Tuesday, January 3, 2012

"Cute but Annoying Guy"

Right off the bat you were cute.  You were also the only person remotely close to my age; that, and the gin I was sipping were both working in your favor.  You wanted to make sure I noticed you and accomplished that by holding the conversation hostage.  That was unnecessary.  While it was a big group, I was sitting right next to you; and rest assured you were noticed. Things got ugly quick...you did that "peacock thing" where you start name dropping and highlighting points of interest about yourself that are supposed to make me think you are the coolest guy I've ever met.  If that didn't make you suck, your relentless comments about your love affair with pork products did.  I believe beer nuts were mentioned as well.  The real kicker was when your high pitched voice kept soaring with each bullet point you added about your post movie analysis.  Strangely enough the group seemed to be interested.  I was amazed at how polite they were being, and at how long it had taken the waiter to refresh my glass; I had been staring at ice cubes and a straw for the past 90 seconds.


This is the mental tally of negative points he was accumulating:
  • He was starting to remind me of that cocky guy from work.  You know that guy...the one who just rubs you the wrong way.  Like sand paper on your skin; or trying to shave your krotch, with a dull razor, going 'against the grain' really quick.  He reminded me of that guy, and I was starting to hate him for it.
  • His relentless mentions of pork!  And yet he claimed to be well educated, well traveled, and had apparently watched a lot of sophisticated documentaries recently.  Ever seen Food Inc.?  Pork slab, bacon, and sowbelly!?!  This love affair with pork was painting a very unflattering picture of him in the next 10 years; obese and alternating his heart disease meds with nuggets of pork butt, while reclining in a La-Z-Boy.
  • The high pitched voice; I have no tolerance for high pitched voices or people who don't let me interrupt.  I don't require that men be super macho, but it would be nice if people were able to appropriately identify his gender when he answers the telephone.  Just saying.
I slapped down my cash on the table and announced to the group that I'd be emailing my thoughts on the film we had just seen.  Pork pants looked surprised.  I grabbed my cell cause I was bored, and it was early.  I thought I'd see if "tries too hard" was available.  Yeah he's annoying too, and agrees with me too much, but at least he's accommodating.  Maybe someday I'll find "funny and holds my attention," but until then I'll keep "young with no job" and "old with mommy issues" in the rotation.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Best Wifey Proposes

If you haven't heard of Wade Cothran: "The Best Roommate Ever" then congrats on your recent discharge from the State Penitentiary.  You have a lot of catching up to do.  Assuming you know how to use a computer; visit apple.com it will blow your mind, google 'social media' (this may require assistance), oh yeah... NASA is gone, and our President is black. Back to this blog and it's author...as a little girl, when I pictured my dream guy, he wasn't holding a beer stein...then along came Wade.  A perfect stranger from Alabama who made me laugh when I read his Craigslist ad that a friend reposted on Facebook http://www.bestroomyever.net/the-ad/

I did what any normal girl who's fallen head over heels for a guy she met on the internet would do; I proposed on Craigslist.  Below is my response to "The Ad".


Best Wifey Ever! - 26 (SF Bay Area)


Date: 2011-12-16, 8:32PM PST
Reply to:


Wade I'm in love with you!

Best roommate ever? More like best husband ever!!! You clean toilets, cook, and read books!? Well shit Wade baby. . .what more could a girl ask for? Dude, let's be honest; most women are just looking for a guy who's not a complete douche, who can make her laugh, while being only slightly better looking than Jonah Hill. Seth Rogan at his skinniest couldn't hold a candle to you. Yeah I said it; you're fucking hot!

Plus you cater to vegetarians? Make sweet sweet love to me right now! Most guys think chicken is part of a vegetarian lifestyle. Zucchini and yellow squash Carpaccio? Are you effing kidding me? That's not a word in the average male vocab, much less his recipe collection.

If you didn't have me at "watch the shit out of movies" I was all yours at "love getting baked and listening to Bob Dylan." Seriously, where did you come from? Oh that's right you said Alabama. Well I've never been there, but seeing as how it's the birthplace of Helen Keller and ummmm. . . you; it must be pretty awesome. I'm just your average lady looking to get swept off her feet, and let me tell you sir, you swept the shit out from under these piggys. Your words are sheer poetry. And then I read that you own a guitar! One I assume you'll be playing while you serenade me with original love songs about the two of us. After that line, I was putty in your hands. . .the one that isn't holding your two duffle bags of clothing. How modest. You know I bet some girls are bummed that you're not a flaming metrosexual and only own eight pairs of shoes but I think it's incredibly thoughtful. More closet space for me. . .how fuckin' sweet are you!? And to think all I had to do was stumble onto Craigslist to find my perfect match.

