Lovin the hate mail.
Not going to publish it. You're wasting your time. My blog. My definition of "hater" or not hater. The "truth" as you call it may be only your version of reality. I have my own, thanks. Call me pathetic and lonely, but hey- you are the one reading this AND taking the time to comment, so therefore who is pathetic and lonely? ZZZZZZZZ snore.
Unlike some other blogs out there that tolerate tomfoolery, I don't care much about so-called "freedom of speech" here. Nope. If I don't like it, I'm going to zap it. Zap zap.... zap. Buhbyyye. Every GOOD media outlet in the world has editors. Not everything makes it onto TV, into a newspaper, onto online stories. I edit. I don't suffer fools.
Do I seem happier in my posts when I'm receiving male attention? PHUCK YES. That's my thing; my shtick; my happy place. Everybody has their thing. (Some of my friends are into making millions. I'm happy if a cute guy smiles at me....) I'm shallow and vapid (you might have to go look up that word, huh?) and not very smart and if something/anything makes me happy, who are you to judge? I realize that you're probably geniuses and incredibly good looking and have so much going on that you really shouldn't have time (but do) to read blogs like mine that are just so insignificant and small. Oh yeah - and pathetic. God bless your hearts.
Whew! Glad I got that off my vapid-DD-male-attention-craving-chest.... So... onto something completely different....
Boy Updates (go to your Happy Place, Desert Girl....)
The Movie Star called me this weekend: at 2:15am on Saturday morning. (I knew he just wasn't into me.) I sent him a nasty-gram. "Delete my number. If you couldn't call me during the past 2 weeks and then you drunk-dial me in the middle of the night, you are just another low-life (expletive). Go (have intimate relations with) yourself." Yes, it did feel good. I think that countering rudeness with vulgarity and obscenities is, in itself by definition, low-class, but YES felt damn good. Like Stealth says, "Sometimes guys just don't have anything else going on at the moment, so what might feel like a connection to you is just time-spending to them." Yup.
What else felt good? Seeing Desert Guy again - this time as friends-only. I hadn't seen him since before we closed the camp. We didn't talk about anything. Neither of us asked about mutual frienemies. We just enjoyed each other's company and laughed a little. It was nice. He looked good. I have concluded that the guys I'm most likely to form a lasting attraction to are the tall ones with deep voices. He got that. So does Clean....
Butterfly read my tarot cards back in the days when I first met Clean and it made ZERO sense to me then. I probably didn't know him well enough. I just came across my notes from the reading (while I was in a meeting) and it was a revelation. It was completely accurate. "Gross immaturity when confronted. Tricked by fools gold...Infidelity" Fassscinating. (I have done several tarot readings since and I'm getting the SAME cards. Butterfly says that I will keep getting them until I listen.) I think of tarot cards like reading a map: you just read what you see, as they fall. Sometimes they are accurate; sometimes they are not; sometimes you don't understand until later.
I haven't been to the desert in 10 days now and I'm not liking it. I need to go feel some sand. Connect with the Earth. One of my friends owns a herd of camels. I hope we can get there to see them soon. I love camels. (Can you tell?) I haven't even been to The Secret Hide Out for the past 10 days. I've been too busy doing frivolous stuff - like winning contracts, writing new contracts. (You know, the stuff that I don't write about.)