tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53522414645489407952024-02-20T07:25:01.840-08:00Single MistakeHere are my rants :)
enjoy!Amber DHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965910920308443684noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352241464548940795.post-57370297748174089552013-11-06T15:12:00.001-08:002013-11-06T15:13:45.979-08:00To all the players<p dir="ltr">To all the players out there who go around finding your conquest and breaking good girls hearts: What the fuck is wrong with you? Seriously,  do you get off when you put another notch in your player belt? Or do you just like the idea of using people? What is it that makes you think that it is ok to play games? Well, hell has no fury like a woman scorned! Perhaps you don't realize that we tell all of our girlfriends about you! They know your name, what you look like and that you are hunting for fresh prey! Not only do you piss of the girl you royally fucked over, you piss off the good guys out there who will give her the love and affection she deserves. Want to know why he's pissed off? Because now he probably won't get a chance. Because of you! Yes you! Your choice to be a douche bag not only affects this girl, it affects YOU! One thing you may not realize, when you choose the `player lifestyle` that girl, that conquest, has the ability to make sure you NEVER get laid again! </p>
<p dir="ltr">This also goes for the guys who string girls along. If you don't want a relationship, tell us. We know what we want and it's not some guy who doesn't truthfully want to spend time with us. We are very aware there is no Prince Charming. We don't expect any love stories out of a Nichols Sparks novel. We want a real man, who can make us laugh. Someone who wants to be with us. Don't tell us what we want to hear. Show us what we want to see. Tell us we are beautiful, make us smile, listen to what we have to say. It's not hard to give up the player lifestyle. Just think, if you keep fucking over girls. You may have the chance to fall in love. You will be that dirty old man at the bar drinking Miller Highlife. You will go home alone. You will grow old alone, have no one to share special moments with. You will die alone. No one wants that. Before its too late change your ways! It's much easier to be nice than to waste your energy being an asshole and creating drama. </p>
Amber DHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965910920308443684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352241464548940795.post-35089014307587963812012-12-03T10:29:00.001-08:002013-02-26T10:52:23.139-08:00Get over yourself.. goodbye!<br />
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Ok, ladies... if you break up with someone, it's OVER O-V-E-R!!! What don't you understand? There is obviously a clear reason, why the pair of you weren't good together. Come on pull up that mental list out of the "ex" section of your brain! Did he leave his socks all over the floor? Did he use your razor? Did he leave the toilet seat up? Did he realize that you are a whole bag of crazy??? Seriously, Exes are exes for a reason!<br />
The first guy I ever dated was a musician. He was a great guy. Divorced, had a little girl, a house, a nice car, great job. Crazy as sh*t ex wife, who wanted him to pay for her everything! His ex wife lived in Raleigh, when she found out about me, she wanted my entire biography! My age, weight, height, hair color, even what size bra I wore! She made sure she ruined any happiness he could possibly have! Trust me, having my first boyfriend, and dealing with this was waaaay to much for me at the time!<br />
Another thing why is it both parties always assume the other one is crazy and lying?? I'll have a girl tell me she dated someone, and the guy will tell me they were only friends! The girl flips out, and the dude stays calm. I mean there is a HUGE difference between being friends with someone, and dating someone. Just because you guys go eat with some friends, and he picks up your dinner, does not make him your boyfriend. It's just means he's actually nice! I never say anything bad about my exes, unless it's true! Trust me, with the last one I went through hell and back, and made it out alive.<br />
These crazy drama queens, make the guys think we are all like this! That sucks for the 3% of us who are actually normal! I had a guy tell me two days ago, "You're beautiful and hate drama, thats awesome!" Umm yea, I don't want the stigma of crazy bitch! Seriously ladies, stop being trashy, stop hooking up with guys just because they asked how you're doing. I recently ran into a friends ex boyfriend (who I hate, he makes my skin crawl) As I was leaving he walked up to me, asking how she was, and if she was dating anyone. I told him not that I was aware of. He looked me in the eye with his drunken stupor, and said "yea, I'm not surprised, she tries to hard.. She's in such a hurry to get hitched" I just smiled, and walked off.<br />
Another thing, you crazy girls are scaring the guys away! Here's a few things you DO NOT talk about, or bring up in the first 3-6 months of dating (unless it's a joke, and you both get it)<br />
1. Marriage<br />
2. How many children you want, or what your kids would look like, or be named!<br />
3. Joint anything! (ie bank accounts, house, car, pet, etc)<br />
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For some reason, people especially women become stupid when they think they could have possibly found "the one" FYI, if it's the first date and you are thinking he's the one you are a fucking moron.. There is someone out there for everyone, but trust me honey! He is more than likely not it. You may see sparks as he walks through the door, but if that happens everytime you meet a guy, you should stop dating for awhile, and just focus on yourself. You need to find out who you are, and what exactly you want. Trust me when I say this, my last boyfriend, when I first saw him, everything was slow motion and I felt all fuzzy. Then after about a year and a half it turned to nausea and fear. Also, never settle for someone who seems like he may turn into the guy you've always wanted.. Now take a deep breath, and re evaluate everything!<br />
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<br />Amber DHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965910920308443684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352241464548940795.post-90086384656249580662012-09-05T19:20:00.002-07:002012-09-05T19:20:24.941-07:00Oh nice guys finish last, when you are the outcast.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So I recently had a guy friend ask me about the "Nice Guys Finish Last" stigma. He said he had seen a video on YouTube with a girl talking about the subject. He asked me to watch the video, then tell him what I thought. Well, if you have read this blog at all, or even know me.. You know I speak my mind! So here it goes!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Being a female, dating is hard.. Being married is even harder! Every guy we go on a date with is always "the nice guy" at the beginning. Then he fucks up! I could end there, but what fun would that be? One thing that always sends up a red flag to me, is when in fact a guy says "nice guys always finish last, Mary Jo won't give me a chance!" Well.. My first question is always.. Why are you single? Followed by.. What happened to your last girlfriend? (God forbid, if you start quoting Train lyrics, I will never speak to you again!) In no way shape or form am I saying, that the end of any relationship is the mans fault! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If you tell me things like.. She didn't like that you play video games all day, or you came home drunk almost every night, or any fight ever became physical.. Then yea, You just might not be a good guy! Like for instance, a recent ex of mine who I refer to as "tattoo boy" ALWAYS accused me of cheating!!! Really?? I was around him at some point everyday!!! We texted or talked on the phone through out the day!! At what point would I have any time to cheat? Then I find out recently, that he is the one who was fucking around! Tisk tisk! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Also, another thing.. When dating, you may be a nice guy.. You may also be annoying! If we do not seem interested, it doesn't mean try harder! When we say fuck off, we mean it.. Especially, if the female is out of your league. Because in that case, the male always becomes stupid, and only wants what he can't have! I met a guy two years ago. I wasn't interested in him by any means, and told him. One night, I was at work.. He showed up as I was sitting at the bar talking to one of my guy friends. Dude flipped out. Then the texts started, when I stopped responding, then came the emails.. Yea.. Can you imagine, how I took that? When I didn't respond to his "I'm a nice guy just give me a chance" emails.. He started showing up at my work again. The only chance I was giving this "nice guy" was to hit the road before I filed for a restraining order!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm bored with this for now ;) </span>Amber DHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965910920308443684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352241464548940795.post-55586359443711342892012-08-02T12:30:00.000-07:002012-08-02T12:31:11.137-07:00We come together, 'cause opposites attract<br />
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So, when it comes to looking for you Price Charming, or your Princess Charming, how do you go about that? What kind of person do you look for? Blonde hair, blue eyes? Or tall dark and handsome? What if the person who you deemed as your "type" isn't your type after all? Then what? Do you just reevaluate everything? Well hell... I used to think that my type was tall, adventurious, light hair, and light eyes, until.. as you've read in previous blogs he was a complete monster! Now, I have no clue what my type is..<br />
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The past five years since I have been single.. very single. I started finding myself attracted to tall bald men. There is just something about bald men, I find completely attractive! Especially if they are in a suit and tie.. hmm ok, Amber back on track! Then again, a few months ago, I fell for one of my best friends, a shorter guy, who is quite the party animal. Even though I decided it would be best for both of us, not to persue anything. However, here I am now, finding myself attracted to someone who, (even though I thought he was always cute) I never thought I would be. Hopefully he doesn't take this wrong since he said he's going to read it :)<br />
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He is not at all what I am normally attracted to. He's a little shorter than me, he's really goofy! He's also really shy :) He may be a little more obnoxious than me, from the stories he's told me. Yet, it makes me wonder if I have been wrong the entire time, or if it's just the whole theory of "sometimes, someone just walks into your life that makes you change the way you think" I guess there is only one way to find out. However, there's one itsy bitsy problem.. Luckily for you guys it's sometime I have already written about!<br />
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<li>Physical attractiveness. "I think we seek a certain level of attractiveness similar to our own," Ickes says. "The Beast looks for Beauty, not the other way around." If unattractive people pursue attractive people, they are not as likely to be successful, so soon stop doing it.</li>
<li>Money. If you have zero dollars, you may aspire "to hook up with a mate who's loaded," Ickes says, "but what is the chance this person is interested in you?"</li>
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<li>Desire for children. If the desire for a family is a source of contention, similarity of desire might be better, Ickes says.</li>
<li>Religion. "I know some successful mixed marriages," Ickes says. "If you respect and tolerate the differences and don't use the kids as pawns, you can choose your own [spiritual] path."</li>
<li>Class. "How often do you see an aristocrat marry a commoner in real life?" Ickes asks. "That's so rare you only see it in the movies."</li>
<li>Education. "Educated people do not tend to marry stupid people," Ickes says. "But uneducated people can be smart. You need to be able to talk, interact, and share world views."</li>
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Anyone who knows me knows, I am a huge believer in science! I did a little research prior to writing this.. Here's what science has to say about the topic!<br />
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In several studies, researchers have had women smell men's used T-shirts and rank them according to how attractive the smell is. In the past, women have indicated that the most pleasurable shirts belong to men with different major histocompatibility complex (MHC) genes than they do, so scientists believe that women can subconsciously smell a man's genes [source: Kaplan].<br />
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However, when women take birth control pills, it can affect their sense of smell. In a 2008 study, Stewart Craig Roberts of the University of Newcastle found that women on the pill tended to select mates that had similar MHC genes [source: Bryner]. This may be because birth control tricks a woman's body into thinking that it's pregnant, so that a woman is subconsciously sniffing for a relative that will help her care for her nonexistent baby. Researchers hypothesized that women could meet, fall in love and marry a man, only to have the relationship crumble once they went off birth control and got a whiff of the guy's true smell. (Discovery Health)Amber DHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965910920308443684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352241464548940795.post-46231989386863413292012-07-20T10:07:00.000-07:002012-07-20T10:07:10.250-07:00I'm not a junkie for your love.. I'm not a junkie...<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I know I always bitch and complain about my failed dates, relationships, etc.. Hey everyone has a niche, right? Yes, mine is a little jaded.. Yet, I have a right to voice what I think, and you have a choice wether or not you want to sit here for a few minutes and read it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A few things I have noticed on the road to meeting the perfect mate, is people are desperate, and rude. A few months ago I met a guy off a well known dating site, we me for lunch. I was standing at the door of the sushi joint, as he walks up ( I already didn't want to go on this "date" he begged me to go) He looks at me and says, he wants to day drink. At that point I go to my car, sit there and start driving home, my phone buzzes with a text saying "I'm not interested sorry" my response, "You're not the only one, I am almost home. Good luck in your search" Then two days ago, I get an email from the douche bag saying how sorry he was, guess he saw my new pictures I had uploaded) that he felt like an ass.. blah, blah, blah! Whatever! I respond saying, "GOOD BYE" Really? What an ass.</span><br />
