Saturday 29 January 2011

Renewing My Faith In Men

I think I’ve had my faith in men restored. Anyone who has read any of my blogs will know my track record in men is poor to say the least. Because of that I have a low opinion of men. I thought all men will there same. They were fuckwits, who only cared about themselves.

I was wrong. I had a conversation with a friend earlier and he was telling me about a girl he liked. As he was telling her how he felt, he found out she was dating one of his good friends. Instead of being mad or bitter he seems to have taken it in his stride. He said it sucks, but he’s rather her be happy (all together.... awwww). Who knew guys like the existed outside of chick flicks. I hope things work out for him. He deserves someone nice. He’s a good guy and we all knew there aren’t many of them left in the world.

Just hearing a guy thinking about more than his penis and actually care about someone besides himself warmed my heart. Maybe not all men are evil. It’s nice to have a little hope. However the guy is Canadian so maybe my theory on UK men is right.

I’m off guys, as always stay safe

Love Always

The Honest Bitch

Wednesday 26 January 2011

Why am I repeatedly dreaming this?

I’ve been having the same dream for a couple of weeks and I’ve decided to share it with you guys in an attempt to stop having it. (Wish me luck)

The Dream:

I’m laying in bed wear purple pyjamas, I open my eyes and look to my right there is Mr. X he’s in grey t –shirt and dark red boxers. Its clear nothing sexual has happen before this, it just looks like we feel asleep talking. We look at each other and smile, nothing is said and then we close our eye and go back to sleep.

There isn’t much to the dream and the fact I keep having it seems a little weird to me. So I’ve decided to make good use out of the dream dictionary I got for Christmas and see if that shines a little light on this dream.


I was wearing purple and that means- surrender, altruism, and perfection

Mr. X was wearing gray - dedication and service

And he had on red – strength, dynamism, sensuality, power and vitality

He was on my right side which is the more logical and confident side

We were in the bedroom which is a place of safety, were we can relax and be as sensual as we want.

He was someone I dated once as the means sexuality connected.

Smile – means you’re happy or pleased


I have surrendered the power in the relationship to Mr. X. I’ve given up the fight. There is still a little sexual chemistry but I’m happy and confident in my decision.

I really didn’t need to have that dream 30 times to work that out. I know I gave up that fight. I stopped caring and when you stop caring about something you stop fight for it.

In other news, why didn’t my beloved dream catcher stop that dream for coming back and hunting me?

Anyways Dolls I'm off to bed. Stay Safe


The Honest Bitch

Friday 21 January 2011

Are You Chicken?

There is a game I’ve coined called “Sexual Chicken”. This game is played between two flirtatious people either by email, chat or text message. (I guess you could play it in person but it would lose most of the challenge and skill involved). The idea is you send racier and racier messages back and forth until somebody backs down. Just like in normal chicken the first person to back down loses, but unlike normal chicken if nobody back down you don’t die, you make good on those racy messages. This is one game that if you do lose you actually are fucked.

This game is a great way to test the waters to see if sex is on the other persons mind too. It’s also a great way to move things along from the flirting talking stage to something a little more naked. It may take a few games before neither person backs down but it’s a lot of fun along the way.

I highly recommend only playing this game with someone you wouldn’t be heartbroken about sleeping with. I’ve played this game a fair bit but the amount of people I’ve played with is shockingly low, like you don’t need a full hand to count them on low.

You need the right sort of person to play with. There has to be some kind of want there and there also has to be some scariness or uncertainly too. It’s not a game of chicken with you aren’t a little scared and a little uncertain about the outcome.

I feel like the whole dating/flirting thing can be a little too serious at times and this game is a great way to lighten things up a bit. Not to mention, it never fails to put a smile on my face.

Anyways Dolls it’s Friday night and I think it’s time I open a bottle of wine. Have a great night and as always stay safe.

Love Always

The Honest Bitch


Friday 14 January 2011


“I don’t want to date you because I don’t want to end up in your blog.”

Because of that quote I’ve grown a little weary of guys that go from hot to cold in the blink of an eye. I kind of feel like they’re testing me, they just want to see what I will put in my blog and what I won’t.

What and what not I’ll put in my blog depends greatly on who you are. I have a different policy for boyfriends, causal dates, crushes and friends. Not to mention how I’ll write about you is very dependent on your attitude and actions towards me. I don’t create villains in my blogs, if you do nothing wrong, I have nothing bad to write about you. It’s not rocket science.

As a rule I don’t write about boyfriends unless they’re ok with it. It’s respect thing more than anything. I actually had a boyfriend a while back; we dated 6 or 7 months and as you know I didn’t talk mention him. He wasn’t even aware I had a blog. It just didn’t feel right talking behind his back.

Men I date on the other hand are fair game. I see it like this, I don’t get a choice in the other people he may be dating so why should he get a say in what I write? Also who on earth would be able to say for sure who I’m writing about. Only a handful of people know who I am and the odds of them knowing the guy are slim to none. I mean I don’t introduce my random dates to my friends.

