Let me try to define my title for this blog, there is just so many different definitions so I’ll try just to use one or two. L.A. Flakers = a male with potential that is currently residing in Los Angeles that has lead you to believe that you are in the early stage of dating then one day decides not to call you back, aka FLAKE. A fucking flake actually. As in, “I’ll call you in 10 minutes when I get to the airport” flake. I hope that man’s plane didn’t go down because I never heard from him again and I continue to talk shit about his b.s. excuse. I’m assuming it didn’t so he gets branded FLAKE. Also, liar but I’ll be nice and use the word flake.
Listen, I’m not totally bitter. Yes I’d love to fall in love. Yes, I’d love to have a man challenge me. But let’s remember that I live in L.A. and flakes seem to be growing like wildfire out here. L.A. is where the men are the shallowest, actually I think that all the stupid shallow men one day said “Hey! Let’s just all move to L.A.!” These fucks believe that if they have a nice car and a nice paying job, that’s all you need to get a woman. No you don’t need class or poise or any of that, just be cocky and act like you’re the shit and all the women will come running. Yep that’s how it feels. That’s how they think.
Half the men out here I would not even touch with a ten foot pole. Yeah, they have more money than most but if you took that away there would be NOTHING. And I mean that, absolutely nothing. Dummies. A bunch of dummies live here. Put a decent man that enjoys looking into my eyes instead of my chest and I’ll be happy…and have them say something intelligent about the world, not about the business or the industry, something about maybe the election or art or traveling. SOMETHING! Oh wait, and if I would find a guy like that, dare they call for a second date!?! No! That would be too hard ya see. Calling back and using my fingers to dial or text numbers is too painful. Yep, I guess all these fucking L.A. Flakers have arthritis in their fingers. Or just some nubs, yea their thumbs are just nubs. Nubbies that don’t work. That’s the best explanation I have come up with so far. If you have a better explanation other than nubs as fingers, please let me know. Ugh! Ok I’m annoyed, I need to take a break from this topic.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Motherfucker
Motherfucker. I find myself muttering this under my breath at random moments. It does not matter if I’m in line at the post office or chowing down on Subway. Motherfucker mutters constantly! Why is this? Well I think that it is every time that the man that decided not to call me after an amazing date, who refuses to write to me when we are online at the same, the man that seemed so perfect but disappeared pops inside my head, motherfucker seems to be the response. It seriously just comes out of my mouth and I have no excuse for this trashy word that I can’t help to use because it defines the…motherfucker perfectly!
I became aware of the endless “motherfucker mutters” as I was leaving a Barnes and Noble. The reason for going to Barnes and Noble? To buy a book my friend from class was reading and recommending called “Why Men Love Bitches” This was a “self-help” book that explains to good girls why the bitchy women get all the good men. I flipped through the pages then took a glance around. There were books and books with ridiculous titles like “Why Hasn’t he Called?” and “How to Make Yourself the Best You to Love” or “The Man Manuel” Why do I need a fucking manual to figure out a guy. Last time I checked, as long as a man gets ass, a good meal and sports center, he’s good to go! It’s not that complex. All these books just make me sick and I’m like, “Hell no, I’m not going to spend $15 on this book that is going to tell me stuff I already know.” There is a whole section in Barnes and fucking Noble dedicated to Self help for women about man issues and I’m not even touching on the books that “help you get to “I do!” Barf.
Getting back to this book, it does explain to women how they need to not chase men and need to act like they don’t care either way if the man calls. Basically, act unavailable. As I do agree that this is good advice, I find it thoroughly annoying that the WOMEN are the ones that have to change the way that they act. Why can’t the men just stop being dumb asses and act normal! Why do we have to spend so much time wondering and contemplating their every move. And that is just what gets me and annoys me about myself. I have found that I spend more time on why this douche bag hasn’t called me than on myself. If I put the energy into my career as I do wondering about the fuck, then I would be a lot further by now. So, every time I mutter motherfucker, which means that I am thinking of him, I take a pen and mark my hand. By the end of the day, the number of marks is the number of minutes I need to spend on myself, whether it be researching or meditating, just something to compensate for this careless time spent on a man. God, today I had eleven marks on my hand! Did I mention that it’s been a month since he’s dropped off the planet? Pathetic.
I became aware of the endless “motherfucker mutters” as I was leaving a Barnes and Noble. The reason for going to Barnes and Noble? To buy a book my friend from class was reading and recommending called “Why Men Love Bitches” This was a “self-help” book that explains to good girls why the bitchy women get all the good men. I flipped through the pages then took a glance around. There were books and books with ridiculous titles like “Why Hasn’t he Called?” and “How to Make Yourself the Best You to Love” or “The Man Manuel” Why do I need a fucking manual to figure out a guy. Last time I checked, as long as a man gets ass, a good meal and sports center, he’s good to go! It’s not that complex. All these books just make me sick and I’m like, “Hell no, I’m not going to spend $15 on this book that is going to tell me stuff I already know.” There is a whole section in Barnes and fucking Noble dedicated to Self help for women about man issues and I’m not even touching on the books that “help you get to “I do!” Barf.
Getting back to this book, it does explain to women how they need to not chase men and need to act like they don’t care either way if the man calls. Basically, act unavailable. As I do agree that this is good advice, I find it thoroughly annoying that the WOMEN are the ones that have to change the way that they act. Why can’t the men just stop being dumb asses and act normal! Why do we have to spend so much time wondering and contemplating their every move. And that is just what gets me and annoys me about myself. I have found that I spend more time on why this douche bag hasn’t called me than on myself. If I put the energy into my career as I do wondering about the fuck, then I would be a lot further by now. So, every time I mutter motherfucker, which means that I am thinking of him, I take a pen and mark my hand. By the end of the day, the number of marks is the number of minutes I need to spend on myself, whether it be researching or meditating, just something to compensate for this careless time spent on a man. God, today I had eleven marks on my hand! Did I mention that it’s been a month since he’s dropped off the planet? Pathetic.
Introduction to my blog!
Hello to everyone reading my blog!!! If you are here, then you must be a friend or someone the understands the annoyance of the beings called males. I never felt so much of an urge to write about my trials in love until I moved to Los Angeles. I have never encountered men like this, they are not right...crazy actually. But I have to start by apologizing for my foul mouth throughout my blog. I wasn't raised to express myself with such vulgarity and my mom would be absolutely embarrassed if she knew about this so I just have to put that out there. OK, I also have to say that if an ex or someone that I dated shortly is reading this, sorry but I have to speak the truth! I haven't gotten anywhere in life by holding back and being quiet and I was burned the worst by a man when I was compliant, I'm not being compliant anymore. So here it is! With the advice and demand of my friends (I love you!) I will post my first blog that I wrote a couple months ago. My blogs cover anything from men to our culture to pressures on women. So Enjoy!!!!
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