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Do not only provide us with pictures you have taken of yourself. It makes us think you have no friends! </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Do not pose in front of your trailer! Actually please do so we are aware of your living situation! </span></li>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If we don't immediatley get back to you, don't blow up our email asking why we're not responding! That will make your chance go right down the drain!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In all reality! We are all looking for something real. Even though, I am sure that I am quite different than other females. I hate roses, I'd rather get dasies. I don't want to be around you twenty four-seven! I want to spend time with my friends, and have my own life! Trust me, it can be balanced! If you trust someone enough, you should be able to prove it. Then again, I have been single five years this month. My ex was jelous, obsessive, angry, and abusive! I learned my lesson. I've also been single by choice. I guess just waiting to be swept off my feet! Good Luck to all in Love.</span><br />Amber DHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965910920308443684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352241464548940795.post-66156390374890909062012-06-30T20:00:00.004-07:002012-06-30T20:03:29.526-07:00Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi, Prada, basic bitches wear that shit, so I don't even bother!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, what is with the way I see men dressed uptown? It's June, 90 degrees outside you idiots are wearing sports coats, and you're sweating!! Really? I understand you want to look appealing to us, but, seeing you all sweating, wiping your forehead with your sleeve, hand, or cocktail napkin.. IS NOT CUTE!! Oh, and what is with the pink, purple, blue, and green, stripes with paisley print shirts? Some men they look great on! However, you must realize pastels, aren't for everyone, and Easter only comes once a year! I appologize as always to anyone I may offend in this process, actually I don't care if I offend you.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I just don't understand how men,have become so bouchee, when did this happen? Trust me, I'd much rather my man be wearing nice jeans, a t-shirt, maybe even a crips button up, basic leather shoes. I just can't seem to trust a man who wears alligator shoes. Especially if they are white or silver. OH, and those slacks that you can see your reflection in, yea.. no thanks! Oh, another good one is the Affliction shirts, so You are a cage fighter? How about you show me some of your BJJ skills! Oh wait, you're telling me anyone can purchase those shirts??? Oh, and you drink so much beer you can't touch your toes?? HAHAHA!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What about the guys who wear golf apparel everywhere they go? I highly doubt when you are walking up to the club at 1130 pm, you just got off the 18th hole. I mean yea, I wear my Callaway hat and golf skirt in public, but get this! I was playing golf. Rainbows and golf shirts are not sexy, unless you are swinging your 9 on the course. Then of course there is this baggy pants, and oversized shirt epidemic! Ugh, and the jeans tucked into the expensive tennis shoes... YUCK! Again, not attractive! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I may be old fashioned, but, I love a man in a suit, and tie.. There is something incredibly sexy about a man with a tie.. Sorry, I was having one of my David Beckham moments there. Even if they are wearing the dark washed jeans, button up, tie, with a sweater.. Yea, there it is again. Ok, before I drool all over my laptop, and shortwire the keyboard, let me get to the point! Boys, we do NOT like sloppy dressed men! Unless you are working on your car and covered in grease (heehee), doing yard work, etc, try to look nice! Even at the gym I see most men looking better than the men I see out. They are trying to impress the busty girl on the treadmill! Again boys, take it from me, try to look nice! We don't get ready thinking, "oh, I hope no one notices me tonight, maybe I shouldn't wear my pushup bra, and matching thong!" I hope someone gets something out of this :-) Goodnight, and have naughty dreams xoxoxo</span>Amber DHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965910920308443684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352241464548940795.post-70791098265476206802012-06-29T16:09:00.000-07:002012-06-29T16:09:01.665-07:00Where troubles melt like lemon drops way above the chimney tops...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You know that moment, when you realize how overworked you really are, and you are like a kettle boiling on the stove.. The steam is starting to whistle, as you loose your grip on reality, and slip into a transverse world where nothing really matters anymore.<i> </i>I reached that point today. I broke down, I hit bottom. Now I have to pick myself back up, dust off my pants, and learn to take over my life again. I am a complete, workaholic, I love working, I love being busy, I don't know how to relax! I am also incredibly competitive! So for me to accept defeat is hard. At this time, I am take much needed personal time, away from my daily activites. I am going to focus on myself, as well as my writing. Maybe I can get this book written finally :-) It's only been three years! I am taking time off work, social events, and just relaxing. I haven't had a day off in two years, I need me time!</span>Amber DHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965910920308443684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352241464548940795.post-47995744660292623262012-06-17T10:51:00.001-07:002012-06-17T10:51:38.897-07:00Excuse Me Mr. CreeperSo, friday night, I meet a girl friend of mine out at a local bar. I make my way through the slightly crowded top bar to find my friend at the back bar which is called "the yard." I find my friend talking to a man, we will call this man Max! She introduces us, and we all start talking. My friend brings up a conversation we were having earlier in the day, about a bra that I had purchased.<br />
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Ok, so this will make sense, I will recap the earlier event for you! I had gone shopping a few days earlier, Victoria's Secret, was having their semi annual sale! I dislike shopping so in a rush to get what I wanted and get out, I grabbed a nude colored bra in my size (36D) and made a dash for the register! Well what I failed to realize is that the bra I had chosen was from their Gorgeous line! It adds two cup sizes. Which I still think is odd that they make them for D cups! This bra makes me a 36F! Umm yea, no thanks! Well earlier friday, while getting ready, I tried the bra on with the shirt I was planning on wearing that evening. The shirt wouldn't fit, due to adding two cup sizes to my already large chest! I texted my friend telling her the hilarious story about the bra, and how my shirts failed to fit, while wearing said bra!<br />
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She brings up this conversation in Max's presence, so I relay the same story I did for you! My friend leaves to fetch a drink, and leaves me with Max. Max introduces me to as I like to call him Mr. Creeper! Max looks at Creeper, and asks him to guess my bra size! Creeper looks befuddled at the question. He then introduces himself to me, and Max points out that he is Canadian. I did not know that this conversation would lead to Mr. Creeper standing over my shoulder the entire night.<br />
