Hey chicks,

Are you normal?... as in, you have great features, and an interesting personality, but are not skank hoe nasty or Victoria's secret angel?  Well, have you ever wondered why it is so hard to get a date around town no matter what you do? I can tell you that I have wondered for a while. I have found the answer. Guys in TN don't want normal chicks. They have to have the most skank nasty hoe, or fight over the most ditzy and thinnest bitch that they see. I have had plenty of friends that look as if they don't take care of themselves at all, do the most disgusting things, and brag about being a hoe, and yet still they have more play than I do!!! what the fuck!!! As for the super model ditzy types, they are a given. most men (I can't say everyone because you get people saying "I don't so you can't say everyone" even when that's exactly want they want) want someone who is molded right after someone they saw advertised on TV. Brains don't matter to men hoes...nope, I checked. I have tried it all... I have plenty of self confidence, so that is not the problem. I bought a Dr. Idiot (Phil) book, and read all the way through it, but still no fish in my ocean. I have even ruffied (however you spell that) my own drink, and still no rapist.....that was just a joke. Why is it that I always see the hottest men walkin' around with the same nasty, no hair washin', dirty, hoe braggin', slut. Why is it that my male friends are always talkin' about the nastiest shit their women do, but still turn around and scream, "I love that girl, I could never leave her cheatin' ass."  For all those regular ladies that have a decent man, and want to keep him...watch out for the ugliest girl you can think of... she is commin' to steal your shit!!! She is waiting with a tub of lard (she squeezed outta her hair), some Mc Donalds fries, and  crack rock to lure your man from the security of your arms. I can't say that it's been entirely dry for me. Of course I get the stereotypical dudes... The Red Neck---> Hey baby, I thought the AXE spray would cover up the smell of stank so I could buy you a drink and take you home and molest you in front of all my cousins.

the rapper---> Yeah baby, I got this gig in a month, and I got my own record label commin out as long as I sell enough drugs to flip the bill.

and let us not forget the seemingly normal man who is really fucked up...no I mean really fucked up---> (week one) Yeah, baby, things are great. you should come skiing with me next week. (week two) Please take the pills, I do them all the time, nothing happens to me!! (week three) If you made it to week three you are most likely in  a ditch or bailing your man outta jail. Creepy!!!

For all the skank nasty bitches( and you know who you are) please throw the most decent man you have wrapped in your lard love spell out. send him to other girls so they can have some fun too. There's not need to hog them all...that's why Mc Donalds was invented, so that you can have one man and eat Mc Donalds instead of spread disease.

P.S. I hate Victoria Secret. They never carry my bra size.

I know this isn't really funny, but I just had this conversation at work yesterday with some of my co-workers.  

I've also noticed this:
The women who treat their men like shit have them bending over backwards to please them and the women who really treat a man with respect and actually do things for him because they want to get no respect from their men.

Strange isn't it?  

Even though I'm not single, I feel for you, babe.  My mother used to tell me, "men may date women like that but they don't marry them".  That is true but it doesn't help the issue much, I know.  This is what I have to say about that:  The men that put themselves through women like that are just like them and you don't want to date them anyway.  Somewhere out there is a man that is just right for YOU that is the perfect match for YOU.  It may seem like he's planets away and that life is simply not going to go on without him because you are lonely, but you won't always be lonely.  You will find him in an unexpected place.  In my first, very unhappy marriage, a friend told me, "you settled for something you didn't want because you thought you would never get the right one."  She was right.  I settled.  Then I found the right one.  In another country.  But, don't think that its all wine and roses even with the right one.  The Cleavers don't really exist and all men have faults, just as we women do.  
Never mind about the skank-chasers.  They chase skank because they are settling for something they don't really want because they are afraid they don't deserve the best.  You are the best.  Keep it that way, and the right one (the non-skank-hoe-chasing-perfect-match-for-bluelollipop one) will come around.

Import the boys from out of state...that's what I had to do with Zero. lol  He's originally from Missouri.  I also second the Victoria Secret. I'd like to be able to TRY ON my bras before I buy them.

Oh...Don't get me started on Victoria Secret.  They only cater to women who have iddy-biddy titties.  They don't seem to realize that even normal sized women can have big bazoongas!  

