tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51268048281639635712024-03-13T07:57:38.233-07:00Trollop CupcakeI fail miserably at romance but I am magically delicious.Trollophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302073349055268472noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126804828163963571.post-59192382492643591302012-09-19T05:20:00.000-07:002012-09-19T05:20:00.518-07:00Goodbye BlogAs with all good things, this blog must come to an end.<br />
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I already have a new one, more about yoga and less about sex.<br />
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Here is my goodbye letter to my blog.<br />
<img alt="Goodbye" src="http://users.elite.net/runner/jennifers/jensgbye.gif" />
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Dear Trollop Cupcake blog,<br />
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When we first met, I was in a dating tizzy- what fun it was to share these experiences with you, tell you my secrets, basically let it all hang out. Although my 'dating life' is somewhat dramatic still, it has consistently been dramatic with only one person- and telling that story time and time again is boring. I did not totally leave you out of that story though, you were with me in the initial stages of it and the first few crazy town times and I thank you. You were also there with me when I decided to leave my job and I thank you for that.<br />
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But, it is time to move on. The other blog I have been cheating on you with is just as honest and telling as you are but less pornographic. This is not to say that I am any less pornographic- just that I want to go a different direction in my blogging.<br />
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I still partake in all the things I was doing before you, during you and now after you. I am still the same person, same likes, dislikes, loves, etc... But, I need to be able to actually show people who I am with the new blog- and I just can't have 3some pictures associated with my face and name, not right now anyways.<br />
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I thank you for always being there for me and letting me vent.<br />
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I named you after my twitter handle which I have changed to something a little less slutty. I am sure, I will change that again, after all, change is good, right.<br />
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Take care my blog, may you have many more readers while you are hanging out there in the ether. As of today you have had 12,000 visits to your beautiful pages.<br />
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Namaste,<br />
The ex TrollopCupcakeTrollophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302073349055268472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126804828163963571.post-12598109936781857502012-07-24T20:52:00.001-07:002012-07-24T20:52:29.692-07:00Love all of thy self.<div style="text-align: justify;">
I stared at myself in the mirror, gazing upon myself then back at him then back to myself. <span style="background-color: white;">My hair was perfect. </span><span style="background-color: white;">I have always enjoyed looking at someone while they were screwing me, but this time I found myself watching me. Really watching me. I don't have a perfect body but I sure have some nice tits.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">I find it sometimes a challenge to be in a relationship with someone who has a near perfect body- years of yoga practice have sculpted his body into a tight angelic form. I feel a little overly fluffy when we are naked. But, he adores me, each part of me. Still, I get a little self (or did) conscious.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">When I first decided to date this man, I never really thought of the complexity of the situation. One might say the situation that we found our selves in may have been a little unethical. He is the teacher and I am the student. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">We had been friends for a while, had lots in common, and he had thought I was a lesbian (more of this story another time). And when things progressed into sex, I was so into what was going on, I really didn't think about body fat or how I looked- it was primal, we had (and do) have primal sex. Nothing really matters when we were fucking, I barely remembered my name and I sure as hell forgot that there might be neighbors that could hear me. On our recent camping trip, I was scolded one morning by my friend's mother (of all people) and she said, "I swear if you guys were going to go one more time, I was going to get up and flip your tent'. It was funny but it also reminded me of how loud I could get. I can't help it.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">He has seen me at my worst and usually always (before we dated) sweaty, hair plastered to my face, out of breath, upside down in a supported headstand or plow pose, shirt flopping over my face and belly fat exposed. And not until we started dating had he ever seen me out of my yoga pants and in real pants and a little make up. SHOCKER!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">It was a mixture of things that attracted him to me but because I do not have the perfect yogini young hard body, I never thought my physical appearance was that much into play. Don't get me wrong, I think I am attractive, I do not think I am ugly- but the perfect body thing has eluded me all my life. I am bigger than many women that practice yoga as much as I do. I look more like I do MMA or kickboxing rather than practice yoga, I am extremely muscular and I have been told I even walk with a little gangsta swagger. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">I just thought that because this dude was all 'yoga', he more so saw past my physical flaws and into my heart and that was what he was attracted to- because it sure as hell could not be my big ass, giant legs and broad shoulders. What I mean when I say all 'yoga' means all enlightened and shit, all past regular man shit- you know not that typical </span> neanderthal <span style="background-color: white;">shit. </span></div>
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I have never tried to fit into that 'yoga' mold. Not trying to wear all white, wrap my head in a scarf and try to levitate. Not trying to buy the latest yoga gear to look cool and have people ask me, 'where did you get that'. I don't give a fuck about that shit. Yoga is a huge part of my life, but it isn't the postures or the fitness benefits that consume me- it is the practice of being present in your mind, body and spirit- regardless of how much you spent on your yoga mat, regardless of where or what famous person you practiced with.</div>
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I have the side of my head shaved the other side is black and bright pink. I have tattoos. I have the body of a boxer. I drink tequila and smoke weed. I listen to rock and heavy metal and I am not, by any standard, even close to what a 'yogi' is supposed to be- but I have a great heart.</div>
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Whatever.</div>
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And as much as I pride myself on self love, saying 'I would marry me if I could', loving myself, loving all aspects of my personality- I never really loved all of myself, I never really 'LOVED' my body- until I surrendered to this relationship I am in, and saw that he did.</div>
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When we talk about the beginnings of our relationship and how inappropriate our relationship began, he told me, I love your body, strong legs and you have a beautiful ass. I said, 'what?'. He went on to tell me a story about how I left my mat to get a hair tie and how he loved to watch me walk away and he complimented me on being strong, saying, 'so much power'. I was floored. Then in true man fashion he said, ' I just wanted to fuck you'. </div>
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What about enlightenment? What about peace, love and yoga?</div>
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I had been worried about the wrong things. I had been self conscious about not having the perfect yoga body when all along he was physically attracted to what wasn't the norm.</div>
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With his acceptance of me, in this way, I have learned to love all of myself. I have looked passed comparing my body, with my broad shoulders, my curves, my hips and big ass to the skinny yoginis I see practice besides me. I look and I laugh to myself as I am stronger and if needed to could whip some skinny yogini chicks ass!</div>
