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F.Y.I
My Hair--- Full and GLOSSY
My Skin--- Luminious
My Guilt Flowers--- Blooming.
My Ass--- Still Perky!
My Ex---still feeling bad and still freaking LUCKY, I flove him and didn't let numerous friends beat him senseless (again, thanks awesome friends)
I dedicate this post to my Skippy (tips diet coke to her!)
Anyhow, an alarming trend came to my attention yesterday. Men staking their claim on specific areas and marking them with CREEPY. Example, my dear friend Elizabeth is a fairly nice girl (clearly different peoples here) Not really prone to overreaction, drama or anger (unless you wake her up before 10 a.m.... and/or you don't let her get Starbucks) So imagine my surprise when she calls me stating that she has to find a new gas station (apparently NOT a Valero, because cheap gas makes the BF mad), a new bank and possibly a new freeway to drive because of one CREEEEPY dude who has taken it upon himself to follow her around and drop delicious come on lines like "man, your eyes are blue" and or "F**& you are hot" whilst learing at her blue sweater. I mean, SWOOON, I am surprised she didn't stop RIGHT there and call the BF, who thinks she walks on water and will do insane things like buy her snow chains for ONE weekend drive, and tell him she found her TRUE winner. Because really, nothing is better than minding your own business at a gas station and having a dude get all up in your personal space and offer such pearls of sexiness as "F*&* you are hot." The best part is, this dude is apparently POSTED at the Shell Station, just dropping bombs like that on unsuspecting women.
I have no idea why that man is single.
Just like I have no idea why this fine specimen is alone.
Scene- Bank
Lady walks up to the ATM- "HEY, pretty, wanna play teller with me"
Nope, no idea.
So I propose a happy medium to those trying to just cement a creepy area. Please mark your bank, gas station, Starbucks with a giant ORANGE cone and a whistle that periodically blows to clear the area. This will allow all women to decide ahead of time if they want to deal with you ish. Perhaps business owners can get involved, offering discounts to women who decide to brave the creepy.
See. Happy mediums can be achieved.
Now if people could just leave my poor skippy alone, she is running out of gas stations.
My Hair--- Full and GLOSSY
My Skin--- Luminious
My Guilt Flowers--- Blooming.
My Ass--- Still Perky!
My Ex---still feeling bad and still freaking LUCKY, I flove him and didn't let numerous friends beat him senseless (again, thanks awesome friends)
I dedicate this post to my Skippy (tips diet coke to her!)
Anyhow, an alarming trend came to my attention yesterday. Men staking their claim on specific areas and marking them with CREEPY. Example, my dear friend Elizabeth is a fairly nice girl (clearly different peoples here) Not really prone to overreaction, drama or anger (unless you wake her up before 10 a.m.... and/or you don't let her get Starbucks) So imagine my surprise when she calls me stating that she has to find a new gas station (apparently NOT a Valero, because cheap gas makes the BF mad), a new bank and possibly a new freeway to drive because of one CREEEEPY dude who has taken it upon himself to follow her around and drop delicious come on lines like "man, your eyes are blue" and or "F**& you are hot" whilst learing at her blue sweater. I mean, SWOOON, I am surprised she didn't stop RIGHT there and call the BF, who thinks she walks on water and will do insane things like buy her snow chains for ONE weekend drive, and tell him she found her TRUE winner. Because really, nothing is better than minding your own business at a gas station and having a dude get all up in your personal space and offer such pearls of sexiness as "F*&* you are hot." The best part is, this dude is apparently POSTED at the Shell Station, just dropping bombs like that on unsuspecting women.
I have no idea why that man is single.
Just like I have no idea why this fine specimen is alone.
Scene- Bank
Lady walks up to the ATM- "HEY, pretty, wanna play teller with me"
Nope, no idea.
So I propose a happy medium to those trying to just cement a creepy area. Please mark your bank, gas station, Starbucks with a giant ORANGE cone and a whistle that periodically blows to clear the area. This will allow all women to decide ahead of time if they want to deal with you ish. Perhaps business owners can get involved, offering discounts to women who decide to brave the creepy.
See. Happy mediums can be achieved.
Now if people could just leave my poor skippy alone, she is running out of gas stations.
posted by Shanelle at 12:56 PM
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Some of those Steelers players were getting hot and bothered. Picking fights?! They are as bad as boo boo lip Manning.
So yes, I met someone. Wonderful! He is the son of my friend. No, I'm not robbing the cradle, my friend is my co-worker of 4 years and she's in her 50s. We shall see where this goes, but we are having those important conversations such as, at our age we don't just date for fun, we are dating to find someone to marry. He says he knows. He is crazy. We shall see. I hope this one has a happy ending. ....waiting for the other shoe to drop....
Nice to have a face w/a blog now! They aren't showing the Pats game here so I'm "watching" it on nfl.com. I'm such a guy. LOL!
Yes, The Boy is supposed to be coming down here for New Year's Eve weekend. I was thinking about going up there for Christmas, as I have no one around here, but hell, I don't want to drive my new car up there in the frozen tundra of Wisconsin! He is moving here in January. Not because of me, he was going to before he even met me. Funny though, my friendship dynamic with his mom is totally changing. I guess it has to. Anyhow, he's great. Amazing. McDreamily amazing.
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