Showing posts with label soapboxing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label soapboxing. Show all posts

Monday, May 23, 2011

Dating...

is something I'm throwing myself into, really for the 1st time ever! Putting myself out there & as I read in Cosmo (I was super bored that day), acting like a lady by not refusing a single invitation. Except of course from guys that look like they auditioned to be on Jersey Shore or the ones that have earlobes stretched wide enough that I can put my fist thru them. While I have an affinity for tattoos on a man, those kind of piercings... not so much. Also, I like to laugh. A lot. I also like hearing other people laugh, except when it's a la Arnold Horshack. If you're not familiar, google it & then tell me if you could listen to that for more than an hour. If you can, great, I know someone you just got to meet. Another thing I will absolutely not stand for is even the slightest bit of homophobia. Some of the best gay jokes I've heard were told to me by gay men, but when a straight guy spews 20 in the 1st hour of our meeting, well, then we have a problem. 

I guess those are what you'd call my "dating deal breakers," right? & I know there will be times when not counting the above mentioned, it's just not there. Like yesterday, I liked the guy's dog more than the guy, & as anyone will tell you, I'm more of a wee little kitten kind of girl...

Monday, December 27, 2010

Truth...

hurts. But the one thing I am NOT is a liar, so I speak it. Often. A lot. Most of the time. Do I mean to hurt people? Never. Is it my fault if they can't face reality? No. Can I help if they are disappointed by what I say? Not at all. 

Speaking of, disappointment hurts as well. A friend can put SO much effort into things, go above & beyond most people & get pretty much nothing in return only so many times. Then the realization comes that it was all just a waste & disappointment sets in.

Luckily I'm now over it. The hurt in my back from the symbolic stabs have gone away (now if only the pain from the tiny cancer spot would!). Guess I should've been more careful & most definitely will be from now on. I always said I know a shitload of people, but can count those I call real, true friends on the fingers of one hand. 

My pinky is now vacant...


A few days later update: No vacancies anymore (smiley face). It's nice to be finally heard & understood...