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LOVE ALL OF THY SELF!</div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span>Trollophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302073349055268472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126804828163963571.post-47070695174991005212012-04-17T12:48:00.000-07:002012-04-17T12:48:02.482-07:00Fast Forward to now.I can't believe it has been 3 months since I have not set foot in an office. Well roughly 3 months. I cannot even believe I thought I was going to be bored! What was I thinking?<br />
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As I type this, just having come from outside laying in the sun with my dog, smell of sandalwood incense perfumes my house and I light this very large blunt.<br />
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I am happy.<br />
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I created this blog because I wanted to chronicle all the crazy romance and dating shit I was going though. I wanted a safe place to share my thoughts without judgement and make a few people laugh along the way. I have totally completed that.<br />
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I was in a bad place in my life before I quit my job. It was a difficult decision but in the end, I believe, the best decision I have ever made in my life. The organization I was with no longer met my personal needs. I had to go and I did. I have to watch my money very closely, I could not go on trips and buy things I wanted but, I am able to pay my bills and take care of my basics.<br />
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When I stopped working, I threw myself into my yoga practice. I have practiced yoga very inconstantly for 3ish years and since I was not working, I thought time to get into a regular practice. I also thought it time I try to love running. I ran when I was in high school, the 440 even and with age I just did not have that zest for running any more.<br />
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Fast forward to now.<br />
I attend at least 10 practices every week.<br />
I run every day.<br />
I go to the gym every other day.<br />
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I lost the nagging 12 pounds that was attached to my ass from sitting on it all day at work.<br />
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I feel beast. I feel bad ass.<br />
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Today for yoga boot camp was: I can manifest my own destiny. Stolen from the pages of American History books. But put yourself in a hippie minds set and you know where I am getting at. I can make whatever I desire happen for me. This has been pretty true most of my life as I have always worked hard to get where I am and get what I want. No ego.<br />
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I used to dread going to this one instructors yoga class. OMG the sheer mention of his name sent shivers up my spine. He was just too bad ass, his classes were just super advanced, I wanted to be able to move my body after one of his classes not be comatose. Although, I had known him for 2 years, I had never taken his class because of this fear.<br />
I had to get over my fear as my BFF said I had to come, get high and then take his hot yoga class- it was 'trans formative' she told me. So I did and 2 times a week, I took his hard ass class. Sweating my ass off, huffing and puffing, falling on the floor and just looking a fool.<br />
I spent more time talking to that teacher whilst on the mat. Love, life, meditation, and yoga were our topics of choice- this progressed to smoking before class and a friendship began.<br />
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And as luck would have it.<br />
I am dating my yoga teacher.<br />
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Funny how things can change from one season to the next.Trollophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302073349055268472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126804828163963571.post-34329755303137305402012-01-12T07:27:00.000-08:002012-01-12T07:27:41.805-08:00Fuck this job!I love my job!<br />
I love the results of my work!<br />
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I cannot stand our agency and our leadership!<br />
I do not love dealing with the douche bags at the top.<br />
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Our economy sucks ass but I don't care.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">I QUIT!</span></b><br />
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I will be taking about 4 months of living expenses out of my 401k and I will not be looking for a job for a while. I may travel a little bit- but my plan is to do things I did not do because I was tied to a desk for the past 10 years.<br />
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I think I will learn how to ride a bike, during the day in the middle of the week.<br />
I will learn to play the guitar in the morning.<br />
I will wake up late and not iron my clothes.<br />
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I will take a mother fucking break.Trollophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302073349055268472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126804828163963571.post-43268915140349721532011-12-19T17:04:00.001-08:002011-12-19T17:04:47.215-08:00I want...<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">THE FUCK OUT OF TEXAS! </span></b>Trollophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302073349055268472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126804828163963571.post-78763333398787736242011-12-12T09:46:00.000-08:002011-12-12T09:46:25.164-08:00Tra la la la la...Tis the season to be {fill in the black}, tra la la la la lalala.<br />
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Do I celebrate Christmas?<br />
I sure the fuck do. I celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Birthdays, St. Patrick's day, your anniversary, red ribbon week, Cake Day, I fucking celebrate everything!! But what I do not do is celebrate Thanksgiving or celebrate these HOLYdays as they are intended. But neither do you.<br />
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I have to go to the mall today- because my little sister (the girl I mentor) wants to go shopping for a Christmas present for her mother. She is a Christian. I am not. We do not discuss religion or anything of that nature.<br />
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I understand what all the fuss is about, I really do. You get caught up in the moment and this is a special time of the year where you can show loved ones they are valued- by buying them that perfect gift. I send my family presents for their holiday, because I love them and they celebrate Christmas.<br />
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(after shopping with my little sister)<br />
I believe I heard more arguments in the mall today that I heard Holiday cheer or laughter. I happened to hear a daughter tell her mother that she was spending too much money and 'they are not even going to play with it anyways so why are you buying it for them' in the toy section of TJ MAX.<br />
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Tra la la la la...<br />
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In Bed Bath and Beyond, I heard two ladies discussing how whatever they were looking for was too hard to find and that they might as well 'give the fuck up'.<br />
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These are the happiest of times!<br />
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If you are so compelled to buy shit and basically throw your money away on useless crap- I offer you this suggestion. DONATE MONEY TO A CHARITY ON THEIR BEHALF.<br />
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Sure still buy them that panty or wine of the month but if you want to go overboard... Give them a gift that really has value,<br />
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WWF is one of my favorites during the holidays.<br />
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XOXO<br />
CupcakeTrollophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302073349055268472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126804828163963571.post-62526938260971933222011-08-27T09:39:00.000-07:002011-08-27T09:39:08.818-07:00Detoxing and stuff<div style="text-align: justify;">Little did I know that the yoga boot camp I signed up for was a yoga detox boot camp. I was expecting to fine tune some poses and maybe learn some new ones. But, what I got was this super intense yoga practice coupled with restriction of diet, meditation, and journaling. Today is my 13th day of the boot camp and yesterday I introducted <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U8SI6pwhbwM">Nauli </a>3 to my daily routine and a longer meditative practice at night. I take no caffeine, no processed foods, no sugar and no alcohol. I totes miss my caffeine and alcohol but the detox is only 21 days. I can do anything for just 21 days. In the past 13 days, at night, I have been shit dog tired and easily go to sleep.I do not think of any of the things and people that have been stressing me this month- I don't worry, I just go to sleep. And this is awesome.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have been in and out of emo all summer. I was letting toxic people infiltrate my life, blind me with beer, weed, sex, and false promises. But, I had a great time chopping down trees when I was in Springfield, MA- so my summer was not a complete wash. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This detox process has helped me open my eyes to see how poisonous some of the things I do are. (Other things aside from the recreational use of weed and X) </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have also realized in 13 days that the way I cope with the issues I have in my life is by helping others. I am always throwing myself into volunteering, giving and caring for others - in an attempt to help them instead of deal with whatever issues I am having at that moment. I suppose that is how I run away. I run into helping people. This made me think even more- maybe my altruistic tendencies are really just selfish. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">It isn't a negative realization, just a realization. I do firmly believe that it is better to give than to receive.<br />
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I will continue some more self introspection as I go into the third phase of my yoga detox.<br />
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I still suck at chatarunga and my side crow looks like shit- but I keep practicing.<br />
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Tomorrow I begin a 48 hour fast. Yippie.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>Trollophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302073349055268472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126804828163963571.post-33371241489146346342011-07-17T20:05:00.000-07:002011-07-17T20:05:24.812-07:003 month Long Roller Coaster Ride (and not the good kind)In the past 3 months a lot has happened. It was a roller coaster ride that I never want to get on ever again for as long as I live until death and beyond. I typically like roller coaster rides they are like having sex with crazy people. You go up and everything is seemly normal, then weeeeeeeeeeeee you head down screaming in ecstasy (or if you are me screaming in ecstasy while you are on ecstasy). <br />
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I got lost in a vision of having sex with a crazy person- now where was I? Oh yes. So... 3 months ago, I learned that the grant that funds my program was on the chopping block (now officially chopped). We lost 2.2 million and I am the only person from that program that can still say she is employed. There is no more program. <br />
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I cried.<br />
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My favorite playmate moved away.<br />
All of my co-workers lost their jobs.<br />
And (at that time) I could not find any weed.<br />
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To make matters worse- I threw myself back into the comforting arms of NB aka RB aka JeffI who I just ended up using and hurting.<br />
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And the cowboy really enjoyed being a whipping boy. Sadly, I figured out that I did not like whipping him at all. In fact, I never want to whip a man again for the rest of my life until death and beyond. It just really isn't for me- kind of I can take a whipping but I can't dish it out at all. I was actually disgusted and completely turned off at the request for whippings. The cowboy and I are still friends, he still tries to get me drunk so I can get naked with him- but it is unlikely that it will happen again. I am happy for him though as he got to fly his freak flag a little bit.<br />
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Needless to say, it was a pretty fucked up 3 months. For those 3 months, I did not know if I would have a job.I was majorly stressed and took up drinking lots and lots of beer. I think I gained 10 pounds and I blame beer!! <br />
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Things are much better now though.<br />
My old playmate and I have reconnected a little bit and we had the opportunity to spend some time together.<br />
I still have a job, same work, different title, more travel, less pay- 8% less- but in this economy I will take it. It is contract work, same as before so in 15 months I may be almost jobless again. But a lot can happen in 15 months. <br />
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I am off to clean up tornado debris for a few weeks. I am sure I will have lots of stories to tell after that.<br />
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XoxoTrollophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302073349055268472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126804828163963571.post-40836365358169692642011-07-16T12:34:00.001-07:002011-07-16T12:35:24.832-07:003 months no postSo much has happened in the past 3 months. Way too much for me to blog about in the next 2 minutes. Update coming soon.<br />
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Next post will talk about the men in my life, my visits to the dentists, work, summer, and tornadoes.<br />
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But until then.<br />
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'eyes wide open'<br />
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<iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_sQjn2LjNBU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Trollophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302073349055268472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126804828163963571.post-55970654467583511662011-05-23T06:43:00.001-07:002011-05-23T06:43:16.094-07:00:)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vLrYyjgSMIY/TdpkXD6tmfI/AAAAAAAAADU/M473r3G0Xeo/s1600/Note.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="58" width="58" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vLrYyjgSMIY/TdpkXD6tmfI/AAAAAAAAADU/M473r3G0Xeo/s400/Note.png" /></a></div>Trollophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302073349055268472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126804828163963571.post-45839738043552322042011-04-19T12:53:00.000-07:002011-04-19T12:53:25.671-07:00Celibacy, beer, and tarot card readings, oh my.<b>On Celibacy:</b><br />
A beautiful day, a fantastic lunch, great conversation about MMOs, kilt, kinky, and a thick southern drawl broke my vow of celibacy.<br />
<div>As if I cared, anyways.<br />
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I did a little purging of my personal life (read: no more NB) and played low key on the flirting for a few days. 11 days later I decided to jump back into the sack with a cowboy. Cowboy is super sweet and super high energy and fucking him was like fucking someone who was on coke. Anyways... Cowboy is the ultimate vanilla lover- very willing to please, very shy, not adventurous, but very eager. There may have been a belt laying on the floor that I may have picked up and slapped his ass with and when I asked him if he would like for me to whip him, he responded with 'I don't know'. '<b>I DON'T KNOW</b>' MEANS YES!<br />
After rolling around in the hay for a while, we got into a deep discussion about sex. Cowboy disclosed that his experiences have not been kinky or adventurous and I told him that I could change that for him, if he was willing. He is willing. I will be his coach.<br />
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I have had great lovers in my life and have been fortunate enough to have a kinky coach myself. So, I will play the kinky forward. Teach this cowboy a few kinky tricks or two and he can then pass this on to other lovers he will have and so on and so forth. See what I just did there? I am always trying to help someone *smile*<br />
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<b>On Beer: </b><br />
What has gotten into me since St. Pat's day: <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">BEER</span></b>!!! Not only do I enjoy Guinness, I now enjoy Modelo - thanks to Cowboy for introducing this to me.<br />
