Every once in a while my plans for the night get changed or canceled. It really sucks to be all dressed up with no place to go. And sometimes it is so late at night that you really don’t have anyone else to call at the last minute and invite out. Or something happens so you can’t go out at all and you are stuck at home for the night.
If I’m bored and stuck at home, I try a sex chat for a couple of hours. I can fix myself a nice cold drink, sit down on the couch, enter a chat room from my laptop and start talking to people. I’ve “met” some great people on the chat lines, people with a great sense of humor, people who have the gift of gab, people who can make me laugh. When I’ve had enough fun, I click it off and get myself to bed – usually with a smile on my face and a little skip or two on the way down the hallway.
One day I realized that I was doing it all. I did all the household work. I cooked, I cleaned, I did laundry, I paid the bills and I worked my ass off all day. He did nothing but complain and live off me for months. I can see being without a job for a week or two. But, god damn! Months? If you aren’t going to be working and bringing in the money, how about at the very least taking over the housework, cooking and laundry? It’s not fucking rocket science.
One day my sister just flat out asked me, why am I putting up with the crap? It was a moment of realization – I couldn’t think of a fucking answer that made any sense. So I went home, told him to get his shit packed up and be gone the next. He didn’t want to do it and we had a huge fight and I called the cops on his ass. Of course, that meant that he didn’t pack up his shit – I had to do it. typical.
But, I packed it, put it in a storage place and had his brother give him the key. I told him to tell the motherfucker to never come to my house again or I’d call the cops again. So far, that worked. And I’m happy being single again – half the work, half the expense and a whole lot more satisfying.
My last boyfriend would be just the jackass to write on the wall above this sign. He is the smart ass and unconforming type of person who makes you laugh at his antics but pisses you off when you have to apologize for his jokes and his anti-social behavior to the important people – like your boss, or the landlord, or the cops.
It was fun for a little while, but the jackass never knew when to turn it off. Had to kick him to curb when it started costing me money.
For some strange reason I have 3 weddings to attend this month. That is a lot of weddings – must be something in the water. I think it is also kind of strange that the most popular month for my friends weddings seems to be July. Whatever happened to June being the favorite month for nuptials?
Anyway, I’m relieved that I was not asked to be IN any of the weddings. It is hard enough coming up with the extra money and time to buy a wedding present and give up 2 Saturday nights in one month to attend. If I was a bridesmaid there would be some much more expected of me, and I’m just not wanting to do that.
I’m not offended that some of those brides are good friends and that they asked other people – for whatever reasons – to be in their weddings. I am totally happy with being invited to attend the wedding and just enjoy myself there with a date.
Came across an interesting convo on Facebook where a girlfriend who is getting married next month was bitching about the plans her beloved husband-to-be has been making with his buddies for a bachelor party. He wants to take 7 of his best friends out of town for a weekend and have a wild and crazy weekend. At first he was talking about flying everyone to Las Vegas for the weekend, but that got too expensive (or, as she put it, complicated). So now they are talking about going to Atlanta, which is a 4 hour drive and a lot cheaper than flying 7 people round trip to Vegas.
The bride is pissed off that they are going out of town – she thinks that they should just party here at home and that going to a strip club is a bad idea. She says she doesn’t want her hubby-to-be in a strip club. Now, this is where it gets crazy. I think that a strip club outing is a healthy outlet for guys and there is nothing wrong with it. She says that he shouldn’t be interested in looking at naked girls – that she should be enough or he shouldn’t be getting married.
I think that is really naive and unreasonable. It is an American tradition to take the groom out to a strip club for a last hurrah. Its not like she is going to be having sex with the strippers. He might get a lap dance, but big fucking deal. If he is pledging his sexual loyalty to her, she should be trusting him. And maybe she is right, if she doesn’t feel that she can trust him, why are they getting married in the first place?