*hugs Sea*

Wow, bluelollipop, did you ever hit a nerve!  You are absolutely, absolutely, absolutely right!!!  My daughter has described all three of my husband's girlfriends (It's a long story, we're divorcing......) as broken crack hoes.  I have kept myself in decent shape, exercise, eat right, etc,etc,etc....

And the one date I've been on since our split was an evening from hell.  The epitomy of the evening was when he said he'd crawl a mile over broken glass to hear me pee in an empty bucket..........     I realize the sentiment may have been complimentary, but Ye Gods........

And the worst of all, the men who come into where I work who seem nice, sane, and attractive all seem to have wives that are unkept, bitchy, demanding, rude.  It's heartbreaking!

I'd say if you have to go for a guy. Go for a one in a uniform, Police, Fireman,Armed Forces. Most (not all) are sane,respectable,and have steady income. And it seems like you catch the right one, They are either divorced or going through one.   Because the so can't handle being alone, the hours, the stress ect. So that's my suggestion for the day.

— Amethystone wrote

I know this isn't really funny, but I just had this conversation at work yesterday with some of my co-workers. �

I've also noticed this:
The women who treat their men like shit have them bending over backwards to please them and the women who really treat a man with respect and actually do things for him because they want to get no respect from their men.

Strange isn't it? �

don't worry, i think it's funny when I re- read it, but it is still true for me. One guy told me my ascendant and moon were the reason good guys don't find me. What a load of BS!!

I second that Blue.  In my mind the reason it takes so long is because you're (not you personally) having to wait or be on the look out for the person that compliments you. Be that Astrologically or otherwise.

— Acasia wrote

Wow, bluelollipop, did you ever hit a nerve! �You are absolutely, absolutely, absolutely right!!! �My daughter has described all three of my husband's girlfriends (It's a long story, we're divorcing......) as broken crack hoes. �I have kept myself in decent shape, exercise, eat right, etc,etc,etc....

And the one date I've been on since our split was an evening from hell. �The epitomy of the evening was when he said he'd crawl a mile over broken glass to hear me pee in an empty bucket.......... � � I realize the sentiment may have been complimentary, but Ye Gods........

And the worst of all, the men who come into where I work who seem nice, sane, and attractive all seem to have wives that are unkept, bitchy, demanding, rude. �It's heartbreaking!

That date was the man number three guy, you now the  seemingly normal.... I dated a guy once that ended up standing at my window and screaming for me to come down until the cops came. What a shame, he looked so good!!!

You know, you are so right about that rant!!! I've always wondered why I can't get a date. One of my friends actually told me that my standards were too high!    I said why? Because I like intellegent men who can actually carry on a conversation and will treat me with respect? She didn't get it. Guess she was one of the skanks because she always had dates!!

Funny how people like that always talk about "standards" until they contract something.  (*giggle* in dumb-girlie voice, "a standard is like a neckline.  If you lower it, you can bang anybody!) *sigh*.  Its girls like that that make the rest of the American female population look like stupid bimbos.  I say we ship all the ones with the lower standards (i.e. necklines and waistlines) to Afghanistan.  Lord knows they need some lower standards over there.

i'm just thinkin about how when i cleared my immediate perspective of skanky hoe-ness, i found men who dated classy women...

this, of course, meant leaving my club running party days in my past. always knew i did it up right - am content now "looking back" on this time in my life, content that it's complete and I didn't miss out on a damn thing. however, i did meet my fiance in the party scene, and we grew up and out of it together. i wasn't looking for anyone when we started dating, but if i was, i'm sure it would've helped to know exactly what i was looking for, instead of brewing up hate anger towards specific women dating attractive men... it's frustrating i know, but remember, each relationship is different, each skank and fine lookin man are individuals doing their own thing - why feel such an inner tension because two people, two entities, in your observable universe found an enjoyable way to spend their time for the moment?...just know what would make your moment enjoyable then get to doing it.

as within, so without. as above, so below. if you no longer wish to be angered by skanky-type actions, then dissolve yourself of skanky-type perceptions. i guess i'm saying take off your skank-colored glasses. this also begs the question - is it the actions of skanks or the particular individual that gets your feathers ruffled? 10 years from now when these girls have families and have cleaned up, will you still be offended by them?