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</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When I was 20, I stopped by a local fortune teller shop and on a whim paid for a tarot reading for myself and my roommate. It was all on a whim. I thought the lady was complete bullshit- she told me all the things that a 20 year old did not want to hear- about, a failed marriage, failure at romance, moving states, relationships in general, depression, excess substance use... Bullshit, right? All of what I remember her telling me has come true. There are details of my personal life that I do not share on any platform, these are details that I always keep to myself until I feel trust with that person I am disclosing to. But trust me, the bitch was spot on. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This weekend, on a whim again, at the Forth Worth Main Street Arts Festival, a palm reading sign caught my eye. I thought to myself, why the F not. At this point in my life, I do not have many unanswered life questions and for the most part, I do not have many problems. I am happy with who I am and where I am in my life. So, needless to say I had no questions for Psychic Contessa (name on her card by the way). Contessa asked me if I prefer to have my tarot cards read instead of my palm and I agreed. She asked me if I had any questions for her and I responded 'just tell me what you see'.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is what she told me about the present:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><ul><li>People are two faced to me, happy to my face but jealous of me behind my back. </li>
<li>There are some people who wish I was not happy.</li>
<li>I am a happy and giving person that thinks of others before myself.</li>
<li>I am stable in my life but wish for more wealth.</li>
<li>I cannot keep a relationship for very long and may also self sabotage the relationships.</li>
<li>I meet people and connect with them easily- but often lose touch.</li>
<li>I loved someone very deeply and think of him every night.</li>
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</div><div>Pretty generic enough. I mean these facts could basically fit anyone. </div><div><br />
</div><div>This is what she told me about the future:</div><div><br />
</div><div><ul><li>I will own my own business in 4 years.</li>
<li>I will meet a man in the next 3 months who will make me rethink my stance on relationships.</li>
<li>I will be traveling in the next 2 months for more than 2 weeks but less than a month and this trip will make me extremely happy.</li>
<li>In the next 6 months there will be a huge change with your job and your location.</li>
<li>Money will be coming my way from now until 6 months from now, a substantial amount.</li>
<li>I will remain healthy. </li>
<li>I will remarry.</li>
</ul><div>So. Meh, lets see if any of these things happen to me. AND IF THEY DO I AM GOING BACK TO HER FOR LOTTO NUMBERS! </div></div><div><br />
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</div><div>Yes, I had to use all caps for that.</div><div><br />
</div><div><i>Oh spring!</i></div><div><i>Grass growing green, weeds too.</i></div><div><i>Birds singing,</i></div><div><i>Everything seems new.</i></div><div><i>Again.</i></div><div><i>But it is the same old shit- just different year.</i></div><div><br />
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</div><div>I am on Celibacy day 9. Honestly, I don't remember why I am tracking my celibacy; I just am. However, I have had a little bit of clarity as the past 9 days I have abstained from any physical contact or 'too' flirty conversations and/or emails/texts/subliminal messages with anyone- my mind is free of romance clutter.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Aside,of course, for the lovely text messages I have been exchanging with a young chap (Yes I said chap and yes he is old enough to buy beer) about a fantasy date trip to the moon or other flirty, dorky, cutsey stuff that may involve masterbation, hands, and Pokemon balls.<br />
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I have not tweeted much lately about my non-relationship with NB. I was never going to be his girlfriend. I never wanted a relationship. I told him many times that I was not ready for a relationship, I was still damaged, I just wanted things to be casual. Truth is, or so I think, that I just did not want to have a relationship with him. So with heavy heart, I told him what I thought and we have ended our friendship, completely. I really strive to be a honest and open person- I feel compelled to tell the truth and sadly, I do not have the social skills to sugar coat what needs to be said. But, my darling NB, Jeff, was in love with me and the closest I could get to loving him was loving the way I felt when he did things for me.<br />
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Last fall, my heart was broken, shattered really- but I think it unfair to myself and to others that I continue to use that excuse as a crutch. I met a man who I thought was my soul mate- everything about him made me want to be a better 'me'. But, the stars did not align for us, there were no parting of the clouds, and angels did not drop from your heaven and wish us well. Shit just sometimes doesn't work out.<br />
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So I threw myself into a non-relationship with a man who was lacking two important characteristics that I would need in a partner. He lacked self confidence that matched my own- I really need someone in my life more alpha than I. And we did not have that 'wild animal fucking' chemistry that I crave. (more on my checklist here:<a href="http://trollopcupcake.blogspot.com/?zx=77fd1b2a85656663">Old blog post</a>)<br />
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And I was very clear in the onset of this non-relationship that I was not looking for a relationship, AT ALL. I just wanted to enjoy his company. At the time, he thought it an awesome idea. Fast Forward a few months and he may have changed his mind and created expectations of me and our non-relationship that I was not aware of.<br />
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There were key indicators of his dissatisfaction with this arrangement- there was the late night text messages inquiring of my whereabouts, there were snarky conversations about what or who I was doing when we were not together- but when we were together he was happy.<br />
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He told me a few weeks ago that it felt like I was his girlfriend when we were together- he discussed with me all the 'couply' things that we did together, like how we would take naps, just naps together in the middle of the day or go to Costco and buy soy milk- but he also told me that he thought I was doing the same thing with someone else.<br />
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I was not.<br />
But, I was not about to argue my position in this 'non-relationship'.<br />
I may have acted the part of his girlfriend when he needed me to, subconsciously. I also, in retrospect, think he viewed our 'non-relationship' a lot differently than I did. To me, he was a good friend that I could share everything with and sometimes do this while we were naked. To him, I was a broken hearted girl that only needed time to heal to realize that he was the one for me.<br />
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I never asked for exclusivity.<br />
I may have inadvertently gave him false hope by just being who I am.<br />
