ever date someone from work. But he was different, I didn't know that at first though. I went up to his beefy ass at the bar at work because I saw he had some interesting tattoos on the backs of his arm. Curious I asked what they meant because I could tell they were in Latin. One of my favorite languages. He completely blew me off and told me to Google it. Smitten and shocked by his reaction, I complied and Googled that shit. Why? Because I wasn't going to let him know something that I didn't know. Plus I like a feisty guy that challenges me. I discovered what it meant asked him about it and he blew me off again. Ok fucker peace out. Too bad I had already seen his friends and hung out with them the past two times they had come into the club. So of course I talked to them making sure I ignored beefy, Latin tattoo guy. It was hard though because he was so cute, but I don't do rejection. I tell him he's an asshole, and his response was no I'm a nice guy. They leave. A week goes by and they all come into the club again. This time he is a nice guy. He told me he was blowing me off because he thought I just wanted his money...lol. I give him my number not expecting a damn thing. Not even two hours later I get a text from him, and we make plans to hang out the next day. Meet up, have absolutely the most incredible, mind blowing sex I've ever had, and have been together ever since.
Why am I telling you all this? Because this was completely out of character for me. Like I said he's a game changer. I even let him read my blog. He told me after reading it that, I had been doing the opposite of everything I had been doing in my stories. I'm still waiting for this dream to end. Surely it will right? He's too good to be true. Treats me like a queen. Honestly treats me like no man has ever done before. And I constantly ask him to treat me like shit intermittently so I know he's real. I feel like a total softy now. Completely and utterly crazy about this man. So I think the saying that you have to be happy with yourself before you can be happy with someone is true. It wasn't until I got over that last horrible boyfriend and got myself back together, did I not only become a truly happy person, but I found someone to be truly happy with.
Now this story at the moment isn't ending on a happy note. He's leaving soon for a long time. I can't believe that the thing I've been waiting for my entire life. A relationship that's truly honest and real is going to come to a halt soon. It's crazy I know to fall for someone so quickly. But my feelings for him are genuine and unlike any I've ever had before. If he's not it for me then I'm completely crazy and will adopt 30 dogs(not cats because I'm allergic and let's be honest I don't like the little shits) and be a spinster forever. I want to wait for him, I want to wait because he's worth waiting for. He has my heart and I hope he comes back with it.
Where have you been all my li ife ife ife? Love, Goose
ps. Ladies if a man sees you crying, listens to your feelings, wipes away your tears, tells you he loves you while looking deep into your eyes, and kisses you..... he's a keeper.
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