Category Archives: Temptation

It’s Official.

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I’m giving up men for Lent.

I kicked the habit with a hell of an example within reach… far more than just the proverbial straw that broke the camels back.

I’m a glutton for punishment. I set this moment in motion hours ahead of time. I ask for this.

Hard to admit… but so so true.

He’s just not that into me…. and it hits me as I’m walking out in the midst of his “you’re a really nice girl…” speech.

I’m tapping out, with no one to blame but myself.

I have the worst taste in men, imaginable. Seriously…. to the point I could write a bestseller about my disastrous love life.

There’s a few must haves that guarantee I’ll like you.

1. Don’t call. Yeah ever. That’s hot… Ok I so don’t understand this about myself… but my gawd it works. Insult me with your disinterest and I’ll love you forever.

Reason #1 I should not be dating.

2. Cheat… or just care so little about me that you’re still shopping. That’s awesome. Something all the men I’ve been attracted to in the last year have in common, as well. 90% of them feeling completely comfortable shopping right in front of me.

Reason #2 I’m climbing out of the pool.

3. Lie to me. Frankly the truth seems to suck a lot worse from my perspective right now, so I’m not really kidding about this one. Blah.

Reason #3… As a service to womankind I should not be allowed to date until I stop encouraging men to be liars.

#4. Reject me, criticize me, make me doubt myself? I’m completely clueless as to why this is attractive to me…. but damn. I have to admit it’s a pattern they all have in common.

Plenty of reasons why NOT.

Along with the last guy I really liked… not being that guy.

I’m done torturing myself.

I’ve officially had it.

I can’t be trusted. My taste in men is detrimental to my health.

Nice doesn’t do it for me.

and BONUS points for February, apparently?

I knew early on, just looking at the situation unfold in front of me…

Three men seated in front of me, all beautiful. All ironed. All clean cut smelling amazing goodness.

My favorite dimpled sales rep is brazenly flirtatious and so damn cute it’s ridiculous. Frat boy delicious with a career.

The new guy is like Barbie’s counterpart Ken, come to life. Tall, broad shoulders, well dressed, in shades of purple even. He’s a visual treat…. and armed with nice words.

S- He told us we were going to a place where there were these hot sisters, pretty girls…etc. He exaggerates sometimes but he wasn’t lying. You’re a very pretty girl.

No I’m awkward now and walking away. The one guy out of three not saying anything nice? Yeah… I want that one.

If I ever complain, ever again, about the bad men in my life? Throw a fucking brick at me, because I create my own hell.

I’m swimming in good options and I only like bottom feeders.

In an entire orchard… I have an uncanny knack for biting into the one apple with a worm.

I joked about it with my sister last night…

J- I think I speak douche bag.

P- Yeah you do, fluently.

Ouch… but yeah… if it’s one thing I can pick out of a room full of men… it’s that guy we all need to try to avoid because he leaves so much to be desired.

I’m going to internet date for material and that’s it. Maybe it’s mean, but oh well- it can’t be worse than this.

I’ve been nice for long enough, I’m going to try being a nightmare for a while.

Nice girls are just as screwed as nice guys and I’ve never been a pain in the ass so perhaps that’s what I’m missing.

……Just as soon as I wash the disappointment of February off.

I’m so thankful there’s only a week left in this nightmare month.

Yeah you, Mike….aka “The Plate”

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Ohhhh Mikey… You’re going to learn a very big boy lesson right now. Us grown girls don’t fuck around and we do not take it lightly when you think for a second that you can make sad examples of our baby sisters. You have barked up the wrong tree this time, good old plate-man. Some of us don’t give a fuck what you’re capable of in bed. We care about your character…. of which you have none.

I just have one thing to say… She’s what… 20? Hmmm… Honestly? That’s so much easier to hide your bipolar alcoholism from. Way to go you…

She’s a poor man’s Lovely, and you know it…. but then we all do.

Yep… I’m not fucking nice…. and when you mess with the best? You mess with the meanest bitch with a keyboard in the Pacific Northwest…. but honey… you mess with her? You mess with the whole lot of us… and we love her enough to hang our bare asses out to make an even bigger ass of you.

Doubt me? I’m counting on it. Go ahead and try me… and I’ll lay your tiny little sad details bare… and you can walk around barefoot picking up the pathetic shards of your life while I laugh, point at you and mock your existence.