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So with that said, I will try my hardest not to 'throw that p' (Reference to what that means in video below) to any unsuspecting new victims, I will try to keep my hands to myself and level any 'girlfriend' expectation that may arise.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So I take this celibacy thing of mine as a emotional and physical cleansing of sorts. There is not a goal of how many days I want to remain celibate- there is no 'end game' to my celibacy- I have gotten what I needed from going a whole 9 days without sex.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Trollophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302073349055268472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126804828163963571.post-53765111727195995842011-04-05T17:45:00.000-07:002011-04-05T17:45:13.210-07:00If you are fucked up in the head, chances are- we are gonna hook up!<div style="text-align: justify;">I think secretly (not so secretly, anymore) I love crazy people.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It seems if someone is emotionally unstable, I will seek them out and date them! Especially if it is the type of person who says they are cool with the whole casual relationship thing, but they really want a relationship and think that they can change your mind- yeah I think I can sniff you out of a crowd of five million and give you and only you my phone number.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I canceled my date with cowboy for the third time in two weeks. I may have wanted to see the kilt and cowboy boots more than actually spend time to get to know the guy. And maybe I wanted him to keep calling me 'Dahlin' in that thick ass southern accent, maybe, just maybe.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ok lets recap the men in my life, shall we.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There is NB- our drama is on a whole other level of crazy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There was Mucha Lucha who is very bi-polar and gone.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And We have Cowboy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cowboy is has emo/bi polar tendencies and has ex hang ups. I got them too, I am not being judgy- I am still heart broken over the Canadian who used to tweet as @LycanMercutio- but, I digress.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is why I canceled the date with Cowboy, again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6QiUwuLpUNo/TZu1Y2n-SHI/AAAAAAAAADA/u1-sse7_Pc4/s1600/cowboy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6QiUwuLpUNo/TZu1Y2n-SHI/AAAAAAAAADA/u1-sse7_Pc4/s400/cowboy.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br />
So he was dogging his ex a little bit and that wasn't a big deal to me but what was a big deal to me was the random <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">BUT SOMETIMES YOU GET ATTACHED</span></b> bullshit. This is red flag for me. I quickly used my Rift excuse to get out of that convo. Cowboy is super sweet guy but again I think I have found someone who is looking for that girlfriend- and I am not her. I did tell him I do not, under any circumstances, want a relationship.<br />
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My stranger danger friend from the wrong number plays picture caption with me. I bet he is a psycho too- but it doesn't matter as he is thousands of miles away from me.<br />
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</div>Trollophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302073349055268472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126804828163963571.post-80844782877104210002011-03-31T18:21:00.000-07:002011-03-31T18:21:37.308-07:00Jeff, is that you?<div style="text-align: justify;">I have 2 Jeffreys in my life- both go by the name Jeff. One is my cousin in San Jose, California and the other is a guy I date who I usually refer to as NB. My cousin Jeff is in my phone contacts as 'JEFF' and the Jeff that I date is in my phone contacts with his first and last name.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sometime last year, before Christmas but after August (can't remember shit), I got a text message from a number that said "Hey, this is Jeff" followed by some pictures of random things- flowers, grassy knolls, tree or some shit, I don't really recall. I vaguely remember replying with 'Cuz, what are you doing' and received a reply saying something to the effect of being bored but was called 'ma'. See my cousin, Jeff, is one of those Asian B Boys from California who thinks he is XZIBIT- and has called me 'ma' or 'lil ma' since the late 90s.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So I assumed this text was from him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It wasn't.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Since that text last year, I received a picture here and there and sent comments, all the while thinking my cousin is super bored out of his mind- bothering me with his photos.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Until just a few days ago- I actually engaged my 'cousin' in a short text conversation. I received a few pictures then asked my cousin about his job- which got a chuckle then 4 pictures of BOOK COVER ART. The text that followed were about selling his book on Amazon and ebooks and his new book. AND FROM WHAT I KNOW MY COUSIN IS NOT ALL THAT SMART (sorry cuz). So.... I was confused. The text continued until I decided to ask if this person was my cousin.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">This was some crazy ass shit. Who the fuck was this guy? Was it my cousin just fucking with me? Had I met this dude, had his number and could not remember who the fuck he was? By this text message, I was convinced that I had met dude and just did not remember who the hell he was, so I decided to call him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Trollophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302073349055268472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126804828163963571.post-40456690146983734932011-03-12T16:10:00.000-08:002011-03-12T16:25:51.540-08:00A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words or 3some Equals More Cuddles<div style="text-align: justify;">Maybe one day I will get into graphic details of my first MMF 3some. I don't think there is much of the event that I will ever forget. It was an epic night and I was so happy to share this experience with a playmate that I will be loosing next month. It has always been hard for me to form attachments to people- I suppose this is why I make a terrible girlfriend. But I have been working on that flaw in my character. I make attempts to connect with people and stay connected. Soon my playmate will be moving out of state- not far- but surely too far to drive for a late night fuck. He has helped me crack my halo more than a few times. I appreciate him. I will miss him. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A little about the 3some.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My playmate answered the door in a costume and my guest playmate was inside looking very pretty- seriously he was pretty but naughty uber kinky too. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">There was a little drinking. A lot of ecstasy. Porn. Poker. Dancing. Music. Tortellini. And costume changes!!! I think we may have all gotten naked and dressed 4 or 5 times!!! Playmate wore my kitsune ears for a lot of the evening not even knowing he had them on- it was awesome.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There were a lot of heart rate cuddle and water breaks and everything seemed to roll very naturally (Well we were on drugs). On one hand you have my playmate who is rage/agro fucker, he is very into giving it if you know what I mean. And on the other hand you have guest playmate who told me 'I like to be close'- he was more touchy feely huggy lovey. There was a lot more one on one time with him as I think we were on the same 'petting' x vibe. Both called me 'dahlin'- and I fucking love that.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I may get ballsy and post a few sex pictures and write about the event in more detail at a later date. But for now her is a very sweet picture which encompasses the feeling of the entire event. Playmate offered guest playmate the guest bedroom but I wanted him with us. I have never felt more comfortable going to bed than when I was in the arms of two men. Us getting ready for bed. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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Anyways- epic night planned. Deets to follow.<br />
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Here is a little pic of one Level 21 Cleric in Rift. Wes introduced me to the world or war fronts on Rift and I am super hooked. Took the cleric out to the war front today for a test drive. Black gardens levels 20-29. My girl did not do to shabby.<br />
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I date other people.<br />
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I have never asked. But he does.<br />
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We don't talk about it.<br />
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I like NB very much. He reminds me of a guy I used to date a couple of years ago. Our <b>relationship</b> reminds me of that guy I used to date a few years ago. Both epic guys, great sense of humor, pleasant personalities, driven, caring, loving- but lacking a little bit in the two things I desire most in a long term partner- Alpha #Tigersblood and sexual prowess.<br />
