I've Said it Once, and I'll say it again!

Ladies- THIS IS TRUTH

Call a man out on something and he goes running! I dont know where LA guys, or guys in general get off thinking that women are just going to keep their mouths shut and not speak up. Well I'm sorry (not really) but I am the kind of girl that says what she thinks.

Last week, post 'cell phone loss' Beefy was still texting me but something seemed different. He just didnt seem as enthusiastic. And when he would text me, he never tried to make plans to see me. Well this is what I say: If hes not asking you out, hes not that into you. You may have heard something similar at a recent movie.

So anyway, I was getting rather annoyed that he was keeping me on the side. No doubt waiting to see if something else worked out. So being that I had nothing to lose since I never met the guy... I called him out on that shit!!

I sent him a friendly but to the point text asking if we were ever going to meet because I'm not a sideline gal, I like to get in the game. And guess what...NO RESPONSE!

I have to tell you I wasnt that shocked. I mean really. Guys are so predictable these days.

On that note, I have no new men right now and I'd like to suggest some reading for those sad single gals out there that need to channel their inner single diva....

"How to Love Like a Hot Chick" by Jodi Lipper and Cerina Vincent

I'm baaaaaaackkkk!!

We all knew i couldnt stay away too long. Well contrary to what i claimed. I have in fact been on some dates and also have a new potential. Before I get to Beefy. Lets recap.

I went out with this guy I met online, we'll call him drunkard. Because thats what i think of, when i think of him. We went out for sushi. The saki bombs were flowing. Needless to say, we both couldnt walk straight after. This was the night I learned never to get drunk on a first date. Thing were broken, knocked over... I ran into my heater. It was bad. Of course he wanted to see me again, but quite frankly I was embarrassed.

After learning that lesson I knew that on my spur of the moment 'double date,' if you want to call it that, i would keep watch on my alcohol consumption. Painting Pimp called me for an impromptu meeting with Ferrel and a friend of his she thought would be a good match for me. Lets call him Ross the intern. Ross was not familiar with my recently learned lesson. he on the other hand drank, and drank, and drank. He carefully planned for me to give him a ride home which included a detour to a bar where he became even more trashed. After that he seemed to actually think I would come upstairs with him. Really? I mean really. I literally said, "you are drunk, and I am not a whore." He swooped in for a kiss and that was the last we saw of each other. Nice choice painting pimp.. not.

So that sums it up. The new guy, beefy. Well hes just that. 6'2, 240...BIG! I love it. Makes me feel small and he can just sweep me off my feet. Unfortunately, when we finally planned our date, beefy failed to appear...at all. Didnt respond to any of my texts, I never heard from him! This seemed a bit surprising to me considering how excited he sounded to meet me and hang out. I think he literally ued the words:" I want to be your man" In a semi joking way of course.. i think..?? While I was left wondering, what the hell? I of course made other plans with the ladies. To my surprise, and a bit of relief, I had a message from him on facebook Sunday morning. Apparently he lost his phone and spent the entire day looking for it. OK, totally believe you.. but would it have been that difficult to send me that email on Saturday so I wasnt wondering where the hell you were?? Laaaaammmmeee!!
Not cutting you off yet cause you seem like a good guy, but consider it strike one.