So, I'm kind of terrible at posting on a schedule

Umm, insert excuse about two new jobs completely taking over my life here, and I'm sorry. <3

Oddly enough, I heard from Steve, the tux salesman, despite the fact that I told him not to contact me ever again, twice. I even mentioned that when he started texting me. So then he tried to pretend to be somebody else, despite the fact that he viewed my Casual Kiss profile literally a minute before texting me (yes, Steve, I check my views), and the fact that I still have his phone number saved in my phone. He even tried to convince me that his name was Steve Wonder. Like, I get it, you're twelve years older than me. We're from different generations. That does not in any way mean I don't know who Stevie freaking Wonder is. And when I played along and said, "Okay Mr. Wonder, what's your username so I can remind myself who you are?" he freaked out. I love when they try to play it off like I'm the bad guy for wanting to check who I'm talking to. Like, what did he think would happen? Some random guy who won't even tell me how to find his profile online wants to talk to me, and then what? We talk and meet up and I never put two and two together? Um, duh. You fail, Sir.

So, in the name of public service, here's the link to his profile and his picture. Don't waste your time, ladies. Dude's a fucking creep.



OH, and on another note, Mr. Snickers Bar, also known as Wayne texted me again, and actually managed to piss me off enough for me to cut off all contact with him too. He asked me when we were going to see each other again, so he could "spank that ass". I told him if that was his plan, we would not be hanging out, and that he pretty much didn't have permission to touch me outside of a hand shake. He actually said "Says who?". Seriously? What kind of redundant question is that? I JUST said it, dill-weed. Then he says "You've been over ruled." Uhh, no, cuz I can guaran-damn-tee your skeezy self never gets to touch me. Remember that whole part where you don't know where to find me. Seriously, first he tries to impress me with fatal injury and now he tells me he's going to sexually assault me. Classy. Avoid this one, too, ladies.

Week of WTF: Day 2

Alright folks, welcome to (a slightly late!) Day 2! Pay special attention to each picture, because I'm going to call for a vote at the end of the week to find the reader favorite!

#5: You shall not pass

...or get to see Lady Gandalf's face.

#4: Yes I have tickets

...and I'd like a refund.

#3: Come on, another one?

At least it's a *hard* hat. ;P

#2: I GOT THIS!

...dude looks like a cracked out George Lopez...and why is his shirt wet? O_o

#1: If you're happy and you know it, clap your...oh Lord.

Is the right one sad because he's smaller?

Week of WTF: Day 1

Yay! Well, I've finally collected enough photos to give you guys my "Week of WTF". For the next seven days, I'll be posting 5 of the weirdest dating profile pictures I've found daily. Let's get started, shall we?

#5: False Advertisement

#4: Simpler than Ikea
...or pants, apparently.

#3: Busted!
...no pun intended. ;P

#2: Cameras and Booze
They really don't mix.

#1: Interesting Method
Now I'm kind of grateful I dropped my art class...

Well, this is new.

I now have obnoxious GIRLS pestering me. One keeps texting me and BEGGING me to call her, regardless of how many times I say no. One keeps asking over and over again for nudes and tells me "the chat isn't working, I didn't get your message" repeatedly. No, sweetheart, the chat works fine. I just don't dignify "pleeeease it'll be fun!" with a response. Ugh.

Does anyone else share in my confusion?

Click the picture for a better view.

I tried to post this yesterday, but Blogger didn't feel like it.

It's not like it's anything remotely new or unique, but I still can't wrap my head around how guys respond to "Sorry, I have a boyfriend" with "He doesn't have to know." This one guy is from Boston and he looks like a short-haired scrawny version of Lil Jon (OKAY) and when I told him about my boyfriend, he said he likes a challenge. Ugh.

So anyhow, he's been on me to hang out this week, and I told him just to pick a place and a night and I'll try and work it in. It's a pretty busy week for me. He chose a night I have rehearsal for the musical I'm in, so I told him I'd be getting there early (we rehearse at a public park) and he could come down and chill for a little while if he wanted to. He said it's not worth coming all the way down here for just a few hours, and I told him that quite frankly, I didn't know why he'd want to drive all the down here anyway. I was expecting him to say something nice about me, but he says "Get some drinks and maybe go to a hotel". I literally laughed out loud.

1.) I would already have to be drunk to agree to start drinking with some sketchy ass dude.

2.) He would then have to buy me the ENTIRE bottle of tequila to talk me into going back to a hotel with him. (And I have no doubt that's exactly what he's counting on!)

3.) Since I can't even legally drink yet(something else this guy should know without asking, since it's all over my profile and every message I send him), this guy's not gonna get to see me drop that ass to the flo'. :P

OH SWEET MERCIFUL JESUS

Somehow I managed to stumble onto this girl's (WARNING: Adult Content. May not be suitable for those who are easily offended or have eyeballs) profile. She not only brags about how she pretty much invented sex, but that she CHARGES for it to pay for school. AGGHH PROSTITUTION. I'm offended on a legal level but on an aesthetic level I kind of want to die.