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Sadly, even though I date NB on the regular, I enjoy sex with someone else I am seeing far more. This has become a slippery slope for me as I want to have sex with NB less and less as time goes on. Knowing what awesome chemistry I can have with someone else- that chemistry, where sparks fly and angels sing and shit. But there is no substance there- it is just sex, really.<br />
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Story of my life I think...<br />
On paper, picture perfect dude, loves me regardless of my faults, willing to welcome me into his life regardless of my baggage and I enjoy sex with someone else who isn't at all good for me. On one hand a guy worthy of being the father of my future children and on the other hand, guy(s) I will most likely have to bail out of jail, will set my belongings on fire, but can give me the most awesome orgasms ever.<br />
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What to do, what to do.<br />
So like any responsible adult who has had her share of heartaches.<br />
I do nothing.<br />
And just let things happen.<br />
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But... I also think my current obsession with the video game Rift- has started to affect my relationship with NB. I have been late to meeting him because I was playing Rift. I have been with him and wanted to go home to play Rift. I have been on the phone with him and zone out in our conversations because I was thinking of Rift. Problem much? I think so.<br />
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I have been spoiled in this relationship, very spoiled. NB is aware that I bore easy and get distracted by all things shiny but I can tell from his tone that I am losing favor. And I don't know how much I care.<br />
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I fail miserably at relationship.<br />
Thankfully I AM AT A POINT IN MY LIFE THAT I DON'T WANT ONE.<br />
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I think I just rage quit this blog post.Trollophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302073349055268472noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126804828163963571.post-83874078614156345982011-02-24T12:51:00.000-08:002011-02-24T12:51:21.698-08:00Is twitter the new singles bar or Have you ever seen my DM box?I am a prolific tweeter and have been for a few years. I enjoy micro blogging just like I enjoy talking about myself. I tweet about complete randomness and Patron. Are my tweets overly sexual? I don't think so- but I often get @replies that take me there. I tweet about life, love and the pursuit of whatever my obsession happens to be at that moment- shoes, star wars legos, sex, drugs, music, rift, etsy.<br />
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There is something completely liberating about twitter- maybe it is the anonymity of the entire thing. Twitter is like a unmoderated chatroom in flux- you never know who is chatting, people come and they go, and basically you can say whatever the fuck you want. I like that. I may show my face and give some 'real life' details about my occupation, location, etc... but the people who follow me, don't really know me. Unless of course they are my friends outside of my tweet box. I have a handful of 'real' friends who are in my tweet stream and most are not shocked at the things I say.<br />
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In 'public' tweets- much of what goes on in my stream is silly, chatty, catty, and well I admit it- down right retarded. But... my DM box is where the party is!!!<br />
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I get a breadth of DMs- from just private chatter with the girls/guys, sexual DMs, someone needing someone to talk to or a shoulder to cry on, someone seeking advice, people asking questions, but I would say that the vast majority of DMs are flirty! Women, men, inanimate objects seeking a more intimate connection via direct messages. I do not always reply- especially if you are throwing that creepy sleazy vibe. I do not always flirt back in fact. I have been told that I was not a very good flirt. PSHAW!<br />
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Is twitter the new singles bar?<br />
See a pretty avatar and some interesting tweets and then make your way over to their part of the twitter stream? Send them some @replies first to test the waters and then BAM she/he follows you back. Oh it is on and cracking now! But what do you say?<br />
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For a trollop and a 'modern' and 'independent' woman- I am very traditional! Traditional in the sense that I prefer the flirter to make any and all first moves! I am basically talking about non twitter flirting here but I think the same rule applies. In my dating life- I never make the first call, I never plan the dates, I never pay and I expect you to remember all proper dating etiquette. If you have not opened the door for me, I will prompt you! If you have not asked for me to have a seat or offer me a drink, you will get a reminder followed by a 'were you raised in a barn'. I may exhibit a lot of masculine energy but I still like to be treated like a lady when I have my clothes on.<br />
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I was replying back and forth to a lovely fellow the other day and @s turned to DMs. Friendly and informative DMs at first then turned a little flirty. Remember to read from the bottom up.<br />
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The conversation simply began about my experience in Haiti over the summer. Then we both share our phobia of toilets that do not flush. And low and behold in just a few characters it is flirting- geek style. I won't share the rest of the DMs are they get pretty involved about life and love and what not- but I am sure you get the picture.<br />
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Is twitter the new singles bar? I don't think so at all! I do think that flirt tweeting is a great confidence booster and ego stroke. Nothing ever has to go past flirting so there is no pressure and no drama.<br />
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Give it a whirl! And if you try this with me and I know you are married- I will remind you of your loving spouse every day!<br />
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Xoxo.Trollophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302073349055268472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126804828163963571.post-88279573384661155912011-02-22T21:21:00.000-08:002011-02-22T21:23:10.343-08:00Shiny things, obsessions and Troll lulz.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HU42WwV2krM/TWSOjUFOEsI/AAAAAAAAACY/PgS_E2LUclg/s1600/dug-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HU42WwV2krM/TWSOjUFOEsI/AAAAAAAAACY/PgS_E2LUclg/s1600/dug-2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Just like the dog <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQb84PNxu5A">Doug</a> from the movie <i>Up</i> (yes I am comparing myself to an animated dog), I am really easy going, sometimes loyal and am easily distracted by anything and everything. I also do sometimes wear a collar around my neck and can bark in several languages. I hate and love being this way. With work, being easily distracted sucks- I can be completely focused for 30 minutes and when my mind starts to drift to shoes or perfume or lunch, what is for lunch, do I have to order out, did I bring my lunch, can I run home for lunch, oooh I should not go to lunch and go to the MAC counter because I know that the lipstick that I have been waiting for has just been relaunched, but I need gas, there is that cute little accessory store by the shell gas station, I need some station cash for Everquest 2, did I ever get that code to download Rift from Direct 2 Drive, I am so glad I got that coupon code, oh I need to use my groupon before it expires- what was I doing, where was I?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have been told by some people that I may have ADHD- albeit the functioning variety. I never miss a deadline and can always call my focus back to task when needed so I never really looked into being diagnosed. I am a spaz and have been known to be extremely high strung and high energy. I smoke weed or have a few shots of Patron and I am on par with the rest of the middle level energy folks. One good thing about being a 'Doug'- is that obsessions wear quickly. I may obsess about one thing until the next thing comes along and this holds true for the men I date. For a few hours last night and then again this morning, I was obsessing over someone. This happens often so don't get all 'ooooo' and 'ahhhhh' about it. I happen to cycle the obsession and pass the love around- although they never know it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last night I kept thinking about dude, then again this morning- there was a brief pause during the day then my obsession started again. My obsession completely stopped when I started looking for shoes which lead to me looking for purses which lead me talking to some other dude. Obsession ended.