Internet Fuck-Wits

I think I may be over this whole internet dating idea. It seemed like a great idea, however, if I stumble across one more idiot I may go on a murderous rampage.

The last piece of work, who happened to be 24 which should have been my first clue not to reply back, started by asking if I have Facebook and then asking if he could have a look. Which is weird, but fair enough, at least it proves I’m real.

He then follows that up with “do you have any full length pics”, that’s it I’m done. There is no possible good ending to that. He may as well started his message with; “hello, I’m a shallow tool who’s only here to get my balls licked.”

I mean fair enough, I understand where the bloke is coming from, but there is a way to ask such a question without coming off as a complete fuck-wit.

If it was just that one, it would be fine, however they all seem to be fucktards and I’m quickly running out of patience!

Anyways, I feel a little bit better for that rant, however I think I’m off to get a hug from something alcoholic right now, so I shall leave you with this question what is the worst opening line you’ve ever heard? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch

xoxo 

Top 5 Dating Site Profile Picture No-nos

As I said in my previous blog, I’ve decided to give Internet dating another go and over the past few weeks I’ve come to notice that men are utterly clueless when it comes to knowing what women are looking for when they look at a profile picture.

So for the sake of women everywhere I thought I’d list my top 5 dating site profile picture no-no’s and who knows, I may throw in a few things you should do as well just for good measure.

No-no #1 - The drunk picture: Nobody wants to date a man who clearly can’t hold his alcohol. I understand why you’re posting it, you’re going for that fun loving vibe, however, that’s not the vibe you’re giving off. You’re giving off more of the party every night, going nowhere in life, kind of vibe.

No-no #2 – The topless picture: I don’t have an issue with a topless picture being somewhere in your gallery; I do, however, have a problem with it being your main picture, especially if your face isn’t even in the picture. Forgetting the fact it’s sending out a strong “I’m only here to get laid” message. If you’re looking for more than that, you’re not going to be happy with the sort of woman a picture like that attracts, so just don’t do it.

No-no #3 – The surround by women picture: When I come across a picture of a guy who is surrounded by women, whether they’re real women or clearly model’s I always click no my reasoning is simple, drama. Men with lot of female friends in my experience come with a lot drama, and who wants that in a guy they haven't met yet?

No-no #4 – The hotter friend picture: This one should go without saying, but when you post a picture to a dating site you should be the hottest person in the picture. You don’t want to start a relationship with a woman fantasizing about your best friend.

No-no #5 – The slob picture: If you look like you haven’t moved off the couch in 2 weeks don’t be surprised if nobody is giving you any attention. There is a big difference between looking chilled and relaxed in a picture and looking like you’re afraid of the shower.

And just so this post is completely negative here are two things that women like to see in a dating site profile picture.

#1 – A suit: As cliché as it sounds, there is nothing more attractive than a man in a suit. It gives the appearance that the man is put together and knows what he wants in life. Appearances can be deceptive, but by the time she figures that out you’ll have hopefully won her over with your charm.

#2 – Your adorable dog: I can’t explain this one, it’s just one of those facts of life. A cute dog makes you better looking and more appealing. I’ve noticed it myself, guys I’d normally instantly pass on get a second look because their dog is gorgeous….and I’m not even a dog person.

Anyways, that’s just my thoughts on the matter, but I’d love to hear yours. What advice would you give men when it comes to picking their profile picture? Let me know in the comment box below and as always, stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxoxo

Internet Dating

In an attempt to push myself out of my comfort zone and break some walls down, I’ve decided to give internet dating another go. And I’ve quickly come to the conclusion I’m going to die alone and after seeing what’s out there…. I’m ok with that.

My biggest problem has not been the freaks, nor the instantly clingy men, nor the almost certain murderers; it’s actually been real life people. And by that I mean people I already know in the real world. I know that doesn’t sound like a big deal, but if I wanted to date people I already knew, I’d be dating them. That and some of them I have already dated and that clearly ended well.

The men I have managed to find that haven’t previously existed in the real world, have quickly caused me to flee for my safety. When someone is pushing to meet you in person after only 2 messages, they either only want to fuck your brains out or eat your brains out of your skull, either way I’m not really interested.

However, I shall persevere in my mission and who knows after all these losers in aluminium foil, maybe I’ll find my knight in shining armor, or maybe I’ll just get a few good blogs out of it…. Either way I’m happy.

