1) How much does he think he will regret not marrying you? On
a scale of 1 to 10, and of course an explanation is required
I'll have to say 1. If it was any other score, I would have
changed things by now, right? Invading Honest Bitch's subconscious doesn't
count as making a genuine effort.
2) Does Mr. X find your blog more insightful or insulting?
I find the Honest
Bitch's blog interesting. It swings from insightful to insulting like a
pendulum. Consistently and like clockwork
3) You said he has a girlfriend now; I want to know if there
are ever moments he wishes she was you?
Wow, everyone wants to hook me and Honest Bitch up, don't
they?
4) Has the fact she's a blogger affected your relationship?
No, why would it? Women talk. At least I can see what Honest
Bitch has to say!
5) Explain how you have at least 2 women into you when
you're such a dick?
I'd like to thank Taylor Swift for this question. All men
are dicks and the reality women should accept is that most women are attracted
to bad boys. Why? Because a nice boy is boring.
6) Does the Honest Bitch write about everything that happens
between you or does she leave things out. If she does, does the things she
decides not to write about bother you?
Honest Bitch does leave things out but it doesn't bother me.
It's her blog, it's her business. Much like I have my man closet and it is my
business.
7) Has Mr. X every thought about starting his own blog?
I have one but to share with you the link would be to share
my identity. I'd prefer to avoid the hate mail from Taylor Swift and co.
8) Would you ever set THB up with one of your friends?
No. I think Honest Bitch is an attractive and charismatic
woman. She can get her own men (even her taste in men is appalling).
9) We hear about your screw ups, but has The Honest Bitch ever hurt you? And if so have you forgiven her?
I have very thick skin. I didn't get to be like this by being soft.
10) If you had one wish for The Honest Bitch what would it
be?
I want her to find a man that will treat her right and make
her happy.
