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Fat Bottom Girl’s All Male Review 2012

As we begin a new year, I am taking a look back at my personal All Male Review 2012. The year started out well. . . .

before

But quickly turned into. . . .

after

Just kidding!!  Like I could even hope to hook up with a midget!  Sorry, “little person”.  Whatthefuckever!!  When they advertise the wrestling gig they call it “Midget Wrestling”, because “Little Person Wrestling” just doesn’t have the same ring to it.  But once again, I am off the subject, damn ADD.

This should be simple, because the list is pretty short.

1.  I started out the year with a “booty call”.  BC2012 was actually a guy I used to hook up with about 25 years ago, and I ran into him on POF.  He has less hair, but still a pretty rockin’ body, and we still had the killer chemistry we had when I was 18! We actually started hooking up again in Novemer of 2011, but it carried over into 2012. I was fairly satisfied with the arrangement, even though I am looking for a long-term gig. At the beginning of the summer I had a male friend from high school come to visit me. I took him to the club I usually go to, and BC2012 was there. I thought BC2012 was there with a chick, and texted him, because he hadn’t acknowledged me when he came in. He finally texted me back, and was irritated that I would think he was with her, because she was the wife of his buddy. I told him sorry, tried to talk to him later in the evening, and he told me he was so mad at me that he couldn’t talk to me. And he stayed mad. . . until last night, when I texted him and told him Happy New Year, he replied back, I admitted to him I miss the sex, he told me he misses the blow jobs. When I get up this morning, he had texted me about the time the bar was closing telling me he wanted a blow job. Typical.

2. “Mr. IamsofullofmyselfallIcantalkaboutishowmuchweightIhavelostandhowmuchIworkout” – this was a POF guy who was quite charismatic and funny. Of course he is in marketing, so he has the gift of gab. We hit it off, and corresponded for a couple of weeks before meeting. He came to the town I live in, planned the date, and was even polite enough to ask if he could pick me up at my door, or if I would prefer to meet elsewhere. He is around 46, and has been married twice, with 3 children, one of them grown and out of the house. I tell you this, because I think it is relevant to dating at my age. Anyway, it was hotter than love outside, but we went to a car show, then to a bar for beers and burgers afterward. Conversation was easy, had a lot of laughs, had numerous things in common. He brought me home, came in and I showed him some of the work I have done on my house, we had a chaste kiss, he told me he would really like to see me again, and left. We texted for a few days after, then it began to slack off, until it trickled to nothing. He took his profile off POF for quite awhile, then I noticed the other day it is back on. WTF?

3. Randy – hell I might as well use his real name, because you all don’t know who the hell I am, so what does it matter?? Sometimes the alises are just fun to make up though. This guy and I corresponded back and forth for awhile, and finally ended up meeting on a Sunday, shortly after my date with #2. I actually was very comfortable talking to him on the phone, he seemed very serene and had one of those voices that make you feel very calm. We were going to meet for a drink somewhere, but I just invited him to my house and we floated around in my pool while drinking a beer. Great conversation, laughs, . . .which then led into the same sort of almost non-existent texting thing, and then into the great void of nothingness again.

After these two I took a long break. I didn’t know if I wanted to do the internet thing anymore. It seemed like it took up a lot of my time, and never led to much of anything beyond a first meeting. But, even though I am one of the most sarcastic, pessimistic bitches I know, I can’t give up on trying to find my match. Back into the infested waters of POF I go.