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I like things that are new and shiny. One sure fire way to get me to obsess over you for at least a few hours is to engage me in mind blowing secks or make me mad. One of those two things has to happen for you to be on my brain constantly. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I know I obsess but I usually don't share that feeling with the object of my obsession as it is just a passing thing and I would never want to confuse anyone about the real feelings I have for them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I tweeted this morning:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2hJBr-jHJU/TWSUdMvfeEI/AAAAAAAAACc/iT3glb_XRWg/s1600/pissy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="107" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2hJBr-jHJU/TWSUdMvfeEI/AAAAAAAAACc/iT3glb_XRWg/s640/pissy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I try not to be but am sometimes selfish. I think at the emotional state I am currently in (still a little broken hearted but healing) I cannot ask people or expect them to give me what I cannot give to myself or return to them. I may be a trollop who obsesses with men she dates- but I, at one time, had deep feelings of love for someone who I asked to love me when I could not love myself.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But I digress, bring on teh lulz.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">When I am bored and need a distraction, I troll. I troll for LULZ. Here is a snipped from a profile that I have somewhere on teh interwebs. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Who in their right mind would message me? Does this read serious to you? It reads like 'troll' to me. There is the occasional that someone actually thinks I am charming and wants to get to know me better. I always reply and I am quite honest and friendly about it- if you seem like a nice dude.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Example:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FIdLZ9YU4Pc/TWSXBpAUJXI/AAAAAAAAACk/gE66OtE7eLc/s1600/ok2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="249" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FIdLZ9YU4Pc/TWSXBpAUJXI/AAAAAAAAACk/gE66OtE7eLc/s640/ok2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">See how nice. See how much of a good girl I am!!! Rawrrrr. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here is a random <i>The Hangover</i> photo. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>Trollophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302073349055268472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126804828163963571.post-71048204362278211422011-02-21T15:53:00.000-08:002011-02-21T15:53:19.131-08:00What are your 5 non negotiables? Are you fucking kidding me?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #424037; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px;"></span><br />
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</h1><h1 class="post-title" style="float: left; font-size: 22px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 500px;"><a href="http://trollop.posterous.com/what-are-your-5-non-negotiables-are-you-fucki" style="color: #999999; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">What are your 5 non negotiables? Are you fucking kidding me?</a></h1><div class="editbox" style="height: 16px; left: 155px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: absolute; top: 0px; visibility: visible;"></div></header><div class="body" style="display: inline; float: right; font-size: 1.2em; line-height: 1.8em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 500px;"><div class="inner" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">It must have been a few days ago- I can't remember, everything seems hazy, (Just getting over a terrible flu/cold and was basically drunk on Nyquil for the past 4 days) that I was watching the MILLIONAIRE MATCHMAKER while talking to my girlfriend on the telephone. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">She is single and ready to mingle while I am single and LEAVE ME ALONE. I am not looking for that someone special. Been there done that, will do it again I am sure but I don't want it now. I am just having a great time doing what and who I want. But my girlfriend is actively looking for that someone special. She is in California and has been in and out of long term relationships since I have known her. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">While watching the show, Patti Stanger the Millionaire matchmaker lady asked her client what were her 5 non negotiables? My Cali girl friend shot hers off to me. 1, 2, 3. 4, 5. She must have given this some thought as it seemed natural for her to tell me- but when my girlfriend asked me "What are your 5 non negotiables"?- I just replied with an "uh uh uh I don't have any". Thankfully, I am not looking for that special someone in my life so I don't have to be prepared with a list of hard and fast non negotiables. But, the conversation with my gal pal got me to thinking. What are my qualifiers, what do I want/need from a Ms. or Mr. Right? </div><div style="margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">I know that my heart and mind are connected- I cannot get turned on by a person if they do not have potential for longevity. NOT SAYING I JUST CANT SCREW THEM AND FORGET ABOUT IT- I totally can. But, I need to see the person as a match for me or I won't get moist, there is no chemistry- none!!! </div><div style="margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">What if that person is totally hot? Yeah that is not doing it for me there has to be some substance there, they have to make me laugh, they have to 'get me'.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">So with that being said, I came up with "5 non negotiables". </div><div style="margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Listed in no specific order:</div><div style="margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">1. Chemistry- I don't know how to quantify this, either you have it together or you don't. There are many levels of chemistry, I suppose what I am seeking is the highest level where every time I see you I want to hop in the sack. I don't find intense chemistry that often but when I do- I hold onto it for a very long time. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">2. Self confidence that at least matches my own. Yeah I can't do whiney baby emo, I just can't. I like strong people. I feed off of powerful masculine (even in a woman) energy. I even find cocky a bit sexy- not douchy cocky but very high self confidence.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">3. Intelligence- Book smarts and street smarts. A nice mixture of formal education and street swagga. Can we discuss Jacques Derrida while watching the Dallas cowboys game? Is a college education a must- Yes it is. College education is no measure of education, however a college education displays that at the very least you were smart enough to convince all of your professors to give you a passing grade.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">4. Teh Funneh- If you don't make me laugh my pants don't come off. I love randomness and teh funneh. I love to laugh so hard that I cry real tears and I have been lucky enough to be surrounded by people who make me do this daily. I need funny in my life. I am pretty funny and I hate being in a relationship where I am the only one with wit- I am not here to entertain you. Lets entertain each other. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">5. Altruism-I give a lot of myself to my community, my friends, my family, and the world. I think it is important to be selfless and just be caring. It is hard to act on one's feelings of altruism, we have so many personal responsibilities- bills, taking care of loved ones, etc... But to have a heart that is altruistic, for another person to feel that they are obligated to make this world a better place, to leave this world satisfied that you did your part-well that is what I desire.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">So thats my 5.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">What a tall order!</div></div></div>Trollophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302073349055268472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126804828163963571.post-79986618148312617812011-02-20T21:18:00.000-08:002011-02-20T21:18:36.307-08:00Trolloping through rift.