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I don't understand why men, get some creepy sometimes. Do they really think we find it amusing that they stalk us out like prey? Maybe, that is just me, but, I find it menacing!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">When do you decide it's time to start looking for your perfect mate? Do you just get tired of being lonely? Is it just time to grow up, and become and adult? Time to start living "The American Dream"? Well for me, it just means that I have become incredibly bored with the idea of entertaining myself. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />Don't get me wrong, I always get hit on.. It just seems like they are the wrong ones for me. Then again, I think to myself what is my "type"? Bankers, Doctors, Lawyers? Tattooed biker guy? Clean cut JFK look-a-like? Umm yea, how about we roll all that into one person. Is that possible? Can you genetically design the perfect mate? Yea right! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I love going out and looking around. Looking at the couples I see, and thinking to myself. How did they meet? Where did they meet? What made them click? In-fact, how does match making work? What attracts you to someone? Is it the special twinkle in their eye? They way their hair is combed? I look at people when I meet them, and size them up (I am not going to lie). I look at their eye color, check for any scars that appear to the naked eye. I dated a guy years ago, who had this large weird scar, by one of his eyes. I asked him what happened. All he said was "beer bottle." I asked him to leave. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I also always wonder if I am anyone's type... I am crazy, obnoxious, loud, free spirited, and I have tattoos, and want many more. Some people tell me, that it's not something that people look for. Then again, I just don't care. Why should I? I am not going to change for anyone. I am me, hear me roar. Hahaha, I just re read that it made me smile and giggle. Everyone at the coffee house is looking at me like I am crazy! Oh well, I am! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Ok, I really have no idea what to write about obviously! I just noticed, I haven't written in a while. Figured I'd give you guys something to ponder on, especially while I am still working on the Rabbit Hole Survey.</span>Amber DHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965910920308443684noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352241464548940795.post-62342798886888496312012-02-22T14:30:00.000-08:002012-02-22T14:30:30.621-08:00Oh, she's a gold digger.. that digs on me...So why do men <i style="font-weight: bold;">LOVE </i> gold diggers, and attention whores?? What gets men off by having some selfish, self absorbed, and on most cases I've seen.. unattractive, little girl want them? Is it some weird psychological fatherly instinct? Is it they think they can't get a real woman? Why do those guys get defensive when you call them a <b><i>player</i></b>? The way I look at it, is some girls for some reason have horrible insecurities. It keeps them from being the person they wish they could aspire to be, and it turns them into lime light chasing wannabes! I guess it's too much for a successful man to want a successful woman, because then who would wear the pants in the relationship? God forbid a powerful woman, who is normal finding a powerful man.<br />
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Then again, I can't say it surprises me! I go around uptown Charlotte, I look at the men, who are taking home a different girl every night, buying every girl they see a drink, and they look proud. Just like daddy lion when he brings home a zebra caucus for his cubs, and lioness. It makes men feel proud to be the ones who get the most, the won who wins the race, they have with their inner ego! Oh, have you seen the chicks, when they see a shiny new car, or a group of guys sitting in a VIP section, ordering bottles of belvedere. Those guys know your game! Surprisingly they have whore-dar! They can spot you! Don't worry they are just as stupid as you, so it won't be any battle of wits, so go ahead gold diggers, take a sigh of relief! You wont actually have to think!<br />
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It's people like this who ruin society! I really hate when you give someone a chance, just to find out they are wrapped around one of those, girls fingers! I hate to bring it to your attention, but there is more to relationships than money, fast cars, and your social status! It surprises me when I meet someone just to find out, they are in fact the person that I despise! Even though his friends tell you he's such a good guy, and you put yourself on the line. Just to find out all they want to do is use you and lie to you! Seriously? I'm not one of these dumb girls who only wants to be eye candy, and love you for your money! I actually have my own opinions, and am not afraid to say whats on my mind!<br />
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Then again, you tell them what you really think, they get confused. Thank that digger for that! All those mind games she's been playing on him, confuses his little man brain! He actually thinks you are talking about someone else! "Sweetie, I'm so sorry he made you feel that way"<br />
"Umm who are you referring to? I was talking about you!" Then they freak out! Holy strawberry Batman, you don't care! They don't know what to do, except... Yep, you got it<b><i> LIE</i></b>!<br />
They have no clue what you're talking about, then they try to reel you back in. Hmmm what move can they make on this life size chess board. They try to cover their ass by playing the game, they've been played with! Just for you, yes you Powerful Woman, you! You, to Check, Mate!<br />
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Then the game ends, they start asking you really unusual questions, because they realize they have lost, and you are in fact the master! You know these questions have to do with another girl, even though they don't admit it! They still hope you are kinda dumb, and wont figure it out. Now to the best part! They have lied so much, they don't think they are going to get caught! GOD FORBID, that girl the attention whore, I was referring to, post everything!!! Hmmm.. excuse me Mister, would you like to pick your dignity up off the floor, or just let your balls continue to shrivel up and fall off?<br />
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The fun part? They are dumb enough not to understand, that you actually get whats going on! You thought you met a normal guy, that was sweet, and real! I mean, someone I trust, tells me, go for it! Then when I tell that friend I'm done, he tells me not to! I listen! Guess what happens... Come on take a wild guess... Yea! You're right, He's full of it, fuller than before! There is so much drama! I think every man needs to ask himself, if he was himself, but didn't have the money, the cars, or the houses, would these gold diggers, and attentions whores want anything to do with them?? I highly doubt it, when you guys loose it all, they will not be there to pick up the pieces! Hopefully, you haven't pissed off the real woman, who you decided to push to the side, and she's there with a broom and dustpan in hand!<br />
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I hope this makes a lot of you think, deep and hard! Look carefully at the people you surround yourself with!Amber DHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965910920308443684noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352241464548940795.post-48354295716264758802012-02-18T09:34:00.000-08:002012-02-18T09:34:39.896-08:00The girl in the RED stilettos!I must say I am quite the simple girl, I love my little black dresses. Well in some cases, my knee length black dresses, for my special events. I also LOVE my red shoes! Yes, everyone makes fun of me, and asks me if I click my heels will I return to Kansas! Or ask me if the pointy toes shoes, should be sticking out from under a house! I laugh, and take a sip of my vodka and sprite, and walk off, before I flick them in the nose.<br />