Umm hmmm… just ask the boys who’s unflattering nicknames highlight the tags on my blog…

I live to humiliate the worthy.

I work hard to empower the women I know are worth it… and this man? Not that he qualifies as a man… he deserves the shameful ass-handing he’s about to get.

Hi Mike… kiss, kiss… guess what? I never really liked you. I tolerated you because you meant something to someone I loved as much or more than I love than my sisters. Yep… you lucky piece of shit… you actually made it worthwhile to humiliate you, and I’ve taken a vow of angelic perfection.

My curls are hanging just right… my ruby red lips are smiling… and my darling boyfriend is out being better than you without even trying. Asleep… he has you beat.

Good game, high 5… Bitch…. and ohhh honey… don’t lie… cause I’m cataloging them and I will systematically destroy you publicly if you continue to contact my darling girl.

Though I’d love to know how you get out of these details… and I’d pay big bucks to be a fly on the wall if she reads it to you, looking for answers. Come on, tell me… cause I’m dying to know… Mikey doesn’t like it?

20 is fuckable… not permanent… lol… but then you knew that because you WILL NOT LEAVE MY LOVELY ALONE.

:) lol… go ahead… take it away my darling Lovely friend…..

Dear K,

I understand the discomfort in hearing from me, I’d be equally as uncomfortable if I’d gotten an email from you.

But I didn’t.

I was faced with the reality of you being a part of my boyfriend’s life when one of our close friends, G, broke down and cried the week after I got back from scattering my dad’s ashes in Hawaii. That was late October. It was the night that Mike crashed the boat and he called me. I was sitting on his couch, watching tv and we had plans the next day when he got back from elk hunting.

I had no idea you even existed in our relationship. I’m sorry if you’re equally as shocked right now. It is not my intention- I only know that if nobody had told me about you, I never would have known and would still be thinking about my future and life with him. We talked marriage .I have a close relationship with his son. We rode bikes around town and looked at houses for sale. We had two dogs together, Tanman and Tuck. We grew a garden together.  He built us a bed from his bare hands. I am sorry to share my pain with you, but you deserve the truth as much as I did.

Unfortunately… this hasn’t really ended between him and I. We are still sexually active. I’ve been intimate with him this week. He still expresses his love but he has told me it’s over between the two of you. He told me you’d found out about me and ended things.

One thing sticks in my mind though… he tells me always that if I really want to make him hate me, or end things forever, then I’ll tell you what’s going on.

This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write, because I really truly love him. The facts on the ground are that it’s an unhealthy abusive relationship and I apologize if I’m hurting you to save myself, but it’s only right. You deserve the truth he worked so hard to hide from me. You deserve to know that I’m not just some crazy ex he’s labeled me as.

I’m quite Lovely. I have amazing friends who love me and a family that I go overboard to protect. I’m a good person and I have a good heart. I have had a rough year, but my heart and life are full. I am blessed to have people in my life who hold me accountable; and this is why I’m writing this letter to you today. I’m damn funny, and in any other circumstance my guess is that we might get along famously, and hell…. we are Eskimo sisters now. I’m sure you’re very nice too.

I’ve heard he takes you to the same places… and he probably says the same things. I’m sure you play with our dog and I heard you work at the animal hospital so I’m sure Tanner probably loves you… that is particularly painful because we made a choice together with regards to our future, one that I’m not part of like I used to be. So shoot me… I miss my dog and it sucks to think about someone else being the face he wakes up to.

I’ve done everything I could think of to avoid sending this to you- and frankly he threatens that if I said anything to you he’d simply fuck some other girl from the bar. This week, someone told me you are still very much a part of his life. I’ve asked, and he hasn’t mentioned you- so it was the same old shock, all over again. I realized that if I didn’t say something to you, I was just as culpable as Mike keeping you a secret from me. I know we were intimate with him at the same time because he’s admitted as much to me.

I’m sure you don’t like me. I’m positive you’ve been conditioned to think I’m some crazy ex girlfriend, just like I’ve been told you’re out of the picture.

You can call me if you want to talk to me. I completely understand if you don’t. The very sad truth of it all is that we both fell for the same guy and we both deserve more. He was my best friend and the love of my life… and one attempt to get over this whole nightmare was cutting up his deer over mimosas to “My Best Friend’s Wedding”… one of many examples of our attempts to make it all better and get back on track over the last few months.