Babe, let me just say I can offer your nomadic ass more than just basic shelter and a bathtub. I'M NOT SURE ANYONE HAS EVER ASKED THIS ON CRAIGSLIST BEFORE, BUT WADE COTHRAN WILL YOU MARRY ME?

Here are the following reasons why I'd make a kick ass wife. . .

I'm confidant. No insecure lady sitting at home checking in with you every hour that you're not at home making me bomb ass vegetarian dinners. What's that you say. . . you like to frequent the strip club on occasion? Not a problem teddy bear, I already went to the ATM this afternoon and got you a shit ton of singles. So hand over that Monopoly money so you don't get kicked out again.

Too tired to cook Carpaccio tonight? No worries, I go H.A.M in the kitchen! How does penne a la vodka, with a tossed salad, and red velvet cake for dessert sound? All in a days work hot stuff.

Don't like pet names? No prob; I was never that attached to them anyway. Like to booze it up with your lady but hate when she spills on your oversized couch? I'm not a spiller. Party fouls have never been my forte. With a stem or without. . .in a solo cup or in a beer bong. . .I don't spill a drop. Yeah you guessed it; you're gonna want me on your beer pong and flip cup team, cause I've got mad skillz and I'm super competitive.

Just before you assume I look like a big dyke, you're wrong. I'm a  petite brunette, and my measurements are the same as the ones Sir Mix A Lot rapped about. You know. . . "36- 24-36? Ha ha, only if she's 5'3." That's me to a 'T'. So yes, I'm pretty banging, very feminine, and a total girls' girl. Which means you'll have to open jar lids for me, hold on to my arm when I'm sporting 5" heels, and expect that it takes me at least an hour to shower and get ready for a dinner date.

Did I mention that my sexual appetite can rival that of most frat guys? Plus I'm a theatre major so I love to role-play. I keep it spicy by nature. . . trust me boredom has never been an issue. Plus I studied dance for sixteen years. Excellent for posture, body awareness, self-confidence, and oh yeah. . . flexibility. You get it.

Before you think I want to ruin our lives with a bunch of mini Wade Cothrans, you're wrong. Having babies doesn't interest me. Which is good news for us. . . we'll have plenty of money to travel, buy oversized sofas designed by super models, and stock our bar with expensive liquor. And most importantly I'll never get saggy
tits.

And don't worry I'm open to relocating. I currently reside in Cleveland; it's the Paris of Ohio. While the sunny bay area sounds enticing, I'll warn you that it'll take some convincing to pull me away from the shores of Lake Erie. If you've ever been here, then you know exactly what I'm talking about.

So Wade, if you're reading this and had to think of your grandmother at least once to suppress a boner, then you should seriously consider my marriage proposal. After all, girls like me don't come around on Craigslist everyday.

*Other applicants need not apply; my heart belongs to Wade


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Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Break-ups

                    I broke up with my boyfriend, 
                                                                                                    (solution)
                 broke up with my waxer,
                                                                                 (remedy)
and I broke up with my therapist...
                                                            (answer)


But now that I don't leave the house, 
I'm saving so much money on gas!

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Online Dating Tutorial: Profile Pictures 201

This post is a continuation in what I'm sure will be a series of self help tutorials aiding clueless males down the littered back alley of online dating.  There truly are so many things to be said for the importance in carefully choosing ones profile picture.  
*Disclaimer: If at any point while reading you find yourself lost or disconnected in regards to the content, please refer back to the prequel to this tutorial entitled: Profile Pictures 101.  In my first guide I gloss over the fundamentals, structure, and building blocks of profile pics while highlighting common mistakes.  202 is an in depth analysis as we step farther away from the 'common man' and delve deep into a sect of males I like to call "guys who just don't get it".  Below is an honest female perception of the following profile pictures after a prudent and thorough five second viewing period.

1. The Army Dude
Let's be totally honest here.  Nothing says Skype dates and pleasuring yourself with your vibrator like dating a guy in the military.  No offense, but long distance is rough.  And dating someone overseas with limited access to a telephone, is long distance for extremists who are reeking with patience and copious amounts of self control.  Moving along...


