Oh My Gosh I can't stand men! I really really can't. I try and be positive. I really do. I really really do. I try and read UN's blog and keep hope. And believe. I listen to Crab and what he says about men and there being good men out there blah blah blah and you know what
I CALL BULLSHIT!
And he didn't particularly do anything. Its just when we have the conversation about how I don't trust any man and honestly day by day I trust him less and less. Love him more and more but trust him less (what's that about? We will revisit that at some point) he says that. Ugh! I can barely even write it all out! He says there are good men. I say they are all peices of shit and show themselves to be peices of shit before I even get a chance to give them a chance. Let's run down all these dudes I've encountered.... case studies if you will...
Case study 1
The barber was the first dude I spoke with after the husband. He was cute. Nice body and all. Owned a barbershop... so anyway. He came over a couple of times we fooled around a bit. But wanted him to want to get to know me. He texted a lot. Never called. I invited him out he'd stand me up. He always wanted to come over and fuck. I never gave it to him. I tried to get to know him and for him to get to know me. No dice. He stopped calling
Case study 2
Met. Him at the bar. Had good convo about relationships. He seemed like a really great guy. I talked to him maybe five minutes on the phone once. Then... just texts. A couple of how's ur day... good... texts. that's it. Then there was a big snow storm and he texts that maybe he could come keep me warm. I text back to him I don't have male company. He says back
I wanna play santa and come down your chimney.
I text back lose my number
His name was then changed to DO NOT ANSWER. What the fuck did I ever say to you to make you think that sexual inuendos were appropriate. Jack shit. I'aint say Jack Shit for you to think it was ok.
Case study 3
A dude bought me a drink. Then he said that I shouldn't be drinking without eating so he told me to order myself some food. I did. He then proceeded to stand next to me and glare at anyone that even stopped to say hi to me. He was like a bulldog. I should have x'ed that shit then and there but my drunk ass always give these fuckers my phone number. He calls and we are just chatting. I told him I was at target and he says he lives around there. And then he says I should come have a drink at his place. I tell him no that I don't do that. It was like he didn't even hear me he kept repeating that shit and I in turn had to keep repaeating myself that no I do not go over dudes house and especially not to drink. Then I tell him besides I have my son with me. Don't you know this motherfucker said I should bring him with me? What in the entire fuck was in his brain. Who the fuck did he think he was talking to? His name was then changed to DO NOT ANSWER
Case Study 4
I met him at a bar (of course). I was dancing with his friends all night but he had a swag to him that night that I liked. We exchanged numbers. He took me to dinner in the city. It was mediocre. The only time he was talkative was when speaking about his twin daughters. First of all he was walking fast as shit and not even waiting for me. I was damn near jogging behind him. Second he didn't even talk to me at dinner. Just looked around. He was alright. I saw potential though. Great job. Good father. He talked about other places he wanted to take me... then his next idea to meet up was telling me that I should order the fight (the was a fight on) and he'd come over with food and drinks. I told him no I don't entertain men in my home especially not with drinks but I really enjoyed his company and maybe we could hookup some where. See I let him know I'm not about that fucking on my couch life after one date. I did not have to put him in do not answer because after that he put me in DO NOT CALL.
Case study 5
He owned a bar/lounge. He was funny and lively. He hit me on some sexual shit one night while I was there. I told him I don't have sex outside of a relation ship. He told me he wanted to be my man. Then he told me one thing though.... I couldn't tell anyone we were together because part of his success was women thinking he was available. He did not get put in do not answer because he let me drink for free. But I did tell him we couldn't be together.
Scientifically speaking. If you were to do an experiment and each time you performed said experiment the result was consistant wouldn't you use the evidence as your conclusion?
My hypothesis is that men ain't shit when it comes to me and relationships and my case studies resulted in men not being shit. In conclusion...
Men ain't shit!