4. Enter MP. I call him this because he is a retired MP. Talk about click! This guy and I clicked on all levels. Plus, bonus, he was also a phone talker, and not just a damn texter. I don’t mind texting, but I do enjoy talking on the phone. Maybe it’s generational thing. Anyway, we met in the middle of October, and had a wonderful evening. Lots of laughs, and we could talk on numerous topics. I knew he wasn’t divorced yet, and only separated, but he told me he had been separated for quite some time, and his intention was to get divorced. We got cozy in his truck, but it was quite chaste. We talk on the phone the next morning on his way to work, a couple of texts that night, then nothing. This one really bothered me. Too much click to end up in nowheresville, but it did anyway. I hid my profile, and it is still hidden. His also mysteriously disappeared shortly thereafter, only to reappear listing him in another city, he travels for work, but also as divorced instead of just being separated. I didn’t believe it, so I went digging. I knew there was no way he was divorced in just over a month. He had told me tons of information, and the internet makes it easy to find out lots of things, like the fact that he is still very married!! At least according to Facebook. His wife’s page is wide open, and she was visiting him in the new town he’s working in. Disappointment.

5. Currently texting with a guy from another town, who I may or may not meet. He is younger than me, and has never been married and has no kids. Hmmm. . .don’t know if that would work or not. I think he is just looking for an extended hook-up. We’ll see what happens. I don’t spend much time on it.

6. Cowboys are my downfall. Oh wait, so are military guys. Maybe it’s just men in general! hahaha Either way, I hooked up with a cowboy last Saturday night. I am not in the habit of picking up men in the bar. . . .anymore. I haven’t done the bar hook-up for years, and I have no idea what possessed me last Saturday night. I think it was a mixture of bourbon and dimples. He was cute and he talked like a damn cracker. No shit, the guy says, “gooder”, and when he does it in that little drawl, it’s cute as hell. But, this is where that question of “Does size matter?”, comes into play. Mind you, I don’t know that I will ever hang out with this guy again, and I don’t even really know him very well, so the question probably doesn’t need to be answered at this point. We didn’t exchange numbers, but I did message him on the FB. He is just cracker enough, that he only got a FB account about two weeks ago, and barely knows how to work the damn thing. But, I also left a note in his door with my number on it, and haven’t heard a thing. Don’t judge!! I was alone on New Year’s Eve, and he’s fun to hang out with!!

So, there it is, my All Male Review of 2012. I am sure there are women who have more impressive years than I do, considering all of mine result in a big batch of nothing. I can only hope that next year’s review, is a really short list. You know, like I will meet the man of my dreams at the beginning of January and won’t have to bore you with stories of my almost non-existent dating adventures!!

Fool for Your Love

I have spent the better part of the last 12 years of holidays alone.  I don’t mean alone without my son, or family, I mean alone without a special man in my life.  Maybe you’re thinking I should be more grateful for what I do have.  Maybe you’re right; maybe I should.  But I am still left wondering if I will spend the rest of my life alone.  Should I resign myself to loneliness?  Should I give up hoping there is that certain guy out there, who is wishing for me, like I am wishing for him?  I can’t seem to stop hoping.  I want to give up.  I think it would be easier if I could give up, but I can’t.  I am a fool.

Bursting Bubbles over at Seasons of Insanity

I just had the pleasure of doing Radar over at Seasons of Insanity. Oops, I meant to say, I just had the pleasure of doing a guest blog over at Seasons of Insanity. Silly me, I am quite confused!  But after the week I have had–Liebster nomination and guest blog–given to me by the only guy I know who has made perversion a true art form,who wouldn’t be??  You might think I have been giving him sexual favors or something. Not true!! I don’t put out for anything in return, I do it for pure pleasure. 😉 I know I am so full of shit, but just go over and take a read. Check out some of that zombie shit while you’re there too, because after tomorrow you’re going to need it!

Gum, Balloons, Bubbles. . . Things That Burst

It’s been how long??

Trying to figure out how long it takes to reach “born-again virgin” status.  Not that I am striving for it or anything, it’s just something that is happening naturally.  I don’t see sex in my near future, and that really pisses me the fuck off.

The Confines of Love

“Tis the hardest part of life,’ he said, ‘to be half of something and yet remain whole.’ –Edward Berry, “The Widow’s War”

I read a lot; to the detriment of my housework. As I read,  certain lines or passages in a book often catch my eye, and I will mark that page with a separate book mark so I can go back later and write it down.