<div style="text-align: left;">When I am not out and about trolloping and drinking Patron, I partake in other, more innocent hobbies- such as video games. Here is a short video from <a href="http://www.riftgame.com/en/">Rift</a> which is in its last few hours of beta *sigh*. I am not sure I am completely sold. I am all for playing video games but I do not necessarily want to commit to paying every month. The cost of the monthly subscription is rather cheap, as low as 9.99 which in some bars isn't even a shot of Patron silver for me. Can't even buy a MAC lipglass for 9.99. Anyways. Here is a little peak at the game I have been tweeting about this week.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I found myself in Addison last night after dinner- Radiohead 'Creep' via Karaoke and a few Patrons later, I was in a hotel room with friend. Oh and just as luck would have it- I started shark week- YES MY PERIOD! What?! YES! I am a week early, wtf, how did that happen? Did not matter anyways, friend was down for well lets just say, he was very supportive of my needs. I kept my boots on too and now I feel like a real dirty cowgirl, but I digress. You don't want to hear raunchy deets about my night with my legs in the most contorted positions or how I may have dug my boot heel into his ass so hard it left marks. Btw- he says I was stabbing him with heel- I think he is a liar! There was only a little dig for encouragement going on.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nope this post is not about that. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well it is but it isn't.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I really just wanted to post a pic of my elf chicha in Rift. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1oSGeyn6fkE/TWB58uMGOJI/AAAAAAAAACM/0Dcdslxm7cY/s1600/rift.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1oSGeyn6fkE/TWB58uMGOJI/AAAAAAAAACM/0Dcdslxm7cY/s400/rift.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I have my Metro Mint water, some apple slices, the new Radiohead playing in the background and am playing Rift. I will play this game on and off for the entire weekend as my choochie heals and I regain my good girl powa.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Pic posted. Mission accomplished. </div>Trollophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302073349055268472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126804828163963571.post-68041030501722423462011-02-18T09:16:00.000-08:002011-02-18T09:16:42.527-08:00Risky business.<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Sometimes cupcake partakes in risky business.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">But cupcake is a smart cookie as not to put herself in too dangerous a situation to cause her great bodily harm or death (look folks I am here and still blogging).</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">When one goes trolloping in areas not familiar or situations not familiar- have a designated safe person, DSP. What does that mean exactly? </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.mayhem.net/Crime/morgue1.html">TELL SOMEONE WHERE YOU ARE AND WHAT YOU ARE DOING! FFS! </a></span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">And please do this with as much detail as possible. Scared, scared that your friends will think poorly of the trolloping activities you are doing? I suggest you get better friends but in the mean time, find yourself someone who can follow instructions and will follow through on your behalf.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">In this day and age- you can never be too safe.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">When and where would I need to remember rule #13 and call/text/email my DSP?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">If you are a single trollop, like myself- do this all the time. Make it a habit- even if just to text your girlfriend that you are going to see Gnomeo and Juliet with NB, I mean, just going to the movies. If you are sometimes naughty like myself and do trollopy like things- you need to keep yourself safe. But most importantly, remember to do this when:</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><ul><li style="text-align: justify;">you are meeting someone for the first time</li>
<li>you are leaving one place for another with someone you just met</li>
<li>you are going to someone's home/office for the first time (or riding in their car)</li>
<li>planning on doing any drugs with a person you only know casually or strangers (STRANGER DANGER)</li>
<li>are doing any type of D/S activities with a non long term partner.</li>
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Also remember, don't drink and drive, do not have unprotected sex, and for fuck sake do not have sex with someone unless you have some major details of their life like their NAME!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">This post brought to you by the numbers and letters 3SOME.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>Trollophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302073349055268472noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126804828163963571.post-50863403027143281182011-02-15T09:36:00.000-08:002011-02-15T09:36:29.965-08:00Love, Trolling and Lulz<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I love to laugh. I keep myself rolling laughing all day long. I find being serious very difficult- even when at work. If laughter is the best medicine I will never be sick. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Trolling. Maybe you know or maybe you don't know that sometimes I am a troll. Our latest trolling adventure (oh yes I said our) is on a dating website. I have not had so many hours of laughs sitting at my desk. I have a profile there- very honest and open and basically TRUTHFUL. If you would ever read it, you would know that I am not looking for anything but LULZ- but not everyone understands that. If you get through my entire profile, which is hilarious, you will come down to a part where I say who should message me and who should not. I write about LARP and NINJAS and alpha males- I actually do this as a deterrent. I respond to everyone, some men are very rude and tell me to get a life and get off dating websites, others say they are looking for soul mates- I always respond. Always. If you greet me with friendliness, I will respond that I am just messing around and wish you luck looking for your special person. If you greet me with hostility, you will have your ass served to you. If you are unsure and you just greet me- I will engage you in a string of messages so long and so hilarious- you will think that this dating website is comedy central and will join me in my future trolling activities.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Trollophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302073349055268472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5126804828163963571.post-6726141180821771482011-02-12T16:15:00.000-08:002011-02-12T16:15:25.219-08:00Epic Failure- Drunk Text/EmailingThe iphone has a very big screen but after you have had a few drinks, it gets a little difficult to see. I suppose that is true with anything.<br />
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When you are 'dating', you collect phone numbers and email addresses of people whom you find interesting and possibly want to get to know better and you put these numbers in your phone. The day of the crumpled up piece of paper died a decade ago. Anywhoo.<br />
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When you are dating, sleeping with, seeing, flirting, getting to know several people at the same time that have the same initials, same last names, same first names or any of those combinations- drunk texting/emailing or any contact really is just not a good idea. And if you are really really drunk- texting/emailing/calling is just not a good idea.<br />
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For example (this was from last night)<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Dude: Where ya at?</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Me in reply to text but to someone else's email: you need toknow that you dontneedtoknow you nosey motherfucker.</span></b><br />
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What just happened here? I have no idea. I mean I really have no idea what happened there. AND THIS WAS NOT THE ONLY JUMBLED TEXT/EMAIL COMBO I sent last night. I sent 2 others but more innocent. I know-epic failure. I did send the most apologetic email to all parties involved.<br />
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Lesson of the day? For me: DON'T REPLY FOR FUCK SAKE!<br />
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