2. Committing Arson in my Spencers T-Shirt
Okay buddy let's get real, that fire is beyond us two getting cozy and toasting marshmallows.  That's the kind of fire you destroy evidence in...the kind of evidence you don't want to be recovered...EVER!  It's down right reminiscent of the guy posing with his rifle in Profile Pictures 101.  I see this photo, and I take this as your solemn promise to burn me alive should I ever break up with you.  Starting a relationship off with scary promises of bodily torture isn't a killer way to find your match (both puns intended)...but hey, I'm no expert.
Secondly, your shirt says "Plays Well With Self".  Classy.  And from the looks of you, painfully obvious.  But let's not start out by spouting off about our masterbation habits right off the bat...we haven't even met yet.  Save something for date number two.  Perhaps you yourself (reader) are like this guy and don't have a lot to brag about.  I mean aside from building ridiculously large fires in desolate areas (most likely full of human corpses) and your right handed girlfriend (unless of course you're a lefty) maybe you should try and highlight other positive qualities you might have.


3. The Name Dropper

We get it you met Giada DeLaurentiis.   And in addition to you wanting me to assume you're a bad ass cook, and hoping I blind myself with visions of us cuddled up watching the Food Network, I'm also supposed to think you're the coolest guy I've ever met right?  Talented in the kitchen, perhaps he's on the sensitive side...I'm on to you asshole!  What really infuriates me about this picture is not your potential love of Italian cuisine or whatever fetish you might have for petite brunettes, but that you are exploiting Giada!  After she signed your cookbook did you ask her if you could post her picture on www.nolongerlonely.com?  (yeah, it's fucking real...click that shit)  Don't do that to Giada, or your kids, or your grandma, or your ugliest friend.  It's not cool to expose a third party just to make yourself look cool, sensitive, or more attractive.  Plus it didn't earn you any brownie points...in fact they've been revoked!


4. The Knee Slapper
"This picture more than adequately depicts my sense of humor and flair for tomfoolery.  Let me break down the series of events surrounding this picture so you can fully understand why I chose this as the one and only picture in my profile, and thus the only means you have to judge me as a person (besides some poorly worded paragraph I wrote about myself.)  
I opened up a present on Christmas morning and then proceeded to put the ribbon from the box on my head.  I'm sure I'm the first person to ever do this, so unknowingly this photo also portrays how original and spontaneous I can be.  My sisters kids got a real kick out of this one.  (note little bastard I was unable to fully crop out)  I guess you could say I'm a bit of a practical joker.  Regardless, if you date me I can guarantee there is plenty more where this came from!"


5. Grow up you fucking babies!

















No woman in her right mind is sitting on her couch sifting through personal ads saying, "I just want a boyfriend to take care of...the kind of guy who's searching for the mother figure he never had growing up."  Stop portraying yourself in odd pictures partaking in little boy activities.  Get off the swings, take off that stupid bucket hat, and grow up.  Did I mention the removal that heinous hat?  Because that's almost more offensive that your love of tree swings.
As for the gentleman spooning his teddy.  I really hope he's trying to be funny and this picture is actually a witty commentary on how he doesn't take himself or online dating too seriously.  If not I'm worried.  Worried for single women everywhere, as all hope for us is seemingly diminished with each click of a new profile.


6. I Spy
Let's talk about what we see in this picture.  Aside from the obvious thug tatts, ugly shower curtain, and wife beater tan lines...why does this guy have 5 tooth brushes?  1 dude, 5 tooth brushes, and 1 washcloth sized towel.  I'm no mathematician, but this just doesn't add up.  Roommates you say?  Ugh...I have failed you as a teacher.  WRONG...it's worse than four roommates, we're talking kids here.  While there is no mention of him having children in his profile (not even in the drop down box titled 'children')  Take note of the plastic tree frog behind his head.  Take an even closer look, and you'll also notice a second wall decal, precisely at a toddler height level. Something cartoonish and colorful...the kind of shit that bemuses children while they bathe.  This guy definitely has kids...I'm willing to guess about four; unless he just has a compulsive brushing habit and a really horrible sense of aesthetics when it comes to home decor.  In that case I take back what I said about his plethora of little angels.  Either way, steer clear of this one for a variety of reasons!

Friday, October 28, 2011

The Virgin Mary

I always think it's strange when my doctor asks, "Any chance of pregnancy?" 


Why bring chance into it?  I guess anything is possible; look at the Virgin Mary.  She was on the ultimate birth control and she still got knocked up. 


So to answer your question, "Yeah I guess there's always a chance."