I won’t leave you with a question this blog, however, I will ask you to leave your internet dating stories below, whether they’re good or bad I want to hear them. And as always my dears, stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch

xoxo 

Lord Of The C*nts

“It’s been 5 years feel free to get over it” – Mr. X

I have never wanted to punch Mr. X so much in my whole life. I’m not sure if that’s his way of show guilt or he’s just a flat out c*nt but I’m not impressed one little bit right now.

So my let me start by saying the events themselves I’m over, I forgive him completely, that’s why I’m able to talk to him and joke with him, I have no ill will (minus today) for him. We were young and stupid and I get that and I’m at peace with everything.

The problem is despite being at peace with everything, I’m fucked up, I’m scarred and despite forgiving him, those scars are still there, whether he or I likes it or not. I’m emotionally disfigured and I’m working on it, but that’s just how it is.

My goal for 2015 is to work on it, and that was going to be this blog before the lord of the c*nts upset me, but it’s going to take time to break down the walls I’ve created. That’s the problem, or scar if you will, that he’s left me with. I get the same complaint repeatitedly; the sex is fantastic, but I don’t let anyone in, so it’s impossible to have a real relationship with me. Like I said, I’m working on it, but those walls were built by an expert and will take a lot of time and dedicated effort to destroy.  

And in the meantime being told how to feel by some egotistical dick isn’t helping matters. I will get there, I just need to do it on my own terms and not to force it, because every time I’ve forced it in the past those walls have just gotten higher and thicker. And that’s kind of the opposite of what I’m going for here.

Anyways, I hope this post clarifies a few things, I know it’s made me feel better. I’ll fill you in on my plans to get over all this in my upcoming blogs, but in the meantime I shall leave you with this question; what scars have past relationships left you with and how have you overcome them? Let me know your thoughts and stories in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxoxo

What We Want

I went out for lunch today with my darling gay husband, and we decided to have a drink with lunch and one drink turned into two and two turned into three and three turned into me getting home at 2am.

While we were out, we got talking about what we really want in a partner. Me being chronically single and him going through men like tissues, it was an interesting subject.

The gay husband very clearly has a type; he goes for cocky boarding on asshole type men, whom are brutally honest, but have the ability to turn on the charm and make him laugh on cue. The interesting thing was when I asked what he really wants in a partner he said; a kind, respectable man, with a killer sense of humour. I found that a little strange given what he has been dating.

I don’t really have a type, the only thing my exes have in common is they all made me laugh, hell some of them are still making me laugh, be it more in a “what the hell was I thinking” sort of way but my point stands.

When I was asked what I want, it didn’t take me long to reply, I want a sweet, playful guy, who can make me laugh. The gay husband, however, was quick to point out that I may think I want a sweet guy but I don’t. Given the fact romance makes me horribly uncomfortable, a sweet guy would be wasted on me. I on the other hand, I believe romance and sweetness are two different things and I think there is a line of sweetness I’d be more than comfortable with. Just call me the Goldilocks of sweetness.

So between the gay husbands and my wish list, I’m left wondering, do we really know what we want in a partner and if so, why don’t we date it? I think I’m going to leave that question with you, and ask you this one as well; do you date what you want in a partner? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxoxo

Sabotage

I’m going to do something that I would never recommend anybody in their right mind do. I’m going to tell Mr. Block I’m a blogger. I do have a reason for doing it, however, I’m pretty sure my self-rationalisation is utter bullshit and the true reason is sabotage.  

My thought is if I can be completely honest with him from the start about my blogging, and he can accept it, I should be able to overlook the age thing. The problem being he won’t be able to accept it, no guy can, so this is just my way of writing him off without having to be the bad guy or looking petty because I can’t get over the fact he’s a crummy 7 days my junior.

Admittedly the age thing isn’t my only problem with Mr. Block so I could justify fleeing the situation, however, I was willing to overlook them and give him a chance before I found out he was a child, so surely if I flee now, there really is no saving face.

I know this whole thing sounds crazy, but deep down aren’t we all a little crazy? I’m just more upfront about my craziness than most. I also know what I’m doing couldn’t possibly end well for me, but I guess if I’m going to go down, I may as well go down in flames.

