Saturday, 30 January 2010

  • Finding the one at the clubs

    So the other day, I was literally cornered by an ex-follower of Christ (which a story in itself) where she basically attacked me and told me that my way of life was "out-of-control" and that I should not be taking my friends (who are also just happen to be followers of Christ) with me to the clubs.  She then goes on to say that the clubs is not an appropriate place to find "the one."  I had to hold myself from laughing at her stupid statement.  I go to the clubs and bars because I'm a fullgrown adult who happens to have friends who enjoy spending time at places like that.

    Now that I think about it though, if the clubs and/or bars are not appropriate places to find "the one" where are we suppose to find them?  And what would be consider an appropriate place?  I honestly don't think there's a right or wrong place to find the one but maybe I'm just naive.

Wednesday, 13 January 2010

  • Hot, Crazy, Double Standard

      That about sums up last night's episode of The Bachelor.  Now, I've never been a big fan of The Bachelor but I will have to admit, I did watch the complete season of The Bachelorette with Tristan and Ryan and a worthwhile season too because they are the only couple from the reality television show to still be together!

    With that said, I wanted to express my utter disappointment with last night's episode.  Now, before the season was aired, ABC hyped up the audience about a scandal that occurs on the show, something that has never happened before.  Turns out, one of the contestants (yes, contestant because that's what they really are) had previously dated one of the producers.  What?  No way!  She had dated someone before coming to the show!  That's so preposterous!  (That's me trying to be sarcastic...)

    My point here is that the hot model Rozlyn Papa was kicked out of the show for something everyone does.  Now, I know what you're all thinking, she shouldn't have been dating one of the "staffer".  But isn't the point of finding love to date and to find out if someone could be that special someone; what if the producer had been "the one".  And um, isn't the Jake, the Bachelor, dating all those girls on the show at the same time? He went on a group date and was holding two different hands at the same time.  I mean, Papa dated the producer before the show began.  It's not like she was screwing both of them at the same time; which might be what Jake does before the end of the season.  So why is ABC making a big deal out of all this?  Yes, you guessed it, ratings! 

    What happened to finding real love?  Do people really need to go on a reality tv show to find love?  If Flavor Flav can't find love on a reality tv show, what makes average people think they're going to find love on reality tv show?

    ***I will admit that Michelle is hilarious!  With all the crying and psychotic mood swings.  I love how she pulled Jake aside and pours out her heart about how she didn't get a date with him and he nods his head saying he knows how she feels but he's really thinking, "You're crazy!"  We know she's only on the show because the producers and viewers love her insecurities. ***

Wednesday, 06 January 2010

  • Kissing is overrated ...

    Or so he says.  So I'm currently seeing this guy whom we shall call Jeremy.  Jeremy is handsome, nice, sweet, good personality and everything you look for in a guy when you first meet them of course.  Now, on our third date, we shared our first kiss which turned into a pretty hot, steamy make-out session.  That was a month ago.  It has now come to my attention that Jeremy refuses to kiss me now.  He doesn't mind holding my hand, or cuddlilng, or all of the rated "R" stuff but if he has to kiss me, he acts as if he'll die.  I practically have to beg him to kiss me and when he does finally cave in, it's one small peck.

    I love kissing.  There's just something so passionate and magical about it and I can't imagine being with someone who does not like to kiss.  But I also like Jeremy ...

    So what should I do?  End it because he doesn't like to kiss?  Or suck it up and never get to have another passionate kiss?

     

Friday, 27 November 2009

  • Drama Queens Bring Nothing But Drama

    I've had it with girls who love, love drama.  It has again occurred to me that I am yet again the talk of the town.  And when it all comes down to it, I just wished these girls would have the audacity to walk up to me and just ask me the truth because I would tell them the truth if they gave me the time of day.

    An ex-friend of mine, who I guess you could say was never really my friend to begin with, saw me at the bar the other day and she walked right pass me and screamed the name of one of my friends who had gone with me to the bar.  She gave her this big hug and had her back turned to me as if I didn't exist.  I wasn't mad or anything; I just figured she was going to remain immature until the end of time and I wasn't going to waste my time apologizing over and over again for what I did when I really didn't do anything wrong but expressed how I felt.  As the night progress, she got little more intoxicated and the more intoxicated she gets the more revealing she becomes.  As I was driving home that night with my friend (Tess) informs me why our ex-friend (Blue) is still mad at me and refuses to talk to me or acknowledge me.  Turns out that Blue's friend Zee thinks I'm trying to steal her boyfriend.