The line above jumped off the page at me yesterday, and for good reason. It is an issue I struggle with regarding relationships. I think in the 80’s they started calling it codependence, and people started writing a lot of books about it in the early 90’s. I used to own many of them. I even read a lot of them, but it didn’t stop me from “being codependent”. I continued to lose myself within the confines of a relationship.

I suppose using the term “confines” almost makes a relationship sound like jail, and for some people it can be. For me it often is. It is a jail I make for myself. Sometimes the walls are put up quickly, almost right from the beginning, but other times the walls are built over an extended period of time. Quickly, if I am in a bad spot and not feeling confident and my self-esteem is poor, over time if I go into it being my typical, head-strong self knowing I won’t accept anything less than a man who wants me for being me, until the worry about whether he will continue to love me like I am, sets in.

Is it possible to remain to whole when you’re half of something? Can one remain the same person within a relationship that they are without a relationship? In a sense I think it’s impossible to be the same person alone, as when you are in a committed relationship. When it comes down to it, we are all altered by our interactions with other people, whether within a relationship, or just in passing. Allowances have to be made in order to be a “couple”. Decisions are made as a team, as opposed to being left to an individual. You have to consider another person’s thoughts and feelings, or else the relationship is one-sided, and really not a relationship at all.

In my head, the only way to not lose “me”, within “we”, is to choose a partner who is accepting of me and the person I am, and for me to stay true to myself. I can’t hide who I am, I have to be comfortable with who I am, and allow a man to see the real me and all the light and dark that is me. I have never been in a relationship where this has occurred, so I doubt it really exists. I read other people’s blogs though, and think that maybe it does, or at least it seems to. Real or imagined, I know it’s what I want; to be in that kind of relationship where I can just be me and be loved without judgement, or stipulation.

How about you? Do you think it exists? Have you experienced it?

Stranded At The Drive In

I got stood up for a blind date tonight. I guess he had a good reason; he got called in to work. I was unaware he worked in an on-call position. I found out about the time I was ready to head to the bar. I had never spoke to this man, it was set up by a friend of mine and her boyfriend.

Am I upset? Yes, but not because I was stood up. I am upset because I wasted a good make-up job, a good hairdo, and perfume. I was perfectly happy sitting at home today in my pajamas. Yes, all fucking day I sat around in my pajamas. I rarely do that, and it was quite enjoyable. I got out of those pajamas, and made myself look presentable for about 2 hours. Then I came home and washed the presentable off, because there was no meeting.

Is it so terrible that I don’t want to do this anymore? Don’t want to keep searching for the love of my life? Don’t want to keep being stood up for blind dates, or ignored and avoided after having a date? Is it so bad the I just want him to be here already, sitting beside me on the couch and sleeping in my bed?

I am so exhausted by all of it.

For Sure, Totally

I have no problem admitting it; I love the movie Valley Girl.  It’s one of my favorites because it’s totally tubular and bitchin’.  Okay, so it’s no wonder it didn’t win any awards, but Nic Cage looks freakin’ hot in this movie.  This was before he became creepy.

I am sitting here with color on my hair, watching it right now, as this morning I am still stuck in 80’s chick flick mode.  Here’s what gets me about this movie:

1.  The Soundtrack — You can’t go wrong with kick ass music like, “A Million Miles Away”, “Johnny Are You Queer”, “Eaten By the Monster of Love”, “She Talks in Stereo”, and the piece de resistance, “I Melt With You”.

2.  Nic Cage has his chest hair shaved in a pattern.  If he had as much hair on his head now, as he had on his chest then, he wouldn’t need abad  toupee.

3.  Classic movie lines:

Randy:  [to Julie after she dumps him] Well fuck you, for sure, like totally!

Fred Bailey:  Do you believe a girl should pet on the first date?
Girl: Who are you, Bozo the Clown?