Anyways, my dears, I’m going to go and watch the world burn, but before I do, I shall leave you with this question; what little thing flips your crazy switch on? Let me know in the comment box below. And as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxo

All I Want For Christmas Is You

When you’re at work at 1 o’clock in the morning and answer the phone to two blokes singing “all I want for Christmas is you”, I’m pretty sure a normal person’s reaction isn’t to put them on speaker phone, wait for them to finish and then come out with “If you’re trying to woo me, the least you can do is sing in tune.” But I never claimed to be normal. Plus, working in the environment I do, any other response just wouldn’t have been acceptable.

But things like that are why I love working nights, it’s also why I haven’t completely written off Mr. Block yet, if a guy is willing to serenade you down the phone the least you can do is give him a chance. How many guys do you know that would be willing to do that?

I’ve always said the way to my heart is through laughter and he sure as hell made me laugh with that stunt. Actually, him and his minion are always making me laugh; without them I probably would have quit my job a long time ago. I had an interview the other day and part of me hopes I don’t get it because I’d miss them too much. Is that weird?

Anyways, I’m going to go and get some Christmas wrapping done and try and make the most of my time off because if I do get the new job I won’t have as much of it. But before I go I want to leave you with this question; what is the key to winning over your heart? Let me know in the comment box below and as always, stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxo

Bipolar Relationship

So despite my better judgement things with Mr. Block continues; and I can’t decide at this point whether I’m truly interested or if I’m a woman on a mission to find out what he’s hiding. It changes by the minute; half the time I want to cuddle up to him and spend a romantic evening and the other half I want to punch the creep in the face. The whole relationship is kind of bipolar.

I tried to feel him out in the conversation, and I do feel like I know him a little better now but it’s a work in progress. I did learn he’s been single 6 months and he says (like all men do when asked) that he’s after a relationship or to quote him directly “I’m ready to find someone to hold and enjoy life with”.  Call me a sucker, but I melted a little when I read that.

However, I’m not stupid, my guard is still up. I mean the man did block me. And there are other red-ish flags, he invited me over, which sounds sweet, but he knew I’d be working so either the thought was there and it’s sweet or it was just a gesture because he knew I couldn’t. And then when we finished our incredibly sweet conversation he said he’d message me when he was up. He messaged me at midnight; I messaged him back and didn’t hear from him again for 24 hours. So take that as you will, he did message me, he kept his word, but then he vanished leaving me more confused than ever.

I just don’t know what to make of him, and as we all remember from the Mr. X saga I don’t do well when I don’t know. I’m also having to bear in mind I work with this guy so whatever I do I have to do it in an adult way…. I don’t want to be an adult.

Anyways, my dears, I’m off to make some more poor decisions and see where this twisted tale leads me. But before I do I want to leave you with a question; have you ever made a decision you thought was bad that turned out to be good? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay, and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxo

A Victory for Alcohol

So the other night while out celebrating the launch of thehonestbitch.com I kind of did something you’re not meant to do, I drunkenly tweeted Mr. Block. The message simply said “You’re such a dick” but it was enough to get the ball rolling.

However, something very confusing happened during that conversation, he gave me his number. Why would you give your number to someone you blocked? I still don’t understand that move… but sometimes there just is no understanding men.

We managed to talk things out, or at least it appears we did, I was well and truly smashed at the time. He even unblocked me. Which I think counts as a victory for alcohol.

However, that didn’t last long, the tool followed up the next morning by unfriending me. I’m starting to think Mr. X is right and he’s hiding something. What, I don’t know, but something is off.

I sent Mr. Block a friend request because I was curious and yes, I know, curiosity killed the cat and all that, but I’m a blogger and the story wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t (how do you like that excuse?)

The strange thing is he accepted straight away so I’m well and truly confused now. And despite the fact, every fiber of my being is telling me to run, the blogger in me wants to see how the story plays out….. With me in tears I’m sure, but you never know, right?

Let me know your thoughts in the comment box below and while you’re there, let me know the last time curiosity burned you. I’m off to get some much needed sleep, so as always my dears, stay, and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxoxo

Lied To

I’m currently snuggled up in bed, forcing myself to write in an effort to shake my current mood. I’m not in a bad mood per se, it’s just… off.

This whole thing with the guy from work as thrown me. It’s not him not being interested that has upset me, I couldn’t care less about that. It’s the way he’s handled it that has irritated me.

I sent him a message on Twitter in an effort to get his side of the story. However, his side of the story is an outright lie. He insists he didn’t block me, however the evidence and logic strongly suggest otherwise.