Because years of love, heartache, absolute joy, and then total sadness have a way of making even the most inane moments feel so perfect. He seeks me out. I cave. I’m sorry if you have somehow been caught in the chaos of the unraveling of our relationship- but you deserve truth, if nothing else.

Perhaps I’m just the wrong girl, or perhaps it was all just a lesson and this is just a simple set of Cliff Notes for you to understand. Perhaps it just is, what it is. But… if nothing else… I believe you deserve the truth….and if the truth sets you free?  Then hey… You’re fucking welcome. :)

My number is ***-***-****. You can call or text me if you need. I have answers if you’re wanting them.

As for me? I just want you to know what I know.

-L

Eleven lessons learned…

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To say I’ve had a hard year is like saying Bernie Madoff only borrowed a few bucks.

I’ve spent enough money on water that I could have bought a new car. A nicer car than I drive… lol

I’ve dated King Douchebag…  and several of his minions. To be compared to Nathan Steinbauer means you’re worthless, for all the minions that read my blog, and yes, I mean you- if I haven’t told you to your face <yet>, you were a total waste of my time. ALL of you.

But…

In making mistakes you gain wisdom… and I’m sharing my favorite eleven lessons I learned this year….

1. Men don’t lie. Boys do… and generally because they’re compensating for <cough> failures in other areas. Especially the men with equipment failure. Dude… we notice- FIX it. In this day and age, it’s just sad not to. If it’s not a problem with your dick, just that you are one? You serve a purpose in teaching all of us how to avoid you. Way to be an anti-role model. Way to aim low.

2. Marriage isn’t captivity unless you marry the wrong guy, and then it’s a life sentence. I swore I’d never do it again- but I’ve learned precisely why people get married recently. When you love someone so much that you want to be the only one privy to their heart? You lock it up. I claimed wife status again tonight after a customer was being rude.

DB- Nice rock, did your sugardaddy give you that?

J- No, my husband did, but maybe I’ll call him that later and see how he likes it.

DB- Hey I’m sorry, no offense to you or your husband. He must really love you.

J- I’m the lucky one, thank you.

DB- It’s cool when it works out like that. I’m divorced.

Shocker… lol… he was actually really cool after that- and apologized again. All I needed for him to respect me, was a husband. <eyeroll>

3. Any bad day can be fixed. Drop your clothes at the door and dance in your heels & panties with me to a little Biggie Smalls Hypnotize… I promise you’ll feel better.

4. Tomorrow really is always a new day. I’ve juggled so many damn bills this year it’s scary- and if I can do it, anyone can. If you’re willing to make the effort, you can pull it off, some way, some how. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy… well… yeah I would… cause it sucks… and I got a brand new pair of bitch panties for Christmas. It’s never too late to learn to stand up for yourself- and it only pisses off the people accustomed to taking advantage of you.

5. Fleas are forever… these damn dogs will be the death of me, I swear- or at least the cost of the Advantix.

6. People who rent say “NO PETS” for a reason. If you thought you didn’t love anyone’s children as much as yours, try loving a dog who requires that you pick dog hair off the milk carton IN the refrigerator. I rest my case. Want me to love your dog? Vacuum up the fucking hair. Every day, like it needs to be, but I shouldn’t HAVE to do.

7. Wear repellent. Want to scare off the douche bags? Put your favorite diamond on. Now when they smile and say “Ohhh holy shit, she’s married and what a rock” … I can laugh and say… “No…. What. A. Man.” It doesn’t matter it’s not from him. It doesn’t matter that I’m not married. My boyfriend is so good, that no one else will do…now that’s a job well done.  What matters is that men do have a healthy respect for the fact I’ve gleefully taken myself off the menu, and clearly- I’m expensive. Bonus- I get to wear something sparkly & pretty. Two birds, one rock, Amen.

8. Don’t shit where you eat. Now you’d think I’d have already learned this one, but what can I say… he was charming and attentive and I fell for his hoarding bullshit game. I’m reminded what a mistake it was every single time I have to run into him again. What was I thinking…. ???? More importantly, wtf was he thinking? It takes a whole new level of stupid to disrespect the girl writing the words your friends are reading. Read ‘em and weep, Hoarder- and hey… pick yourself up a tshirt while you’re at it.

9. Thou shalt not borrow without asking. Especially if it’s something of mine. I don’t share. I don’t have to, and I don’t want to. I’m nice enough that I’ll probably say yes if you ask, but I’d rather not. All bets are off if you make the decision for me and take something without asking… that’s right up there with pouring lighter fluid from the bottle into an open flame… you will get burned. I’m a huge fan of painful consequences.