When I’m writing about people who know who I am I just try and keep their personality in mind. It won’t affect what I say but it does affect how I’ll say it. Someone people like a spoon full of sugar with their bitchiness, others are man enough to take it straight.

People who don’t know who I am, I write about in whatever way I feel like at the time. Whatever my mood is is how they’ll be spoken about. Like I said before I don’t create villains so I’m always fair about what I write and how I write it. If they’re nice, I’m nice. If they’re mean, I’m a the biggest bitch knew to man, Karma

Anyway dolls I’m heading off. Stay Safe.

Love Always

The Honest Bitch


Tuesday 11 January 2011

Contact The Honest Bitch

I had someone on twitter ask if I had any other connect information. I have posted it on twitter before but that was about 500 followers ago. So I thought I'd post it on here.




Love you guys

The Honest Bitch


Sunday 9 January 2011

Men Born In The Wrong City

Hey Dolls,

I’m thinking about the few guys I’ve actually clicked with in this country. I’m sure you remember my theory that there is an ocean between land masses for a reason, and you shouldn’t date people who are not from your land mass. So I’m thinking about why I’ve managed to find 2 guys here that I’ve liked.

Clearly those two are Chicken Man and Mr. X. After thinking about it long and hard I’ve decided they have a non English attitude. Chicken Man is well travelled so I can blame his attitude on that. He reminds me of someone from Toronto. He’s a little rude in a way you can’t get made about. He comes off nice but in is privet he’s just a bit of a bitch.

Then we have Mr. X who is clearly a New Yorker. He’s wrapped up in his own world, a lot of attitude, could be mistaken for rude and not understood by outsiders. He rarely reads my blogs so I may get away with this. Plus I think that’s the nicest thing I’ve said in a while.

You’ve heard of men born in the wrong body, well these are men that were born in the wrong city. English people have a unique sense of humour and a way about them. I need to find someone on this island who doesn’t necessarily lacks those English traits but has them in a Canadian friendly dose. In 10 years I’ve found 2....I’m screwed.

Anyways my dears I’m heading to bed to dream about a Chicken Man that’s still in this country or a Mr. X that is dateable.

Nighty Night

The Honest Bitch


Thursday 6 January 2011

Turning a negative into a positive

Being a Toronto Maple Leafs fan I was born with thick thin. We are the most chirped and hated team in the NHL and because of this, we learn from a young age to have a sense of humour about things. We know we suck and half the chirping you hear about the Leafs are from other Leafs fan. And might I say our chirps are more original and funny then ones by other teams. The Maple Leafs last won Lord Stanley’s cup in 1967. That was before man walk on the moon. Here’s one for you that was before the 911 emergency service started. Hell Canada wasn’t even a hundred years old yet. Because of these horrible facts Leafs fans are experts in turning negatives into positives. Whether it just a joke that makes people smile (throwing waffles) or just enjoy the little victory like a good hit or great fight.

This is one of those hockey lessons that translates well into your day to day life, things may suck but there‘s still something positive you can take from it.

I’m not a positive person in general, my mind set isn’t “it’s raining....well the flowers will get watered”. My mind set is more “fuck my jeans are going to get wet.” However when it comes to relationships or work I like to forget the feelings and the tears and just hold on to the lessons. There is no use beating yourself up about things you can’t change but if you learned a lesson and are able to successfully apply that lesson in the future. It’s been worth it.

You may have gotten hurt once, but the lesson you learned from it will prevent you getting hurt again. So if 1 heartache can prevents 5 more....I think the lesson paid for its self. You may completely hate someone for what they’ve done, that my dear friend is motivation. Hate isn’t a negative thing if you do positive with it.

I’m heading off guys. I hope your 2011 has started off well. Remember 2011 it’s not rocket science.

Love Always

The Honest Bitch

Saturday 1 January 2011

The Reoccurring Crush

The reoccurring crush refers to someone whom you had a crush on, managed to convince yourself that they’re bad news and happily moved on from. Then out of thin air you start to think about that person again. It could be months or even years later. I’m sure I’m not the only person that has this problem and when you have crush relapse you have to go through the process of convincing yourself this person is an idiot all over again.

Once again this is caused by your idiot heart trying to an opinion about something. Your heart is almost always wrong so why the hell something that’s always wrong thinks it has the right to chime in is completely beyond me.

I find the whole thing rather tiresome. You spend a week listing the negative things about the person and by the end of it you come to the same conclusion you did month before. It’s a complete waste of time. So if you’re listening heart...Shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about.

I may come across a little short tempered about this matter, and I am. I have been suffering a reoccurring crush on the same person for years. I know within a week my brain will come back off vacation and bitch slap me into remembering he’s an asshole. So this whole process of him invading my mind is frustrating and pointless.

Anyways that my rant over. I actually feel a lot better for it. You guys always make me feel better. So let me ask you....Do you suffer from a reoccurring crush?

Have a lovely day guys, and as always...Stay safe.


The Honest Bitch


P.S I hope your hangovers aren't to bad. Happy New Year