So now I’m left with no answers, more questions and the knowledge I’m being lied to. So needless to say I’m a ray of fucking sunshine right now. And to top things off my hands are tied because at the end of the day I still have to work with this tool.

I’m so pissed off with the whole thing it has me in this mood where I don’t want to write, I don’t want to do anything and it shouldn’t be this way, after all I am on holiday. I should be enjoying myself, not dwelling on some loser who clearly wasn’t man enough to handle me.

Anyways, my dears, I’m going to go and get some sleep and with a little luck things will look better in the morning. But before I go, I shall leave you with this question; what do you do when you know you’re being lied to? Let me know in the comment box below. And as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxo

Blocked

I was snuggled up in bed earlier looking at some pictures of the guy I mentioned in yesterday blog. As I was looking at them, I realised I was being silly, it’s not that he’s unattractive, he’s actually pretty good looking. It’s just that he isn’t what I normally go for. He’s cleaner cut and little younger looking than I normally go for but that’s not a bad thing.

As I was laying there thinking about how cute he actually was, I went to send him a message. That’s when I noticed it…. The fucking moron blocked me.

Now forgetting the fact I didn’t do anything to deserve getting blocked, hell I haven’t even spoken to him in a few days. How stupid do you have to be to block someone, you still have to work with? Cool things off, say you’re no longer interested, fair enough, but to block someone, you still have to have some sort of relationship with is idiotic.

I’ll go into this is more detail later, I just needed to vent. Needless to say I’m not very happy right now, but these things happen. Admittedly, they seem to always happen to me, but I guess if my relationships went well, I’d be out of business so I should in some twisted way, be grateful.

Anyways, before I go I shall leave you with this question; why do we even bother dating? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxoxo

Looks Or Personality?

I’m going to start this blog with a question; what is more important looks or personality?

I’m currently flirting with the sweetest, most gentlemanly like man I’ve ever stumbled across. He is the prefect boyfriend material; the only problem is, I’m not attracted to him physically.

Now looks have never been the most important thing to me, just take a look at any number of my exes. The way to my heart has always been laughter, but I can’t help but wonder is it fair to accept a date from someone you’re not physically attracted to?

Let me start by saying I’ve not met this guy in person yet so this could all be for nothing, he might not be photogenic, bad angles, I might be in an overly judgmental mood; all I’m saying is I could be completely wrong and when I do meet him I might find him good looking, but as it stands right now…..not so much.

But that leaves me with the question, how important is it that I find him good looking? If he’s sweet and funny and treats me well does it really matter if he’s not eye candy as well? I’m going to leave that with you. Let me know your thoughts and advice in the comment box below and as always my dears, stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxoxo

Fuck It Reboot

I feel like it’s been a long time since I’ve been in a place where I even remotely felt ready for a relationship. I know there has been guys in the past few years, but nothing “real” for lack of a better word. They were all doomed from the start due to the fact I wasn’t in a place where I could be in a relationship my focus needed to be elsewhere.

I hate to blame Mr. X because despite everything we’re still friends, I like him and I’ve very grateful for everything that “relationship” taught me, but holy hell, it’s taken a long time to feel strong enough to be able to take a risk again.

 I’ve been dating sure fire failures for years because there is no real heartache involved when you know it’s doomed from the start. Don’t get me wrong, it still sucks, but it’s a quick rebound when you know it’s coming.

Over the past few weeks I seem to have snapped back to my old self. I’m flirting without thought, I’m messaging with a guy, and I’m being playful and not nearly as standoffish as I have been. I’m having fun with being single and I can’t remember the last time I was like this.

It’s almost as if all the drama, stress and pure hell of work over the past few months teamed with that long term underlying fear of getting hurt and has caused my brain to do what I’m going to call a “fuck it reboot”. It’s decided, I can’t control any of this; work, men, life so I may as well just have some fun. I’ll just deal with each battle on a need battle basis and with a little luck, at the end I’ll find out I’ve won the war or wake up with a nasty hangover.

Anyways, I need to go and work on that nasty hangover, however before I do, I shall leave you with a question; have you ever had a fuck it reboot and what caused it? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxo

The Departure Of Hank

So Hank has been returned to his natural habitat and I’m actually a little sad about it. I may have even shed a tear or two on the way home, which is completely ridiculous given the fact I didn’t even cry when the supervisor left. But for whatever reason I’m genuinely saddened by his departure.