Fred Bailey:  [warily surveying party food] What you got running here, a bait shop?
Suzi Brent: Like, it’s sushi, don’t you know?

Julie Richman:  Yeah, but Tommy can be such a dork, ya know? Like he’s got the bod, but his brains are bad news.

I could go on and on, because there’s just so many of them, but I need to wash this damn color out of my hair soon, so I need to finish up.

 

4.  The Click — The last, but most important reason I love this movie?  Is because of “the click”.

Some of you know exactly what I’m talking about, because you’ve experienced “the click”.  Julie and Randy experience “the click” in this movie, and that’s why I keep coming back to it.  I like to be reminded what “the click” feels like—“like I feel connected to you somehow. . .it’s like we’re linked”, and then he moves in for the kiss.  Yes, I have been lucky enough to experience “the click”, and more than once.  It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, I have a hard time walking away from it, just like Julie and Randy do.  I will chase “the click” to the ends of the earth, I will drop everything for it and drive hours to feel it, it’s like a drug and I can’t get enough of it.  I have never been able to walk away from “the click”, and I usually end up making an ass out of myself because of it.  “The click” is like a high, and I can’t get enough.

When was the last time you felt it?

Location, Location, Location

Whoever said places like Lowes and Home Depot are good places to meet a man is just a big, fat liar!!  My son and I ventured to one of these types of locations today and were sorely disappointed in what we saw.  Is it wrong of me to get my son involved in this?  Don’t jump to conclusions and think that I just bring any Tom, Dick or Harry around my kid right off the bat.  I don’t do that!!  However, I told him I wanted to do a little experiment today and scope some dudes at the store.  He was totally up for it.  He was quite nonchalant about it too, and didn’t point and comment about any of the guys in the store.  He waited until we had loaded up our purchases and were headed out of the parking lot before he said, “Mom, all those guys in there were kind of grimy.”  Most of them were also quite married, or old, or had HUGE guts, or a combination of all those things.  I am going to call a big strike-out on this experiment.  If my son, who can barely remember to brush his teeth without a reminder, can look at a guy and think they’re grimy, then I’ve got to agree with him.  So, guess it’s on to plan C, or is it fucking F or J by now?  I have lost track.

By the way, I have decided not to post an ad on Craigslist for a date for my Christmas party.  Here’s why–I perused the ads on there this morning, and I would have to say Plenty of Freaks (POF), is actually a step up from the Craigslist personals.  Now that’s really not saying much, but the farther you can get away from neanderthals, the better.  I prefer men who can put a sentence together.

 

Cheater, Cheater. . .Where’d you meet her?

“You know her, she’s my biographer.”  

Way to go General.  I think you’re a very intelligent man, but you were obviously thinking with the “Little Colonel” when it came to this decision.  Had to go and pick some bitch who started sending nasty emails to some other chick who she thought might be trying to edge in on her territory.  Oh, but wait!  There was another General taking care of that business already.  This whole thing comes off looking like a damn soap opera.  I do have to give kudos to Petraeus for just coming clean.  Hell, even Bill Clinton didn’t have the balls to do that!  I have always said I would have more respect for Bill if he would have just fessed up and told everyone he did the nasty with Monica.  Instead, he denied it, we had to hear about the stain on the dress, and on and on, ad nauseum until I couldn’t hardly take it anymore.

The topic of cheating is just so ripe for discussion.  If you read my blog on a regular basis, you know I have been cheated on.  I was cheated on by my ex-husband with one of my ex-best friends of almost 20 years, and I have been cheated on by my last two boyfriends also.  Sometimes I wonder if there’s something about me that just makes guys want to cheat on me.  Oh, bullshit!  I know there isn’t, but it does seem awful strange doesn’t it??

Here’s the deal, and many of you might not agree with this, but I don’t think wives are always just victims in this whole thing.  Yes, I do think there are men out there who are truly, just low-down, dirty, lying, sack-of-shit guys who only want to have their cake and fuck it too, but I think those guys are few and far between. I think in general, people do not set out to cheat.  I think the field has to be fertile in order for it to occur.  The conditions have to be just right.