if you crave love, create perceptions of love, ways to group observations and thoughts that result in pleasing feelings for you, and watch it show up everywhere, all the time, everyday. now i'm sayin put on your rose-colored glasses.

and if you're having fun with the club scene darlin, just let it ride - you know it's all about the draaaaama, and it won't last forever

— RealEyez_the_Phoenix wrote

i'm just thinkin about how when i cleared my immediate perspective of skanky hoe-ness, i found men who dated classy women...

this, of course, meant leaving my club running party days in my past. always knew i did it up right - am content now "looking back" on this time in my life, content that it's complete and I didn't miss out on a damn thing. however, i did meet my fiance in the party scene, and we grew up and out of it together. i wasn't looking for anyone when we started dating, but if i was, i'm sure it would've helped to know exactly what i was looking for, instead of brewing up hate anger towards specific women dating attractive men... it's frustrating i know, but remember, each relationship is different, each skank and fine lookin man are individuals doing their own thing - why feel such an inner tension because two people, two entities, in your observable universe found an enjoyable way to spend their time for the moment?...just know what would make your moment enjoyable then get to doing it.

as within, so without. as above, so below. if you no longer wish to be angered by skanky-type actions, then dissolve yourself of skanky-type perceptions. i guess i'm saying take off your skank-colored glasses. this also begs the question - is it the actions of skanks or the particular individual that gets your feathers ruffled? 10 years from now when these girls have families and have cleaned up, will you still be offended by them?

if you crave love, create perceptions of love, ways to group observations and thoughts that result in pleasing feelings for you, and watch it show up everywhere, all the time, everyday. now i'm sayin put on your rose-colored glasses.

and if you're having fun with the club scene darlin, just let it ride - you know it's all about the draaaaama, and it won't last forever

You know you are so right... I should take off my skank glasses. but I'm not just talking about club scene drama, which I have left behind. That was just an example. I was actually trying to bring a bit of humor into the whole thing. I do have actual literal real life examples of the things the rant is about. I don't just walk around judging people I see on the street... that would be ridiculous. Let me ask you---> If I came to you, and told you that I do loads of drugs every  night, cheated on my man with  his best friend, and then said that your man was hot. the next time you saw me talking to your man in public, or even just by  himself, would you not think, "skank"? Or if I (being the hoe) was dating a good guy friend of yours and had told you all that crap, and no matter what you told him, I still continued to do all that stuff and he still continued to date me, would you respect me then? (really though, I am not like that at all!) When those girls that used to play "tha game" settle down to play a different game with respectable rules, I am happy for them. I do not resent anyone who happy and successful in life, unless it is by unethical dealings. As for the guys... yep that has to be straight up club days and internet dating. Hell, the guys I find online have to be more ruthless than the ones I meet on the street!

That law of Correspondences is one of my favorites!  I figure if the slantingly  fall under that category, some of them may not even get out of the game. Not everyone understands things the way you and I do. I'm just competition to them. I feel I deserve true love and happiness, just as much as anyone else, even those on a more scandalous route in life. I'm not jealous that they have someone, I'm disgusted at their greed and deception. I'm  sympathetic to the gentlemen whose hearts they've crushed, and I am angry that although they got a man that they want mine, and I am pissed that my man fell for it. Of course you're thinking that I shouldn't have been with him n the first place, and that is straight truth. B ut if that crackhead hadn't have been fuckin around my man, and if my man would have never listened to all that racket she was makin, maybe I wouldn't have a broken heart. As we all know, Broken hearts aren't as easy to repair as the fun-loving skank hoe makes it look.

As far as creating love around me, i have done that. But the love that I have is not the sexually gratifying kind, or the kind that wraps his arms around me tight and tells me that I am beautiful and special and worthy of his attention. I know all that is true, but you like to hear it also, that's why people date, because they like to hear it and feel it from another just as special, beautiful, and deserving of their attention as themselves.  I could turn asexual, and I could turn skank hoe, but I would rather not. I know the right one is out there, and I know you have to weed and take care of your garden, or it will get over grown and infested with things that make your beautiful purchased plants die. This rant was about th weeding part, and I am sure that when my love blossoms it will be the most beautiful thing yet.