Part of it is selfish, with him gone, my development fundamentally ceases and that’s horrifying to me. Part of the reason I love my job is the challenge and without the ability to grow to meet the challenges, what’s the point. I may as well just stay in bed.

The other part of it is I really like Hank, he is the grumpiest, sharped tongue asshole you’ll meet. But he’s genuine. Don’t get me wrong, he’s also sweet, super funny and a lot of fun to be around, but what I respect most is there’s nothing fake about him. He’s just unashamedly him and that’s awesome. He’s the sort of person I like to spend my time with in the real world. So it was nice to have someone like that in my work life too, it made work seem less flying knifey.  

I’m pretty sure the gay husband is going to miss him too. He was on a one man mission to marry us off. He wholeheartedly believes Hank may be the only man on the planet that has the ability to deal with me at my worse. I take a little offense to that, but I can’t disagree that Hank seemed to manage my moods effortlessly. That poor boy saw me at the worse I’ve been in years and came off completely unscathed. There are many that wouldn’t believe that to be possible.

I like to give credit where credit is due and that man is definitely special, but I hate to pop the gay husband’s bubble but I can’t foresee anything happening there. First of all, I’m not his type, second, I’ve never dated anybody younger than me and third of all, I occasionally enjoy sex and his penis is currently an investment banker.

And on that note, I shall leave you wonderful people with this question; why do people in relationships try to marry off their single friends? Let me know your thoughts in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 
xoxoxoxo

Rarely Used Penis

My temporary supervisor was telling that he hasn’t had sex in over a year and a half and at first I found that a little shocking, I mean he’s a young guy and at that age sex is meant to be what gets them out of bed in the morning, but after thinking about it, I actually find it incredibly attractive.

Hear me out for a second; I’ve reached an age where sex isn’t everything, what I’m looking for is an actual relationship and with someone like Hank at least I’d know his main goal isn’t to get in my pants.

Don’t get any funny ideas, I like Hank, he’s a great guy, but he’s already shot me down and after the epic saga that was Mr. X, I’m not going to peruse that anything further. I shall just take the hint and move on with my life.

I just happen to find it sad that the only way I feel comfortable at the minute that a guy isn’t just after sex is when it has gotten to the point where it’s been so long he’s forgotten how to use it.

Anyways, on that note I shall leave you with this question; is a guy that hasn’t had sex in a long time a turn on or a turn off? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch

xoxo

Feeling Single

I’ve been single for just over a month now and until recently I hadn’t really noticed. I know that sounds crazy, but given mine and Barney’s relationship it’s understandable. I didn’t see the man very often and towards the end of our relationship, our conversations weren’t very boyfriend/girlfriend like. Breaking up wasn’t any great loss…hell it wasn’t even a moderate loss.

That said, the other day for the first time in a very long time I truly felt single. What was the catalyst for this feeling you ask? 

This

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       Well, in actual fact, this.  

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Leave it to Ikea to make a girl feel all alone. I’m not an overly girly girl and going into the whole flat pack thing I felt confident. Then I opened the box and quickly realised why women get married.

Now don’t get me wrong this girl is no quitter and I did get it built, it may have taken 12 hours but I got it done. But even afterwards that all alone feeling lingered. There was nobody there to share in my flat pack triumph.

It was weird, I’m not someone to worry about my relationship status. I couldn’t care less whether I’m single or in a relationship. As long as I’m happy within myself anything else is a bonus.  

The way I see it is I spend all day around men and if I’m going to put up with one without being paid he better be something special. I get my fill of jerks and fuck-wits at work. Admittedly, I do get some sweethearts and real gems at work too, but for the most part…..I spend 90% of my night wondering how on earth most of these men are married and whether their women are being held captive King Kong style.

I really should be thankful that some of them are so repulsive, it was the thing that managed to pull me out of my “being single” funk. It’s hard to long after something when you’re wondering if soap and water are just a little too complicated for their species.

I have to admit there are a few men there that make being in a relationship seem tempting. I work with some absolutely lovely guys that would do anything for me and that often prove that not all men are bad. However, all that loveliness is quickly balanced out by a grown men having a temper-tantrums……the joys of the transport industry, eh?