Soon after my divorce, I figured out I had contributed to my ex-husband’s affair.  Did I tell him to do it?  Ummm. . .no, but I certainly didn’t do anything to prevent it from happening.  Our relationship was shit.  Our communication skills were almost non-existent at that point, our sex life was in the toilet, we didn’t even enjoy each other’s company, and could barely manage to be civil to each other at that point.  In fact, I’m not even sure why we were still married, except that we were both stubborn and didn’t want to admit to ourselves, or each other, that it wasn’t working.

Enter the “best friend”.  Here’s my shoulder, cry on it, tell me what a bitch she is, I’ll be so fucking understanding and tell you how wonderful you are.  Let me rub your penis for you.  Okay, so maybe not that last part, but you know that sex was part of it.  Basically, she was giving him something at that point that I couldn’t give him.  Trust me, it wasn’t intelligent conversation, because she doesn’t have much of it, but I’m guessing whatever it was, it gave him a big ‘ol ego boost.  So then it moved on to him thinking he needed to get rid of me–pregnant with his first child me–and marry her.  So he did.  I forgave him at some point, after I stopped being fucking furious with him for being a dumbass douche bag, but I still haven’t forgiven her.  I will never forgive her.  Do I hate her?  No, because she is not worth that emotion.  I am apathetic towards her–which contains the word pathetic, which I believe she is.  You don’t fuck over your friends.

I think I might have strayed from my point though.  I was watching Oprah one day about six months after my divorce was final, and the topic was infidelity.  She said something that continues to resonate with me to this day.  She said, “If the door isn’t open, no one is able to walk through it.”  Meaning, if you have a strong relationship, if your relationship with your spouse is good and healthy and functioning, neither one of you is interested in fucking that up, so no one else can come between you and your spouse/partner.  Why the fuck didn’t I think of that?  It makes perfect sense when you think about it that way doesn’t it?  It takes two to make a marriage, and it takes two to break it.  Now that doesn’t mean he needed to be sticking his dick into some other chick, but I guess he thought that was necessary.

Really, the grown-up thing to do would’ve been to come to me and tell me he didn’t love me anymore and he wanted a divorce.  But people, especially adults, don’t always do grown-up kinds of things when it comes to love and sex.  We are human and we make mistakes, and we pick wrong, and we hurt people we vowed to love until death us do part.  So right now these two very powerful men,  are being publicly humiliated for making extremely poor choices.  I guess it just goes to show that no matter how much rank, or money, or power you have, one wrong decision made for a moment of passion, can devastate a marriage, a career, an entire lifetime.

Life in general is messy, and the general(s), seems to be in a bit of a mess right now.

 

 

(I definitely encourage comments on this topic, because I can debate this sort of thing all day!  🙂 )

The Chemistry of Love

Do you remember those old anti-drug commercials from the 80’s??

 

I remember them.  Don’t know if they’re the reason I didn’t do drugs, or if it was because I was smart enough to know that if I tried drugs, I would probably take it to the extreme, like I did with everything else, so I didn’t even go there.  But, love?  I have tried that numerous times, and according to Helen Fisher, love is pretty much like a drug.  When you fall in love, or lust, it gets all those sweet, addictive, feel-good chemicals flowing in your brain–dopamine, norepinephrine, and serotonin.  Consequently, when those chemicals start flowing, all kinds of other starts happening–you have tons of energy, you can’t eat, you can’t sleep, you think about the object of your desire constantly.  It’s like you’re walking around on a cloud, and everything seems so wonderful.  The sun shines brighter, the air smells sweeter.

Sounds good, doesn’t it?  Why wouldn’t you want to be in love?  It’s a huge rush, and I’m like a junkie looking for a fix.  I love being in love.  Here’s your brain. . .here’s your brain on love. . . any questions?

 

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