    Now, here's the story with Zee and her boyfriend Dan.  I met Dan two years ago while playing basketball at a local park with a group of friends.  Dan and I became really good friends within a small time frame.  Now, Dan's a pretty good looking guy, tall, and has a lot going for him.  Dan and Zee were not together at the time when Dan and I became friends; in Dan's words, Zee didn't want to be in a relationship with him because she was keeping her options open.  And she was.  When Zee found out that Dan and I were become good friends she freaked out and demanded that Dan end things with me.  Dan refused because there was nothing to end, we were just friends.  Zee threw a thousand fits but Dan vouched for our friendship and I greatly appreciated it.

    However, a few months ago, Zee psychotically texted and phone and facebooked me telling me to stay away from her man, whom I had probably seen once or twice since Christmas.  When I see craziness like that I would rather end my friendship than end up dead.

    So when Tess tells me that Blue is mad at me not because of what we initially thought but because her friend Zee doesn't like me and is under the impression that I'm "trying" to steal her boyfriend, I can't help but feel like I'm reliving middle school.

    It irks me when grown women sit around gossiping and accusing other women of things that has and never will happen.  They let their insecurities get the best of them and they let their lack of trust in other women skewed their perspective of what's real and what's not.  If Zee had bother to asked me what was going on with Dan, I would tell her the truth --- I tutored him in his English/Literature class, I helped revised a few papers for him, he called me up one night telling me that he wanted to kill himself because Zee was with another man, I gave him advice on how to apologize even if he felt like he wasn't wrong, and I was there as a friend; truth be told, Dan treated me like I was his best guy friend; I mean he told me things I never needed to hear.  And Dan to me was like a best girl friend.

    I guess what bothers me is that crazy grown up who love drama and live in drama need to act their age.  I'm not the type to beat around the bush; if I think you have a problem with me, I'll ask you about it and I'll try to apologize or explain the situation and if you refuse to listen to me then it's no longer my problem it's yours and if I have a problem with someone I let them know how I feel and if they don't do anything about it then I know it's not worth my time to be friends with them ...

    I guess what I'm trying to say is, I wished that these girls would stop being drama queens and learn to be adults and act like adults. 

Tuesday, 17 November 2009

  • The "One" that got away

    "Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental ... Especially you Jenny Beckman ... Bitch"

    So the other day, I finally watched, "500 Days of Summer" and I loved it because unlike those other happily-ever-after Disney movies, this movie showed how a relationship that seemed to be going so well, fell into a thousand miserable pieces; just like it does in real life. 

    One of the most heartbreaking moments of the movie was when Summer remeets Tom at his favorite spot.  He asks her, "Why?"  (Why did she leave him?  Why did she say she didn't want to be in a relationship with anyone but is now married?  Why did she not have the courage to just tell him she had moved on with her life?  Why did she give him that last string of hope and then pull the rug from under?  Why did she have to be such a heartless biatch?)  And she replies, "I just knew with him what I wasn't sure with you."

    And as much as I hated her, I loved her reply.

    I really thought this friendship thing with Max could work but I have realized I was wrong.  Before I met Max, I was a lot like Tom.  I believed in all that love at first sight, the one, mushy romantic crap.  And then after Max left, I was an emotional wreck, crazy at times but mostly just dead inside.  A lot of people tried to comfort me with their "there's plenty of fishes in the sea," "it's his lost, not yours," etc.  But I knew the truth, how I felt about Max was something I would never feel about anyone else.

    It's been a few year since Max broke up with me and in that two years, I've probably been interested in five men at most.  And it's not that I was even really interested in them; they, in some way or form, reminded me of Max and so I pushed myself to pursue something with them, in hopes that what Max and I had could be rekindle in a relationship with someone who was like him.

    Max was "the one."  In my twenty-five years of life, I have never felt so much passion with anyone before.  Before Max, there were plenty of boys I liked but there was never someone I just had to get to know, someone I just had to be with; Max was different.  The moment I saw him, I just knew that he would be someone important in my life.  My feelings for Max were beyond passionate and I will always love him, whether I would like to or not. 

    But here's the ugly truth, Max will never feel the same.  The passion I feel, the love I have, he will never understand or reciprocate.  Because if he did, we'd still be together, but we're not.  Much like Summer, Max will find someone who he will just know he is meant to be with, something he was never sure enough with me.

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