10. Asking for help when you need it is the most grown up thing you can learn how to do. I die trying to do everything myself… and sometimes end up in a bigger mess as a result.  Help… my least favorite four letter word… is the one I need to learn most.

11. Real friends are priceless. These are the friends that don’t touch your things… regardless of whether we’re talking about men, makeup or your favorite sweater. Yes, as a matter of fact… I do expect them to hate the people I hate. Nobody’s  holding a gun to your head, but if you’re one of my true friends, you will know exactly how that sort of loyalty feels in return. I’m the one that helps you bury the body, but if you betray me? Brace yourself. It’s cold on the dark side of the moon, and you may as well move there because I do not forget and I do not forgive. I wont hate you- but if you were on fire and I was holding a glass of water? I’d drink it.

Rough year… holy shit… but it’s only getting better. I have amazing friends, amazing Love and a family that makes the chaos of it all, worthwhile. My family is still broken, but the details are falling into place and life is about to get easier. Hopefully at some point I’ll be able to say the same about the fracture in our family. Until then, we will strive to be happy.

My New Year started with a message of my favorite variety, and I’ve been smiling since.

It’s a good sign.

It’s going to be a good year…

Happy New Year, y’all… I hope you all have the same love in your life that I woke up to, on the first day of the new year. I already like this year better.

♥

Make-Up Sex

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I’m pretty cut and dried. When I’m done and over you- I’m never touching you again.

I don’t go back. Ever…well… once.

I have a girlfriend going through a breakup and she’s going back and forth every day. Torn because the companionship is nice, while knowing full well that it’s not working, and ultimately it’s ending.

It’s boring. He’s not that into her. He doesn’t make any effort… and she’s a pretty girl with plenty of options. His days are numbered….

But…

One night of make-up sex and her resolve is cloudy… her judgement is compromised.

Orgasms can retard you- especially when you’re feeling vulnerable. I don’t understand why men and women keep going back for more after they know it’s doomed, because everyone can smell desperation.

One person always gets hurt if you’re continuing on in a relationship that you know isn’t enough for you.

When it comes to make-up sex, you have to know when you’re past the point of making up.

There’s only one exception… and that’s if you’re over it. Time has to go by. You have to hate each other a little, and if you go there again? It’s make-up sex in a whole new way. This is “Let’s not hate each other” make-up sex.

By all means, it’s a sure thing and you’ll know exactly what you’re in for.

There’s only one person I’ve revisited- and at the point I found myself knee deep in the past, it was comfortably familiar. Past all of the awkward someone getting to know their way around how to touch you, stuff.

It was better the second time around, because I knew it was purely physical, and not having any expectations made it fun again- I didn’t have to impress him. I could be my comfortable self around him and not give a shit if he liked me either way. It was relaxing, easy… and near coma inducing, hot.

But.

If I had gone back with any feelings or ideas about it being anything else? I would have been setting myself up for failure.

Make-up sex is great if it’s used within the confines of a healthy relationship… but once it starts to go south? You gotta knock that shit off. It keeps people stuck in unhappy situations… and intimacy gives people too many mixed signals.

Use him when you’re over it if you hate the idea of not doing it again, but give it time for the feelings to die off…

Happiness is priceless, uncertainty sucks and being single really isn’t that bad. Wait for your fairytale… because it feels delicious to know it really does exist.

It’s SUPPOSED to be fun!

Good Lord in the Morning….

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Sometimes it’s better to not say what you can.

The sisters  + too much alcohol = T R O U B L E.

I could tell you the sordid little details of our evening… but I can’t. Too many people I know, respect and love read this stupid blog. So I’ll sum it up in a few morbid details.

Two of us got punched in the face by a guy.

One of us did the walk of shame.

Two of us got a tattoo.

One of us lost her coat… and found it.

Two of us had to see Mom this morning.

One of us got a drink thrown in her face.

Four of us danced our feet off.

Sisters are the best life has to offer as friends. These are the girls that love you even though your scandalous ass needs spanking.

I have some serious work ahead of me in making myself not look as destroyed as I feel. It’s always a wild week when Ms. Wild Ass comes home. She can out-party all of us and she’s good to go the next day. FML… I’m officially the oldest.

Work tonight is gonna kick my ass………. but not nearly as much as the after-party.