I am so sick of being sick.
I’m starting to smell like funk. And cheese. Funky cheese.
I am too weak to shower, or get up to brush my teeth.
I am just laying here, in my own gross stank.
Don’t I sound appealing? Who wants me now, Match.commers!? Come on and light my shit up! haha.
I actually got an email last night from some guy, telling me to get off my “high horse” and realize that ALL women get bombarded on Match. That ALL women are targets for men, and that I am nothing special. That I shouldn’t think that my cherry-tying skills and Wobbling are reasons for any type of high traffic situation. And that all men are just searching for a “chest and a hoo hoo”. I love this guy. A chest and a hoo hoo. Love it. I was dying. And he actually told me I could put it in my blog. So I am. And really, I loved reading his email. He told me where to go, and I went. I thought he was the wittiest dude. So, listen here, Mr. Bust My Balls…I dig you. And I appreciate your honest opinion. If you think it’s normal forALL women to be bombarded with 300 emails within the first 24 hours of being on Match, then I feel better. And I also think, you slamming my love for Mr. Hot Soccer Guy was a bit harsh. He happened to be more than just a pretty face. And I happen to know how to pick ’em. Give a girl a little credit, will ya? I am not, after all….just looking for a chest and a hoo hoo. I am honestly looking for a man I can trust. Oh, and a nice ass.
Trustworthy, and a hot piece of ass.
What else does a girl need in life? Well, I’ll tell ya this much. I need a friend. And a nice boy. And a guy that listens to me when I’m talking. Not just shakes his head, like an asshole. But really listens. A guy that I can lay next to in bed, and just be. Be still. Be there. Be quiet. Just be. Be with him, and not have to talk. Or be uncomfortable….wondering what he is thinking. Or what he’s going to say next. Or what I should say. I want to be wanted. And I want to want. So, can I put that on my Match.com profile? Forget the cherry tying skills. Forget the Wobbling. And forget the hoo hoo, and crap. I just want a guy that I can be with. And be me. I want to lay in bed, and just listen to music….and look up an see him just smiling. And think, “he fucking rocks”.