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“THAT GIRL”

My friend “SkinnyBitch” and I sat in a coffee shop tonight discussing our friends and our relationships.  We both have recently ended our long distance relationships.  Suddenly we feel as though we know everything there is to know about avoiding mistakes in the dating world.  As we were evaluating all our friends ups and downs of their relationships or lack of we had to ask ourselves when did WE become the relationship experts.  6 months ago if someone asked our advice there was a stronge chance that both of our responses would have been minimal or with a … it will work itself out.. response.  We both have always been the type to keep our opinions on the guys our friends date to ourselves or at least between each other.  Now we are the panel of experts on dos and donts in the dating world.  Both feel that avoiding this situation will only lead to this greater problem in their relationship.  Tonight at the coffee shop we couldnt help but call each other out on our conceeded thoughts of being relationship experts. 

This gets me to my reason for this blog.  How do women slip into the role of being “that girl” so easily.   Of being the girl that allows her boyfriend to walk all over her when previously were some of the most bullheaded bossy people I knew.  Of becoming the girl that had previously had intellegent conversations to reduced to the girl that cant complete a  sentence that doesnt contain HIS name.  Of letting him put you on the back burner time after time Of always cancelling plans with you for the “boys”.  Of  being one of the most outspoken friends I have into a spineless female who can be talked out of any angry feeling. 

In their defense I am guilty of the same faults or close enough to the same faults that I cant judge.  I can only question, support, and learn from our mistakes.  These are not unhealthy relationships, not abusive or manipulative.  These relationships are simply that of give and take where somehow along the line someone began to give a little more than take and vise versa. 

Luckily for me… or not so lucky of me.. I am blessed with a group of friends like no other.  Everyone has the girls that lay it out on the line for you<SassyRed>, the friend that thinks just like you<SkinnyBitch>, the friend that knows you better than you know yourself<BbDoll>, that avoids the tough stuff for fear of hurting you<SweetPea>, and lastly the one that will agree with whatever will make you feel better at that particular hard moment in your life.  This is apparently the friend I forgot to find in my support group.  I realized this when BbDoll so politely pointed out this past weekend that I had to end it with the guy I have been recently dating because I just wasnt feeling it.  Yes,  BbDoll informed ME on MY feelings.  She was right of course but thats beside the point. My past relationship with.. <Ricky> was one that we had been best friends for years before trying to make things worked. And boy did it work.  He was a perfect match for me.. but eventually the stresses of life, long distance, and college got to us and it ended….Since my breakup I have been some would say… emotionally distant and dating random guys I deep down know are completely wrong for me.  BbDoll knows this so felt the need to step in a dictate that the guy I was dating just wasnt working out any longer. 

See, I had become “THAT GIRL” the one that needed a man around to make her feel less… alone… I have never been this girl in my LIFE even choosing to be single or at least nothing further than dating with the majority of the guys that have entered my life.  the most recent of my dating mistakes was.. .lets call him <Scooter>.  He was a great guy though a little imature for me.  He adored me and treated me like a princess, respected the time I needed and that I was still hurting from my previous relationship.  Scooter was a great guy.. just not right for me.. He constantly wanted to hang out, talk, text, meet up, etc.  This is great for those personalities out there that are dependent or at least love constant attention from there dudes.  I do not.  It actually stresses me out A GREAT DEAL to have to hang out all the time, to always have missed calls or text messages from someone.  It even goes as far as to annoy me.  I am definitly a “TYPE B” personality as SkinnyBitch puts it.  I just go with the flow, rarely feel very strongly about anything, rarely stresses, rarely worries, well you get the idea…. and Scooter actually stressed me out.. VERY MUCH.  So BbDoll stepped in addressing the situation, and told me no more.  I am lucky to have friends who call you out when you are lying to yourself.  Anyway together we decided it was best to… some would say.. ground me from dating until the first of the year.  I decided it is a punishment for not having my shit together.. forcing myself to address my feelings for Rick and the hurt that is still there.  I also feel it will be good for me to stop being THAT GIRL looking for someone to make the pain go away. 

