When I was 19, I met Frankie, an Italian boy from NYC. Frankie was part owner in a modeling agency and his father owned a successful suit store back home. We would talk on the phone a few times a week and we would make plans to meet up. I would fly out to visit him in the city and he would either fly to LA and set us up in a suite at the Mondrian or we would just meet in Vegas for the weekend. He always took care of everything! If I invited friends out with us, Frankie paid for them too, like any man with the cash to spend should. It was all in good fun, no one had to put out... except me, and I was happy to do so! The truth was that I liked him! I liked the way he handled things, I liked going out and spending time with him, and most of all I enjoyed being treated like a
Back then, when I dated a guy, it was just known that he was going to pay. I NEVER offered a dime and no one ever asked or expected me to and come to think of it, my friends operated the same way. Now, I'm not some trashy, gold digging, bitch who uses men; sometimes I wish I could but the truth is that I pulled my own weight. I would always make it up to the person I was dating/who was taking me out in another way... and NOT the dirty way you broads are thinking! I would pay close attention to what they liked or wanted, and make mental notes of these things, yes ladies, that meant I actually LISTENED to them and wanted to make them feel special. So, if that meant calling every Nike store for the impossible to find/sold out neon yellow Air Maxx's in a size 12, that is what I did and you can be damn sure I was going to get it for them.
This year I am entering into the "dirty 30's" and yes, I might be 10 years older and about 10 lbs heavier, but WHAT THE FUCK has happened??? As some of you may know, The Ringleader and I have been dedicating one night per week for cock hunting, we have been going with out a purpose (other than to get wasted and reminisce about the glory days) and that purpose is strictly looking for men! CH season started at the beginning of March, so it's been about a month and we've definitely met some interesting characters...
Cut to last weekend, I was out with The Ringleader for a birthday party Downtown. Sipping a cocktail while looking pretty and waiting for anything to happen... Actually ANYTHING BUT the woodchopper that appeared! After a few attempts at pawning him off on someone else (Sorry Ringleader) I almost admired his persistence to stick around and keep on chopping. Hence the name, woodchopper; that is the fucking guy who doesn't take no for an answer and thinks it only a matter of time before you realize how fucking awesome he is...or get drunk enough not to care. He just keeps chopping at that tree until it comes down! So, after his "I wanna see who you are texting" followed by "Please give me your number." I laid it down "No, you don't need to see what I'm doing on MY phone and besides, why should I give you MY number?" He responded, and this my friends is a real gem " You can take ME out."
Okay so, let's recap shall we? Now I've got 2 guys who I have absoFUCKINGlutely NO interest in! I don't even think I would waste a night out on either of them, and they are asking ME if I'm going to take them out????
Are times really that tough for some of these dudes??? Are they hurting for cash??? Or just cheap??? Have the times just REALLY changed THAT MUCH???
I would throw in the SHAMMY, but I ain't no quitter...
Oh well, at least the tales of the FAIL are entertaining, no?