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I am quite the "firecracker" as Charlie says. I like to have things my way, and I like to have fun! I have a nice set of brass balls, and I'm not afraid of a challenge! Men are lucky, they have it easy. They don't give birth, they don't have cramps, or PMS. They don't have to prove themselves, as much as we do! I spend most of my days, proving that I am more than just a pretty face with fake boobs, and veneers! I actually have a brain, I can spell, and I speak proper English. I love when people walk up to strike up a conversation with me, they dumb down whatever they are trying to tell me. Only for me to respond, just to see that "deer in the headlights" look on their face.Amber DHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965910920308443684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352241464548940795.post-87491181737528214932012-02-06T13:14:00.000-08:002012-02-06T13:14:04.258-08:00I am the girl your father warned you about!I've always been the one to go after anything I wanted! I'm not afraid to step on toes, and I make sure I dig my three inch stiletto deep into your big toe! I don't only march to the beat of my own drum, I dance to it! I never wanted to be the old lady, who sits in her favorite chair, while working on her needle point, and wondering what I did with my life. I get involved in everything I can. I've stared in short films, played extras in movies, been in commercials, ran over a guy with a truck, and got paid for it! I've protested against unconstitutional laws, I'm not afraid to speak my mind, I love getting my hands dirty.<br />
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I was speaking with someone today, when they asked me what would happen if I were to be attacked by someone. I smiled and said, they better hope I don't have my bat! Only for them to look back at me and say "you know they make pepper spray?" Only for me to laugh, and tell them i'm much faster with a bat, than pepper spray! I've done a lot of things in my life I'm not proud of. I've been in situations, where the only thing I could do was pray. I wasn't even sure if anyone was listening, yet, I prayed as hard as I could! I fought the battle against drugs, against stupidity, and made it to where I am today!<br />
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I never thought in a million years, or even a few years ago when I was still with my ex, yet, fearing for my life everyday. That I would be the person I am today! I learned a lot in those five years, I never take shit from anyone, I yell, I scream, and I get my point across! I do what I want, and enjoy getting what I want! I decided a few years ago, that Karma will play a major role in your life! You can either do what's right and benefit, or be a weasel, and become Hammurabi's bitch! I don't know about you, but, I like having both my eyes, as well as both my hands. I also remember Hilter's scene in Little Nicky. I don't want any pineapples shoved up my bum!<br />
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I feel that life is for living, make a difference, live hard, live long, life is too f'n short to do otherwise! Drink a mimosa for breakfast, eat candy for dinner! Get your way! Dance around your house in your underwear, get crazy, go sky diving, ride a horse! Do what makes you happy! Who cares what anyone else thinks! Hell, just the other day, I was feeling down, so, I asked the homeless man near my house, if he could have anything for dinner tonight what would it be. He looked at me, and said.. he could never collect enough money for what he really wanted. I told him, if he told me what he really wanted, whatever it was. I would make sure he would have it for dinner! Needless to say he had a feast!<br />
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There are plenty of things you can do everyday, to show faith in humanity!Amber DHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965910920308443684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352241464548940795.post-23135294688624395362012-01-23T10:16:00.000-08:002012-01-23T10:16:09.875-08:00It's habitual, baby<div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;">At what point does a thought process turn into an action… At what point does that action have a consequence? At what point do you weigh the options?</div><ul style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"><li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;">How is this going to go down?</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;">What supplies do I need?</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;">How long with this take to plan and execute?</li>
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</ul><div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;">The man behind the hood:</strong></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;">Everyone knew what Ted Kaczynski looked like, the hooded man who hid behind the dark sunglasses, and creepy mustache! He was an incredibly smart man! He was accepted into Harvard at the age of 16. He later received a Ph.D from The University of Michigan! At the age of 25 became an assistant professor at Berkeley! Who would have thought, that his wires would have crossed and between the years of, 1978-1995 he would have sent sixteen bombs, to universities and airlines, killing three and injuring around twenty-three! He thought the bombs were necessary, to prove his point! He mailed his “unibomber manifesto” to the New York Times, saying he knew that it was extreme! After being caught, he fired his court appointed lawyers, because they wanted to plead insanity, to keep him from the ultimate punishment of death! Of course, Kaczynski didn’t think he was insane! Then again, they never do! </div><div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;">The man who tried to kill a dream:</strong></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;">James Earl Ray, was the man who was convicted and pleaded guilty for the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr. Since he plead guilty he escaped the death penalty. He was then sentenced to ninety-nine years behind bars! He died in 1998, from Hepatitis C. Ray, had a much different path than Kaczynski, he was raised in a poor family, in California. He joined the U.S. Army at the end of World War Two and served in Germany! He committed his first crime in 1949, he lived a life of crime, multiple armed robberies, burglaries, and a few trips to the penitentiary . In 1959, he was arrested for stealing $120 in a robbery, he was sentenced to twenty-two years, in prison. In 1967 he escaped by hiding in a bread truck that was leaving the prison. After his escape, he stayed on the move. Ending up in Mexico. In November of 1967, he left Mexico, and moved to California. In March of the following year, Ray decided on having a local surgeon perform a nose job, before hitting the road again, to start planning the decision he made to change history. </div><div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;">Twelve days later he headed to Atlanta, Georgia, six days later, he checked into a rooming house, in Atlanta. He then started planning his actions, he purchased a map of the city, found the landmarks of Kings, church, and home. March 30, of that year, he drove back to Birmingham Alabama. There he bought a Remington Gamemaster 760 .30-06 caliber riffle and, a box of twenty cartridges. )A little info on the Gamemaster. A Gamemaster is a pump action riffle, with a 22inch barrel, and easily traceable. You can actually purchase a similar riffle for about $9,000 now days, and it is a collectors item). On April 2, 1968, he packed up and drove to Memphis. </div><div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;">June 8, 1968 Ray was captured at London’s Heathrow Airport, trying to leave the UK using a fake Canadian Passport. On March of 1969, he pleaded guilty after speaking with his attorney. With this plead, he also escaped execution. Ray was said to have left his riffle with his fingerprints on it behind, so he could be one of the most famous criminals in history. In June of 1977, he made the FBI’s most wanted list sadly his 351st entry. Ray passed away in 1998, at the age of seventy. He died from complications from Kidney and Liver failure, caused by Hepatitis C.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;">The life of gangster:</strong></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;">What leads these people to a life of crime? When does it seem like a good idea, to kill someone, rob someone, steal things? Terrorist believe that when they kill someone, they are doing a good deed! How could committing such a heinous crime, give any reward? Other than prison time, and death? Rarely people get away with what they’ve done! When they caught, are they surprised? Do really think they have committed the perfect crime? Is there such thing as a perfect crime? I started watching a show about Killer Women. There was a house maid, I want to say it took place in the 1800’s. She killed her boss lady, cut her up, cooked her, and sold the lard to local pubs for people to eat. She buried the the remains, which weren’t found until recently! Of course now, she can’t be convicted. A life of crime may pay for a short time, but in the long run your going to get caught! You always leave a piece of you behind….</div>Amber DHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965910920308443684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352241464548940795.post-60455204112814639112011-09-20T12:19:00.000-07:002011-09-20T12:23:07.748-07:00I love you.... but...We've all been there! I know I have. You are in love someone, you're happy, thinking about the future! Then one day... You wake up, wonder what happened to that plan you had, about your future. You roll out of bed, hoping HE doesn't wake up, because you don't even want to hear his voice, because it gets on your nerves. You tip toe into the kitchen to make coffee, then realize the noise may possibly wake him. Well, you run back into the bedroom hurry up and get ready for work, there will be coffee when you get there. As your getting ready to leave you hear the grumbling of your loved one asking what your doing. You swallow your disgust and hatred, walk over, and say.. Don't worry baby, go back to sleep i'm off to work! Give him a quick kiss, and make a run for it!<br />
When you get to work, you look at your friend and ask... "When do you know when it's time to leave" For her just to look back at you, and respond "If you're asking that question... then it's time!" Your phone is vibrating on the counter.. His ears must be burning. You unlock your blackberry to see it.. a text reading (from him) What's wrong? You're acting different! You think about what to say that can get you in the least amount of trouble. Baby, I'm fine, just tired, haven't been sleeping well. When in fact you know you want to grab your dog, and run.. run far away, and FAST!<br />
The sad part... it what helped you come to the conclusion that it was time, is a song by The Pussycat Dolls, you heard on So You Think You Can Dance, the night before! Who knew they could be some philosophical?<br />
The question is... If you feel so deeply about someone so deeply, how can you fall out of love with them so quickly? Were you ever in love with them to begin with, or were they just convenient? How do you know?? Is there a way to find out before you waste all of those years, on nothing? Maybe I'll explore this next...Amber DHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965910920308443684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352241464548940795.post-42615214322072826172011-09-15T12:53:00.000-07:002011-09-15T12:53:25.906-07:00BBC - Science & Nature - Secrets of the Sexes<a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/sn/tvradio/programmes/sexsecrets/">BBC - Science & Nature - Secrets of the Sexes</a>:<br /><br /><a style="font-size:13px" href="https://chrome.google.com/webstore/detail/pengoopmcjnbflcjbmoeodbmoflcgjlk">'via Blog this'</a>Amber DHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965910920308443684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352241464548940795.post-8086698436616549492011-09-15T08:38:00.000-07:002011-09-15T08:38:42.933-07:00Would you like the RED pill or the BLUE pill?I am starting a project! It's called the Rabbit Hole: How a mans mind works! Yea, I know sounds cheesy, I sent out a questionnaire to a few of my male friends, asking them about 10 questions! They all have the same questions, but it should be interesting to see how they all answer! Hopefully, I will have that up soon...Amber DHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965910920308443684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352241464548940795.post-45828684608573261752011-09-12T11:25:00.001-07:002011-09-12T11:26:29.532-07:00Who is the little guy?<br />
Most guys treat sex like car problem, bigger wrench, pull/push harder, etc. When in essence all you have to do to bond and have mind blowing sex is form a real and true connection-- almost on any level. Once you do that, the gloves are off. Patience pays when it comes to women and real sex.. That's according to my friend Robert! Which is very true! That's one thing I have never truly understood.. Sex on the first date? What's the point?<br />
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First of all, you have to mental connection! Second of all, how much do you know about this person? What's their last name? Do they have any siblings? When is their birthday?? I'm told by many of my guy friends, that if you sleep with them on the first date, they will never have a serious relationship with you!<br />
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Then why do they try? C'mon their guys, they only really truly think with the head that's being held back by their flashy button up fly! I do wonder when they are on that first date... hmmm... when do they decide if they are going to try? Is it part of their stupid little game they play to get you to jump into bed (or the backseat depending on what kinda girl you are)? I've met plenty of guys, that when I've said it's not going to happen, they move on! Their loss not mine!<br />
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Still my favorite is still the guy who gets drunk intentionally, and then looks at you and says... "So where am I sleeping?"<br />
Just for me to look right back over, and say... "Your house if you can make it, i'll even walk you to your car!" Today in this world, just like Lil' Kim said... If a guy has three girls than he's the man, if a girl do they same then she's a whore! So who came up with that? some jerk with little man syndrome?<br />
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My whole reason isn't to bash men... They have good tendencies.. They mow grass, open jars, lift heavy things, and some are just pretty to look at! Ooooh nothing better than a tall man with muscles and tattoos, not wearing a shirt lifting something heavy, and wiping the sweat from his brow... ok, snap out of it, enough day dreaming! Or is it enough... lalalalaAmber DHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965910920308443684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352241464548940795.post-4955433901268208242011-08-26T08:04:00.000-07:002011-08-26T08:04:40.102-07:00The Green Eyed Girl Charlotte is going on location!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Get ready!! I'm turning this blog into a podcast!!! A live, show that will be on youtube.com plus, I am also starting a website!! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'll be going around to local, bars and restaurants, and asking you guys questions about: Love, Sex, and Relationships!! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So get ready the camera is coming out to play!!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> You roll over look at your clock, and see that time has arrived, the time a day where it all begins! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">You wake up everyone morning.. Just hoping that it is going to be a wonderful day! You sit up in bed, stretch your arms, and make that growling yawn, that sounds like a mix between an angry bear, and a dying trojan soldier. You wipe your eyes, and roll out of the fort you built during all the tossing and turning you did during the night. Your feet slip into your fuzzy leopard print slippers you pull on your silky robe, and make your way into the bathroom, to wash off the disgust you acquired the night before! You look in the mirror, and think to yourself, or even say in a soft whisper.. "what the @#$% happened?" Your eyes are blackened with the glamorous smokey eye you achieved before starting the night, but wonder when exactly you started transforming into a cracked out raccoon. Your hair is a whole different story! Seriously, was I in a Ke$ha look a like contest?? You start looking through your iPhone, you see you called almost everyone you know including you know including your boss, an ex, and arch enemy, and even some numbers you randomly dialed! You can't even imagine what you would have said! You are terrified to look at your text messages, you know if you took the time to personally call people, who knows what you texted to people!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">You step into the shower, and as the water is running over you, and your starting your lather, rinse, repeat, ritual images start flowing! You start remembering, there was a lot of loud music, there was a lot of dancing, a lot of drinking, you even danced on a table... Ok, that sounds like every night on the town! As you smother your hair with your deep conditioner, and start shaving your legs, you notice a big bruise on your leg, and OUCH! it freakin' hurts! What the hell happened! You rush to finish, get out dry off, put your robe and slippers on. Run outside your house, hair still soaking wet, and you sigh with relief! Good news, you didn't drive, your car is not in your driveway! Crap! did I drive and it was stolen! A look of confusion appears on your face! You walk inside and you smile, there is a receipt, from a cab company! You walk into your living room, there is a lump covered in blankets! You tip toe over to your fire place, and grab that log poking stick (what is that thing called anyways??) You want to poke the lump! The lump grumbles, you get a little nervous... who is under there! I head pops up! You see the face, it's not familiar. You ask the blonde surfer looking boy who he is! He looks at you and tells you, you and your friend tried to pick up him and his boyfriend. You can't help but to laugh! Then you remember your best friend is asleep in your guest room! You run up to wake her up! The surfer boy fills us in...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">apparently this is how your night went!</span><br />
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<ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">You started off pre-gaming with straight grape vodka</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">You got a cab uptown</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">You drank more</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">You danced on a few tables</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">You got lost and departed from your friend!</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">You yelled and hit a bouncer with your shoe, when he tried to help you</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Your phone finally rings, and you find your friend.. She's in a cab on the street</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">You pick up a gay guy who takes you to a gay bar, because they still serve until four am!</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">His boyfriend doesn't want to party, but he does, so you take him home</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The very nice gay guy tells you what you did the night before!</span></li>
</ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Hmmm.. Maybe Ole' Mick didn't say it best! </span></div><div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Oh well, at least you are safe, and (so far) there isn't a warrant for your arrest!</span></div><br />
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</div></div>Amber DHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965910920308443684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352241464548940795.post-46074815138218145522011-08-24T12:07:00.000-07:002011-08-24T12:07:54.358-07:00She's going for distance.. She's going for speed... SHE IS ALL ALONE<div>I'm so tired of watching my girlfriends, meet the perfect guy for them... Just to find out that guy needs to do one little thing!! Grow a pair! </div><div><br />
</div><div>When I hear my friends talking about how things may not be working out, I start asking questions! I tell them to start from the begining. I ask, did you bring up marriage too soon? Talk about how you're biological clock is ticking, and you're ready to pop out a few? Are you texting or calling him too much, posting to many comments on his facebook posts, or posting too many that relate to him? Then I dig deeper. I ask what this guy does, where does he live, any children, crazy exes, I even tell them to google the guy, and look him up on the arrest inquiry for where he lives! Yea, I know it sounds crazy! It's saved me quite a few times! My roommate started "seeing" a guy recently lets call him... (hmm what would be a good name??) Let's call him.. George! George seemed like a really nice guy! I approved of him from the get go! Nice guy, successful, even had an adorable little girl! Seemed to me a great guy for her! George lives in Asheville, where as most of you know is only a couple hours away! That made Lil' Georgie a lil' nervous! I"m sorry, but only two hours away, isn't bad! After all, if I knew I had feelings for someone, and I wanted to make it work, I don't care if they were one of Santa's helpers, living at the North Pole, I would make it work.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Dating as much as I hate it, shouldn't be feared! Well, let me rephrase that! The people you meet can be a bit scary, but, you never know that next frog you kiss could turn into a prince! Yea, I know I seem like an angry cold hearted bitch, (don't worry, it's ok! I call myself that) I do have a little insight! I mean after all, I just met a guy who I'm completely into , and guess what? He lives in Seattle! </div><div><br />
</div><div>I came up with an idea this summer with a friend of mine, who I recently found out wasn't a friend who I thought she was! That we were going to start out own website.. I'm actually going to go through with it! I have quite a bit to say.. as anyone who knows me may know! Until someone ties me up, and sews my mouth shut, I'm going to keep talking! It's not like my big mouth hasn't gotten me into plenty of trouble already! It hasn't stopped me yet!</div><div><br />
</div>Amber DHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965910920308443684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352241464548940795.post-68869077151393521682011-06-20T22:38:00.000-07:002011-08-26T08:21:04.656-07:00You've got a friendSo why is it, once you enter a relationship, you no longer have your friends? Is it a rule, that once you have a boyfriend or girlfriend, your boyfriends and girlfriends are no longer of importance? Girls get jealous of their boyfriends female friends, and vice versa! If you care about someone, shouldn't you take them as they are? When you meet that person, do you customize them? Make them change their hair color, change the way they dress? No! You love everything about them.<br />
I learned a long time ago, when I was in a situation where; my friends were not good for me, and the way I dressed wasn't appropriate. However, his friends were good for me, and whatever he wanted to do was appropriate! I hate to break it to you boys out there! Just because you have a penis doesn't make you king!<br />
For you ladies out there, who do the same thing... You are not the queen!<br />
When it comes to relationships, you shouldn't change your whole life around, to make that person happy! If you are someone they want to be with, they should like everything about you! You should still be allowed to live your life, and "do you"<br />
<i> </i>There has been plenty of times, where I've had guy friends, who I would hang out with, watch movies, play scrabble, etc... THEY WERE JUST FRIENDS!! Then they get girlfriends, and adios! I never see them, or talk to them anymore. They are gone, luckily because of Facebook, and having girlfriends who take pictures of EVERYTHING they do, I know they are still kickin!<br />
The way I look at it, is... If your friends were there before the significant other, they are going to be there after! I learned my lesson before, I got rid of my friends, then... When I had to leave my ex, I had to beg for forgiveness from my friends! That was a lot of arse to kiss!<br />
That is a subject every couple needs to talk about! Surprisingly people have just friends! Also the way it boils down, is if you are that insecure about something that ridiculous... It's not going to work! Another if you are constantly accusing them of cheating or whatever it may be, we immediately think you have a guilty conscious and that is your way of coming clean.<br />
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Friends are forever, boyfriends and girlfriends are easily replaceable!Amber DHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965910920308443684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352241464548940795.post-8766819899015217682011-06-15T21:28:00.000-07:002011-08-26T08:22:33.722-07:00Nine Lives<div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN">When will friends learn to just be friends... I'm probably one of the few girls who can have guy friends who are just guy friends. They are there when I need them, a shoulder to cry on with out the reach around. However there is the one guy friend, who If I had met him under different circumstances he would have definatley been lust material. He's a great guy to be around, and, I love hanging out with him... Then a week ago, he looks me in the eye and tells me... "I actually like you, and like being friends with you.. but, everytime I am around you I just want to kiss you" Well, now i'm screwed! What do I do, take the chance and possibly loose an awesome friend if it doesn't work out? or remain friends, and wonder... I know typical... <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN">Being a single woman is a lot of work, you keep your eye open at all times for that special guy, then... you spend thirty minutes getting ready to go to the waffle house, just incase David Beckham is sitting at the bar, and his ready to leave Posh, and run away with you! (Hey! I can dream can't I??) God only knows what is in store for you!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="EN">I mean after all, I'm actually in love with someone I never fell out of love with...</span></div>Amber DHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965910920308443684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352241464548940795.post-13722631450903676662011-06-10T13:50:00.000-07:002011-08-26T08:21:53.797-07:00Here we go again...Now, that I'm in my late twenties, I've realized that I am in fact ready to settle down. I want to find the special person who makes me feel like I am complete. However, to get to that point, you have to go on multiple dates, with all the wrong guys. As your getting ready for each date, you put on your make up, pick out the perfect outfit, and hope that this one could possibly be the one. Then you walk into a crowded wine bar, to see the blind date you've been set up with standing in the corner sipping on a corona. You think to yourself, "should I slowly back out, and hope he doesn't see me?" Ooops too late, you've been spotted. You make your way over to find that the "tall handsome banker" you were supposed to meet, is balding, but, still has more hair on his head than the teeth in his mouth. YIKES!<br />
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There is always that guy, the one your friend sets you up with, who they think is perfect for you! Obviously, your friend needs to learn something about you, because setting you up with a Jersey Shores reject really isn't your cup of herbal tea! You go on date after date, after long painful date. Well, at least there is dinner... right? There's been a few times, I've just had to part ways, before the server could bring the drinks. Heck, I've even had a date leave me, at the restaurant because, he just couldn't take a joke! Seriously, where are the guys who aren't afraid to get their hands dirty, take less time to get ready than I do, and a sense of humor is a MUST!!! We are all aware that prince charming doesn't really exist, if you do think that, here is a free reality check! No one is perfect, however someone is perfect for you! Just keep fishing, you will keep catching guppies for a while, but, one day, when your line tugs, there will be a prize winner waiting for you, just don't try to mount it on your wall :-)Amber DHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965910920308443684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352241464548940795.post-24496657616877243592011-06-10T13:34:00.000-07:002011-08-26T08:28:58.371-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: blue;">Being a single woman, is a hard life to balance. You have to juggle work, friends, family, and (trying) to live a healthy lifestyle. I was single through most of my life, all through high school, and college. Then one day, I met this guy. I thought he was the ONE, the guy who was going to sweep me off my feet. Boy, after five years, I found out I was very, very wrong. He didn't sweep me off my feet into his arms, he only sweeped me off my feet into a wall.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: blue;">When I decided to leave, I moved home. I was happy to find out one of my best friends was moving back as well. When she arrived she introduced me to dating websites. So, I made a profile, uploaded a few photos, and hoped I wasn't going to meet Charlie Manson. So, a guy emailed me, Cute photos, great job, seemed really nice. Ummm yea, so I meet him at a bar, he was surrounded by empty cocktail glasses (and, I was early). Shortly after I arrive his speech starts slurring, and he starts yelling. I try my hardest to start acting crazy, saying things like "I always carry a knife, just in case I have to stab someone" his response "That's SO hot" No matter what I said it did not turn this guy off. Luckily I convinced him I was tired and wanted to go home. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: blue;">For some reason I decided to keep on keepin' on! Date #2 Owner of a construction company. Seemed like a nice guy, once again, cute photos. His idea for a date, Bobcats game!! Of course, I had never been to one, and being the huge sports fan that I am; I was very excited!! He then tells me he's getting courtside tickets!! I'm getting more and more excited. So I meet the guy at the arena before the game. After introducing himself he then tells me he hasn't gotten tickets yet, and need to buy them. UGH really?? He then buys floor seats from some guy off the street. Ended up being pretty good seats! Then we sit down, the game starts, I'm focused into the game! What does #2 do?? Starts talking... Once again UGH! He's also trying to convince me, not only is he just that awesome, he is a stunt crotch rocket rider, and he busted his sprocket! I excuse myself to the ladies room. The lady that was sitting a few seats down from us approaches me, asking if it was our first date. I told her yes, she asked if there would be a second one, I smiled and said "NO" </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: blue;">After the game, we meet some of my friends at a bar across the street. Luckily, I was able to ditch him. Later I find out he asked my best male friend if I was in fact a whore, and slept with a lot of guys.</span><br />
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