So my new goals.. 1. Stop being a conceeded relationship expert    2. stop being THAT GIRL    3. Get my shit together

Action

Was on campus today.  Saw a man in a truck with a blow up doll on his lap. … licking her nipples.  When he saw me looking I quickly glanced toward the other direction.  I then proceeded to turn 5 shades of red.  because I was embarrassed? NO .. well a little after all he was licking her nipples.  but ALSO  because thats when I realized the blow up doll has gotten more action on a Tuesday afternoon at 3 pm than I have in 2 months… awesome.

my first blog

please bare with me this is my first blog. if any of you actually knew me you would never expect me to open up to the world of ‘blogging’ and become an amateur “blogger”.  Lucky for all of you out there in internet world though, I have three reasons for this. 1. It is on my bucket list of things to do before I die. 2. My friends explained to me that my life is one long hilarious blog story. 3. quite frankly, I just have A LOT to say.

Where to start? Yesterday is as good as any I suppose.  I had my first encounter with legit, throw-down on the pavement, bitch slappin road rage.  Well actually some would call it more shopping rage.  My friend, “SkinnyBitch” and I were visiting a local store “wally world”.  We had just finished our shopping and were driving toward the exit by the front entrance when a classy lady and her daughter around our age walks through the electronic doors to leave the story.  Mid story about this guy im dating,  I can see from the look the lady gives SkinnyBitch that she already hates us and our car.  While SkinnyBitch has more than enough time to drive across the parking lot section at the idle speed we were going and get out of the classy ladies way; that lady would just not let that happen.  We see her begin a waddle of sorts toward the car, but with still plenty of room SkinnyBitch continues on her way, all the while watching this odd lady closely.  Suddenly, the lady breaks out into a run then thrusts her cart full of grocerys in front of SkinnyBitch’s car.  While I sit in my seat baffled by this whole scenerio, SkinnyBitch is already throwing words around like “you CRAZY M*Fing Bitch!  WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!!” the lady then trys to make us see how that was a cross walk and we must stop, get out of our car and bow down to her highness kissing toes and hands all the while she walks past.

  I am all for pedistrian ride-a-way, heck im a college student and we more than abuse that power.  BUT in this case, where she had to run at our car AND throw a cart in front of her JUST to make it to the front bumpers edge? I think that is a little ridiculous and over dramatic, even for a college student like myself.  Now back to the story..

I begin to breath a sigh of relief when the lady finally walks off toward the back of the car. I  look over at SkinnyBitch and exclaming “WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED!!!”  Suddenly, we hear a THUD.  The lady actually kicked SkinnyBitch’s car.  And not like a soft, had a bad day get out of my way, kinda kick but a FUCK YOU kinda kick.  SKinnyBitch whips around screaming so loud everyone outside can hear us plain as day “YOU FUCKING CRAZY BITCH IM GOING TO CALL THE FUCKING POLICE” …repeatedly…  by this point the lady is a row and a half of parked cars behind us <need i point out here that we havent moved so that means we were ACTUALLY never in her path of crossing at any point, apparently she just needed a throwdown in the WallyWorld parking lot>   The ladies only reply?   “it was a cross walk!!! it was a cross walk!!!”   we are in a parking lot. there is no crosswalks around, ANYWHERE.

Next thing I know the lady is walking toward us briskly and SkinnyBitch is throwing her car into PARK.  FUCK! I am not a fighter I am a lover.   And while I do admittedly have BESTBITCHES that would throw down in a second.  We dont.  We learned in kindergarten to play nice with others and we generally stick to that rule.  But in this case SkinnyBitch rolls down her window and the “BITCHSLAP” begins.  as in.. the lady starts calling us every bitch word in the book.  I, for one, actually didnt know there were THAT many types of bitches or that you could be all of them at the same time…. but apparently I am. .. and you can…. that kinda talent belongs on a resume, dont you think?!

I sit quietly in shock, probably even holding myself and rocking back and forth anxiously as Skinny tells the crazy lady that the lady was IN FACT completely nuts and that she was IN FACT the crazy bitch, and that she was IN FACT the one who kicked her car, threatened her, and threw a cart across a parking lot drive  in front of a moving vehicle, and that she was IN FACT COMPLETELY in the wrong.  This apparently stunned the lady into ending the altercation with a swift FUCK YOU YOU ANOREXIC BITCHES.. and walking off.. to which, oddly enough, Skinny and I finally become pissed off enough to then, the entire way home, scream and shout about how crazy she was and how we werent anorexic at all.  which I later realized… we actually finally got ticked of when the lady complimented us by calling us skinny… I guess that just shows how much we love our curves… even if they might be a few more than those hollywood celebs.

 

Well there it is.  The first story on here about my exciting life.  hope it doesnt bore you to sleep!

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