Anyways, my dears, I am off to that lovely place I call bed to dream about doing very unladylike things to my Supervisor….what? Just because I’m content being single doesn’t mean this girl doesn’t have needs. Anyways, before I go I shall leave you with this question; what snaps you out of your “being single sucks” moods? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxo

A Surprisingly Nice Birthday

Despite my fears that my birthday was going to follow its normal trend and be horrible; it was actually very nice.

Because of a coworker's sudden “sickness” I ended up spending the first 6 or so hours of my birthday at work which oddly enough wasn’t so bad. The drivers were quick to stop moaning when they found out (which, if you’ve ever worked with truck drivers you’ll know is a miracle in its self”. Most wished me a happy birthday and gave me a hug…. Admittedly, there were a few wondering hands, but who can blame them.

My supervisor was a sweetheart and got some non-alcoholic beers in so the shunter and the two of us had a drink to celebrate the start of my birthday. He also got me some Turkish delight and shortbreads which I may or may not be eating now for breakfast right now at 9pm. I give credit where credit is due and the man was a total sweetheart and actually made working on my birthday almost pleasurable.

I got home from about quarter past 7 had a mojito and snuggled up in bed to watch a little TV. About a half hour later I heard my phone go off and when I had a look it was a message from Barney saying “Happy birthday princess, hope you have a wonderful day x” I was more than a little shocked, I’ve made it more than a little clear to you all I really wasn’t expecting to hear from him at all. We had a little chat and then I went to bed.

I woke up about noon to message from Barney asking if I wanted to meet up for a drink later in the day, which nearly gave me a heart attack. Didn’t see that one coming, but of course I agreed. So at about 5pm I went to meet him at the pub for a few hours. It was lovely to get to see him. It was a much needed reminder of why I put up with everything I do.

After seeing Barney I came home and had a few drinks, dinner and of course I enjoyed my birthday cake. Then the gay husband came around and we got ready to go out for a few drinks with some friends.

The night out was entertaining, we drank, we danced, we gossiped and I had to explain the bruise on my boob to a room full men and dirty minded women, that weren’t believing the truth about how I actually got a bruise so I had a lot fun making up stories. If you want to know a giant penis did it from the inside out.

I got home about 4am, very drunk, had another drink, crawled into bed and slept until 19:00 today…. Impressive I know. However, thanks to my sleeping binge, I managed to wake up without any sign of a hangover so as birthday presents go that might be the best one I received.

Anyways, I’m back at work tomorrow, so I need to make myself look human and get some more sleep. So I guess I should leave you with a question, what was your favorite birthday surprise? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch

xoxo

Birthday Weirdos

I’m going through one of those phases where everything that is hitting me on me…..shouldn’t be. It’s gotten
to the point where I’m starting to wonder if it’s not them, it’s me. Am I giving off some form of loser homing signal I’m not aware of?

Forgetting the strange Mr X incident, in the past week I’ve been hit on by not one, but two married truck drivers, a guy I used to flirt with many moons ago, an ex and today joining the pack of weirdos CM has made a reappearance.

What the fuck?

It’s always flattering to get hit on but when the quality of guy is as low as it has been you start to wonder if it’s more of an insult than a compliment.

CM’s reappearance was unexpected if you remember that far back, CM was in a 3 year relationship with someone else when we had our fling. Then I decided he had too many deal breakers and had to break things off. He informed me today, he has finally broken up with his girlfriend. That’s all well and good for him, but it doesn’t change anything, yes, he has one less deal breaker now but he still has far too many to overlook.

Plus, I’m spoken for… sort of. There are no titles with Barney and I yet so theoretically I’m single but I’m not about to play that game. Although I wish he'd realize I’m a woman in high demand (even if it’s by weirdos) and make a make a little more time for me.

The guy is trying and I see that and I appreciate it but its slow going and I turn 27 today; I’m not getting any younger. I’m not about to cry that my biological clock is ticking but I do want to settle down one day and I don’t want to look back and regret wasting my time on someone who couldn’t even spare a minute of his weekend to send me one lousy text message.

That’s my life right now, getting old and being unloved, or at least being unloved by anyone worth being loved by….. I hate my birthdays. They always seem to be the most depressing day of the year. Maybe because I’m always single for my birthday and I’m so far away from home, I just can’t help but feel alone or maybe it’s because getting old just sucks I don’t know. Maybe that’s the question of the blog; do you like your birthday? Why or why not? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxoxo