I Would Do Them, Under Different Circumstances........

It's one of those night's where I just feel like looking at beautiful people. Ever have one of those. So, let me show you some of the people I find appealing. Not those stupid Maxim I Would Rape Her girls, or the People's Top 10 Sexiest Men Alive types. I don't think. No George Clooney or Brad Pitt on my list. I like my guys flawed, a little more real. I think Jennifer what's her name is pretty, but she's about as bright as the lamp by my bed that I keep forgetting to change the bulb in, which totally distracts me. I can't help it. I would buy one of those dolls if a brain was not required for me. Also, not to ruin the fantasy, but one of the different circumstances for the girls below would be if I were bi, which, I'm not, but hey, fantasize away. It's not for me to judge. ;)

Ever watch the show Bones? I really love David Boreanaz.



Gerard Butler, not Gerard Butler from 300 all oiled up and shouting indecipherable shit at the cameras. Nah, not feeling that. I'm more the Gerard Butler of Law Abiding Citizen, evil plotting genius kind of girl. Oh hell to the yeah.


David Duchovny, simply put: Californication. Sexual proclivities.


Jason Statham....and oh hot damn, the accent. Bonus points!!


Jimmy Fallon, shut your mouth. There is so much to be said for a guy who can make you laugh, plus he's a doll. So damn cute in that disheveled way. So, fuck off if you don't like it.


Okay, now for the ladies...........

Smoking hot and getting hotter by the day, Jennifer Aniston


Zooey Deschannel is super innocent looking, but something tells me those big eyes have some big secrets. I think she is really beautiful.


Pink is just plain fucking hot. She rocks a serious set of pipes and she is majorly acrobatic. Uhh, hello??!!



Now you have a little taste of the quirky people who I think are hotter than the average hot. Not really a post of boredom so much as a little insight into who I am without me giving you any actual information about me, which is what I almost posted about tonight. Some generic 10 Things You Don't Know About Me sort of thing. But as I started to type it, I realized how truly disinterested I was with sharing the minutia of my life with people who probably weren't interested in hearing it. So, instead, you got the hotness. You're welcome. Now, off to work or play or whatever it is you do after reading this lovely little cluttered page of mine.

I am off to crawl in bed next to someone who looks suspiciously similar to Jason Statham, and no, I promise I didn't do that on purpose. ;)

It's Not Just Me, Right?

Okay, I need some reassurance, here. Well, need is a rather strong word for it. I want some reassurance. No, that sounds wrong, too. I demand someone else bust down the fucking door and acknowledge that you can love your country and still not feel compelled to sit and watch this kind of shit.



First, let me be clear about the video I pulled, it is not the Olympic performance, because the couple watered down their costumes for the Olympics under pressure. Why? Because they were told their costumes might be offensive. No, dipshits, it was your lack of understanding of the people you were supposedly paying tribute to in your dance that was offensive to them. But, anyway, that is not why I posted this.

I am just saying, I am not a fan of the Winter Olympics. They look cold, I hate cold. I don't dislike cold, people. It's not a person, I'm not going to hurt it's feelings or burn in eternal damnation or some stupid shit like that for saying it. I am 100% comfortable in my deep hatred of the cold. I HATE HATE HATE HATE it. The longer it lasts, the more I hate it.

Then, in the middle of a horrible, snowy, nasty winter, NBC hijacks my fucking television with scenes of non-stop ice and snow. Are you kidding me? People are tweeting and emailing and blogging about skating and skiing and curling and hockey, hockey, HOCKEY???!!!!

Sometimes it is on in my house. One morning I was watching the Today show when I was accosted by Carrot Top, no, What. The. Fuck. That was an Olympic Gold Medalist. Oh yes, that damn snowboarder Shaun White, you little Carrot Top looking thing you. It is a good thing you are talented or you would never get laid.



More importantly, I was Facebook bombed by a private message, pointing out that it was patriotic to support our Olympic athletes. They are ice dancing Bitch, not saving children!!!! WTF!! A little perspective, please. Yes, if you are wondering, with many more words, that is what I said to her. Is it nice to hear that the USA hockey team beat Canada, I guess if you are a hockey fan it certainly would be for you. Much like I love to see my boys in blue (UK Wildcats) win their basketball games. Do I think anyone who lives in Kentucky and doesn't follow them throughout the season to be less of a Kentuckian, ummmm, no, because that is fucking stupid, because guess what, not everyone likes basketball. Or sports in general.

For those of you who do enjoy the Olympics, enjoy them while they last, thoroughly. I am happy for you. Please do understand that I am doing the countdown to Jimmy Fallon's return. I miss him. I resent the fuck out of your ski people and skaters and especially those strange curling, ice sweeping fucks who clearly just ran out of sports and decided that was all they had left for taking him away from me. I will be glad when they have stopped coming between me and that funny little beer pong playing man of mine.

This Wicked Girl...........

........is not a fucking morning person. I have insomnia in a major way. Let me break that down for you, that means, I stay up late, then I lay down, I think about ridiculous shit that will never happen, but if by some bizarre, mind bending chance it does, I am prepared bitches. NO FEAR!! If you come to derby and the aliens attack, just call me, I have it all worked out. Thank you to the makers of Topomax, fuckers!

By prepared, I mean, like a couple of years ago, while having my morning coffee and watching the news, my sleepy little ass heard a rumbling, not like my stomach, like another fucking tornado (which we had experienced two months earlier), but further, and like slow, then it started to get louder, then it sounded like the wind, but then my house started to move.....yeah, you assholes on the left coast are laughing. We were having a fucking earthquake, in Kentucky. So, I literally sat on my sofa, look up at a giant picture hanging above my head and thought, "damn, how securely did I hang this?" then I continued to sit, under my giant picture....I also quickly calculated whether I should wake my children, who slept through the earthquake (my son also slept through tornado, but in his defense(?), he sleeps in basement, which is where we seek shelter, so I didn't wake him, we merely huddled next to him while trees fell all around us and the tornado touched down 50 yards away from my fucking house!!)(oops, that was a long parenthetical break) By the time I was finished weighing the pros and cons and had decided to let them sleep, the earthquake was over. No harm, no foul. Well, not to us. It did some very minor damage in the area. Plus, I didn't look like an idiot in a panic like the news people I was watching. I just sipped my coffee and had an earthquake.

....is also not a 9 to 5 kind of gal. Sitting in an office typing, filing, faxing. No, not my thing. I'm not very tolerant of people for long periods of time, I need breaks from them or I tend to get like a caged animal. I will bite, claw, chew my way through you. Whatever it takes to get free. I like jobs that mix it up. I like to have co-workers, obviously. Subordinates, I am fine with that too. Customers are fine, I like manipulating people around to making them think purchasing what I suggested was actually their idea. Obviously, I would prefer to just travel the world and write about my wicked journeys. Wouldn't you love to read about that? I would love to allow you that privilege. I will pitch it to numerous Travel type e-mags and real print monsters tomorrow, so be sure to comment about how MUCH you would pay to read that, in fact, send friends and family over to leave comments stating the same, we will sway them with this post (or something like that) and then we will all be winners!

.....might be a natural born killer. I am pretty sure I could kill a mother fucker. I have actually thought this through. Not like, plotted my ex-husband's death, kind of thought it through. Just the 'if someone did that to one of my kids' kind of thought it through. So, yeah, I am a natural born killer. Then I watched Last House on the Left. That totally sealed the deal. I am pretty sure you are supposed to be a little bit skeeved out by the fact that the normal people turn into brutal murderers. Ya know, instead of cheering like you are watching a ballgame. Oh well. I have the instinct and a daughter.

......would have to kill that mother fucker with a high heel. This is not a joke, the only sharp objects in my home I have never injured myself on but I know I could hurt a bad guy with are definitely some of my stilettos. So, yes, I will kill you, but it really will be with a beautiful Manolo to the carotid artery. Prepare yourself, my mother is a nurse, I have checked to be certain exactly where I need to plunge the heels, I am first going to plunge the death blow, then while you bleed out, I am definitely doing some more painful damage. Just giving you a heads up.(Zing! Pun, you knew it was coming, right?)

..........will totally get away with it because I am smart enough to set it all up in advance, fly in under a secret name with false documents and be back on location to continue my travels for my fantastic job where I write about my wicked journeys. Fuck, people keep up. We just covered that a few paragraphs back.

........would have totally been a stripper to pay my way through college.(had it not been for that whole "having a kid and husband at the time" thing) Also, my parents would be completely okay with it. They wouldn't like, come and watch or anything, but they wouldn't go into some sort of panic, as long as I wasn't taking any risks or on drugs, they wouldn't mind me using men's weakness for the female form to make money. My aunts and I have this debate all the time. One of them is appalled every time I say it, the other two are with me on it all the way and agree that they too still wish they had at least tried stripping. Funny, isn't it. Like some strange desire to have a roomful of people watch you undress. Exhibitionism at it's finest.

......is going to bed now. This non-morning person has to be awake at Oh Holy Hell it's early in the morning. So, I'm going to go lay awake and think up new ways to fend off the Taliban.

Love Letters of Camelot........

As I write this post, they are auctioning the love letters, handwritten, of John F. Kennedy to Gunilla von Post. I read through them. I had to do it. I am a lover of all things Kennedy.


Gunnila von Post


Actual photocopy of one of the letters being auctioned(no idea I was such a geek, huh? Only about hot former president's, I promise)

He met her just before he married Jackie. Pursued her while he was a Senator. Their affair, as it were, which was very brief and consisted of more letters than time together, was over long before his presidential bid ever began. It does eliminate the question for those who have said that he merely became ravenous of women once he had ultimate power.

Make no mistake, Jack was never in love with Jackie. She was never who he wanted to be with in life. She was the woman his father decided would get him to the top. So Jack accepted this as his fate, most of the time, on occasion he would go to his father, plead his case for divorce when he would fall in love with one of his dalliances, be denied, berated, reminded of the bigger picture and fall back into line. Meanwhile, Jackie would do, well, whatever it was Jackie did while Jack dallied.

What. The. Fuck. This is where I get very frustrated and torn. I respect John F. Kennedy immensely as a President. Much the same as (and flame me for this if you wish, I give a fuck less) I respect Bill Clinton immensely as a President. Would I tolerate either of them as a husband, Hell NO! But, one skill set has very little, in fact virtually nothing, to do with the other.

I also respect the post JFK Jackie Kennedy Onassis, as do I feel Hillary Rodham Clinton is a woman who has shown incredible strength, backbone and intelligence in the face of great adversity. How can two women who had husbands who so publicly and flagrantly betrayed them also show such strength and poise? One answer is these women knew they were entering into political marriages. Oh, you heard me, take off your rose colored glasses and follow me into the seedy little rabbit hole.

A political marriage is a marriage of an entirely different nature. This I do know. I know some politicians. Some who fell into politics late, who were married to people they love long before politics were thought of, others, well, political potential was a factor in their mate. So, how does that work, now your rank is factored by age, sexual performance, beauty, and political assistance potential. No pressure there. What man is worth that? Especially when it seems virtually every politician coming and going these days is cumming and going.

There are the women who you fall in love with and there are the women who look wholesome and warm and like they would sit down at your kitchen table and listen to your problems. Understand this now, these guys have multi-billion dollar corporations begging them for favors, does Ms. Wholesome handing them a muffin when they get home keep them satisfied? Or, even worse, reminding them they need to be home early tomorrow because her mother will be in town. Even on a state level, they already have mistresses. Well, assuming that they are truly into females, which they may or may not be. Assuming, also, that they are male, which they may or may not be and yes, this does work in reverse for the females, they are just as likely to be sleeping with their aids, interns and assistants as the males, no one goes blameless or untouched, or at least very few do, with the rare exceptions of those who entered into the game late, because they felt passionately about something and were already grounded in life.

You show me a lifelong politician, I will show you a politician who knows how to win elections, knows how to get policies passed, make things happen and has cheated on their spouse at least once for a long period of time or repeatedly with a string of partners. I'm not hating nor am I just headline jumping, I'm just stating an inside view factoid.

By the way, my dear conservative friends who are shaking your heads and saying, "That's those liberals who do that." Ummm, building a house of cards is a very risky thing, and the foundation yours is built on is just made of cards, people from political families, very flawed people, people who have already fallen in so many ways, men who have been found in public bathrooms seeking sexual favors from other men, people who have histories of addictions. So, let us remember those houses can fall so easily and with such a swiftness, one unexpected breeze. Besides, Cindy McCain was scary!!!! So, I am giving you that John clearly married for love.

The political world is full of A type personalities. Controlling, strong, organized, overseers. They have to be, they are used to having their needs catered to at a whim. It's part of the deal. You are surrounded by a staff who meets you before you get into your office telling you who has called, who needs to see you, who has requested some of your time, what has gone wrong and who is trying to fix it, who is mad at you and who is planning to kiss your ass at what time. That's before your actual scheduled day begins. It's stressful. You have an entire constituency who is relying on you to help them and believe it or not, most of them really do remember that. Somewhere along the way, someone is going to stop and just ask how they are or tell them they really look nice. That is about all it takes. Because once you become a politician, everyone suddenly wants something from you and every conversation revolves around your political career. This especially includes that wisely chosen political spouse. (now you're picking up what I'm laying down) So, yeah, you look nice today is suddenly giving you an instant hard on because it's the sexiest thing anyone has said to you in a month. Next thing you know, you're fucking the intern.
Does that make it okay, only you, your spouse and apparently, the American media, get to decide that.

Back to my point, which I really strayed from, being John F Kennedy and his love letters. http://legendaryauctions.com/LotDetail.aspx?lotid=106663 You can view them here if you are interested. I think love letters are a beautiful thing, the idea of one sitting down with pen in hand and attempting to write their feeling for another person on paper where they will be forever etched. Certainly these letters are not on par with anything you will find in a volume of great love letters of our time. I am rather glad, considering their clandestine context.

So, here is the thing I asked myself as we have been having this Alpha/Beta talk so much on my little blog lately. Was JFK an Alpha, as his affairs would indicate? No, not in his letters to Gunnila, he showed far too much vulnerability, tenderness, almost desperation in his need and desire to see this woman who, until meeting her again after months and only 9 pieces of correspondence, he had shared only an evening of dancing and a kiss. Granted it was a moonlit kiss under the Mediterranean skies. But no Alpha would send handwritten love letters pleading with a woman to see him again given his position in life. No, he was definitely not an Alpha when dealing with his father. He certainly displayed Alpha traits when dealing with his wife. He displayed Alpha traits when he was POTUS. Clearly, he was a combination.


Something about him, he looks pretty Alpha there

Oddly, I never find myself less intrigued or desirous of more information about the Kennedy family when I find new things. I just devour it. Dissect it. Then continue to seek out more. I never read the so-called tell all books by former lovers or insiders. I stick to the historical recounting. The things that can be proven. Things such as these letters.

What fascinates you?

urbandictionary.com Is the Ruin of Intelligent Conversation

I admit freely from the jump that I began the downhill slide our conversation took this evening when friends came over. But WOW! Once it began, it was like an avalanche of the most unspeakably unpleasant things.

I am Wicked, but I have boundaries people, oh my damn! Stop trying to force me to take upon myself mental images that no sexually adventurous, yet sane human being should ever be forced to accidentally encounter. A random moment of humor where someone enlightens you about a disgusting act is one thing, but even I have my limits. I am clearly not cut out for the men's locker room. I have also determined beyond a shadow of a doubt, Love of my Life is not either. Love of my Life shall forever be equally as offended and disgusted by the group discussion of really offensive acts.

Please don't get confused here. We are not discussing bondage, sex toys, threesomes, finding the magic p spot, shaved or waxed, anal, oral, no, this is not your average porn talk by any means. I am pretty sure this is the stuff you have to cross at least one border to find on DVD. Or at least I really hope so.

I do know that urbandictionary.com is blocked at the schools in KY. But do your kids have internet access on their phones? Does one of their friends? It only takes one.

Also, where the hell was I when this whole "Two Girls in One Cup" thing happened? I have never seen it, had never heard of it before tonight, and if you haven't, DO NOT LOOK FOR IT!!! I am telling you now, all I needed was half of a description and I stopped the person explaining and ended the topic. But not before finding out that this was apparently discussed on The Family Guy??!!! So, are your kids still immune?

So, game night has ended and I am sitting here left to wonder, if people were disgusted by the bondage world years ago,(mind you, that is an if, because from what I have read, bondage has been a practiced sexual art for centuries) will these sick (and yes, I am judging, and yes, I am TOTALLY comfortable with this judgement for a change) practices someday become more acceptable. If so, just please let it be when any children of mine are in the 70-80 age range and I am dead and gone.

Wicked Girls......What Do You Really Think Of Us?

You have seen us...in restaurants, at work, in bars, while shopping. Are you one of us, or do you aspire to be? Do you look at us with disdain, or uncertainty? Are you a man who stands back and wonders, or are you a man who sees us and gets excited, or do we intimidate you? The Wicked stir many emotions. We are not unaware of this. We are merely unconcerned. You are not our focus. Part of the very fiber of what makes us who we are is that fact, you see.

We enjoy life, we live it, typically with exuberance. We are that girl in the restaurant who laughs out loud at her companion. Who smiles at those who pass by and treats her server like a host who has invited them into their home. (the exception being when the service itself is really horrible, even then, ask for a manager, no reason to squabble with servers or talk down to them, seriously, being an asshat is not wicked, it's childish)

We work hard and yet manage to play while we do it. We flirt with your spouse at work, yes, it's true, but it stops at harmless flirtation and he comes home less stressed because of it. You're welcome. We treat the girls who would actually sleep with him like shit, you're also welcome for that. We have standards.

We don't sidle up to a bar and plant ourselves. It's like tying us to a tree in a beautiful rainshower and telling us we can't run and spin through it. Pure torture. We must mingle, meet, talk, dance, move. We aren't necessarily the least bit interested in leaving with anyone other than the people we came in with, we are just social creatures who thrive on interaction. We talk. Do not blame us if your husband/boyfriend is watching us. We probably aren't aware of his presence in the room. We definitely won't be slipping him our number or trying to sneak outside with him. If he approaches us, that is on him, stop blaming womankind for your man's transgressions. 73% of all men do not wear their wedding rings, even when with their spouse. Is your man one? Are you the one who sits quietly by and wishes you could be that bold, grab our arm and tag along, a few trips around (and a few cocktails) and you will find it is a liberating and deliciously fun experience. People love talking about themselves. "Hi" draws out life stories. "What is that drink?" begins 15 minute conversations about a trek after college through Italy. Life is fun as a Wicked girl.

Guys, oh my lovely, dahling men. The ones who love us, fear us and want to conquer us. I do so adore you all. I mean that, each of you for a different reason, of course. The dream being to find that perfect balance of all of those traits wrapped into one man. Preferably a man with the body of Jason Statham, the humor of Jimmy Fallon and the voice Vin Diesel(but maybe give him one of those bloody hot English accents, the dirty ones, not a Prince william kind, a street English accent, oh hell yeah.....yummmmmmmmm)

Wicked girls fascinate you, don't we? It's ok, that slightly out of reach quality is apealling, you can't help it. We are bold and unusually honest, which, ironically, is probably most frightening to those Alpha types out there. Of course, you express your fear in thinly veiled disgust. You claim we are simply not your type(intelligent) or aren't marraige material(have potentially had sex with enough men to know you are NOT as impressive as you think you are)or we are not a high enough rank to be your mate(because somehow your rank is skewed despite your beergut and lack of bank and upward mobility and disparate looks, after all, you imagined this little scale, not to fret girls, I am working on one for us). So yes, Alphas, cower in the corner when the Wicked girls come rolling in, make your excuses as to why we aren't your type, because honestly, we prefer our men to be capable of thinking with both the lower case d and the brain, hold in-depth conversations about history and art and music and philosophy and something tells me your incestuous beating off to your cousins picture distracted you from much studying.(props to Vapid Blonde) Besides, your all about being dominant, how the hell do you dominate a smart, profoundly self aware woman.....let me know when you figure that out and I will try not to laugh at you while you give it a go.

The Betas love us, we will take good care of them. Ugh, I am stopping right there. Enough said.

Which brings us to the ones who want to conquer us....not the "me Tarzan, you Jane" kind of conquer, but the one who spots us in that restaurant or bar and can't stop watching, the one who is fascinated by the boldness, neither afraid nor in need of it. Simply enamored. Enchanted.(my favorite word in the English language, btw) He is a combination of many things. He is smart enough to know you can't catch a Wicked girl, pursuit causes flight. He is adept enough to put himself in our path, often. He is intelligent enough to make us laugh and hold our attention, tell us something no one else in the room would know, maybe even understand(I'm in Kentucky, if it doesn't involve NASCAR or a hunting show, he has an advantage). he is that combination that blends with us and creates a world with us, not for us or inside ours, never around ours, smothering us. For the man who loves a Wicked girl and appreciates her Wicked nature, can handle her blunt nature, can meet it with his own, he is a man not only worthy of our attentions but our loyalty and one who will be loyal to us. Gag if you will, or make faces and laugh and assume that all men are the sad little ego strokers(Zing! Pun, I do so love my puns, why did I even bother with kids??) who need more than one woman, if you must, but, Alphas, need I remind you, you can't handle one wicked girl, so go back to your corner and, well....

Whatever your thoughts on us may be, we respect you and what your choices in life may be. Well, with a few exceptions *ahem*. I respect the sanctity of marraige. I respect the dedication of parenting. I respect the ridiculous hardships people in this nation face everyday because of the ignorance of others, be it due to sex, race, lifestyle, etc. All I am suggesting is, maybe next time you assume we are sluts because we have somehow found ourselves wandering out of a strip club at 4am, stop and ask yourself 2 things,

1) Who the fuck am I to judge since I am out at 4 in the morning too?

2) How does this effect me?

Also, slut is a highly subjective word.....just sayin. ;)

Oh, by the by, off topic but to wrap up tonight's post, but I am not a fan of the Winter Olympics because, well, they look fucking cold!! But, what would make them worse? They have completely taken away my Jimmy fix. Yeah, that's right. Jimmy Fallon withdrawals are worse than trying to kick meth. Well, ok, I don't actually have any way of knowing that, but, I really miss Jimmy. Plus, he hasn't been able to brag about the chocolate vaginas I sent him. *sigh*

So You Have a Harem, I Am a Whore??

What's the most expedient way to cause my normally low blood pressure to reach what would be an average reading for most people, but is in fact high for me? State as fact a ridiculous double standard and then preach that double standard to a large number of brainless, sheeplike individuals who for no apparent reason other than your unproven, yet self proclaimed success hang on your every fucking word.

Enter the phenomenon that is Roissy in DC. It is a blog. One that I am not posting a link to here. Yes, I know that is poor form. If that gets back to the creator of that blog and he/she/it has a problem with that, he/she/it is more than welcome to come here and we will discuss it like one name calling adult and one fucking moronic, infantile, cocksure, self important, womanizing prick. (I will let you guess which one of those will be me)

I read through a lot of crap, things that really don't interest me in any way other than learning more about other people's views on life. Expanding my knowledge of the human race and how other people think. But sometimes it just pisses me off, because I am often reminded that many of them really spend so much time thinking "How can I spend more time accommodating my dick?" Not the Dick we all know and love, but the male genitalia form of dick, known as lower case d, from here on.

Of course, I wasn't the least surprised to see the valentine's post over there proclaiming "Harem Management" (no, I am not fucking kidding you, close your mouth and wipe your chin off) is simple, you call your girl who has a sex rank of 7or lower, you push her furthest away from the holiday because she is the least important, then you call your next highest, (oh, for those of you who didn't realize, we all have a rank, based on our age, our BMI and our sexual performance, best I can tell, I am a mere 7, my age pulls me down, anything over 23 pretty much fucks you out of being a 9 or 10, sorry ladies) and so on. Anyway, the point of this was, you plan ahead and you avoid lying to them if at all possible. Only avoid lying so you don't have a bunch of lies floating around to keep straight.

Also, notably sound advice, (also hilarious to me because these guys actually plan their lives around servicing their lower case d) make sure you enter a career that requires regular travel to various cities, this way your harem consists of women in different cities and you don't have to worry about uncomfortable situations. Genius.

So, I am reading the comments, guys idolizing this asshat for his brilliance. Can't wait to implement his plan. Recounting their past failures and now they see the light and will follow his path, blah blah blah.

It's a bunch of crap, but much of what you would expect from college and other 20 something single guys, then I see the one.........."I am married and have two women in separate cities, I have been working this system effectively now for over 4 years. As long as you keep a cool head, separate bank accounts and remember your stories you can never go wrong. Your marriage will remain solid, your girls will be happy and you will lead a full life"...... that is not verbatim, because honestly, something about that post made me so sick to my stomach, I just couldn't make myself go back and read it again, plus, I figure I shouldn't copy from the site since I refuse to post the web addy.

I know married guys cheat, believe me, I definitely know it. But something about that comment, his cavalier attitude, his use of the phrase "your marriage will remain solid" Does his wife sit at home caring for kids thinking she has a solid marriage? OMG.....I am not an overly sensitive type, but this just infuriated me, then I read the following few comments, one was lauding him for his abilities and praising him as a role model. Time for me to move on.

I switched to a different post. One where they were picking apart a Washington Post letter from a man who suspected the child his wife had given birth to was night his. Was it possible she had an affair and he wasn't aware? The word whore was tossed around more than paternity test. I couldn't help but start laughing, because, well, I don't want to replace my laptop and frankly, it just wouldn't have survived me throwing it across the room. So, a man with multiple partners in other cities is to be praised, but a woman who may be repeating this behavior is a whore? Now boys.....

Let me be clear. It goes a little like this. You want to talk about Alpha and Beta. Alpha males come in, they grab their woman, they tell her they are going to fuck her, then fuck her right and proper they do. Betas come in, they wash the dishes, run her some bath water, massage her back, ask her if they can make love to her and hope she says yes. I get that. A combination of the two is what every woman wants and guys find it virtually impossible to find that balance because depending on the day we have had, that balance we are looking for is different. What is so different for us, one minute you want us to call your mother and make nice and then you want us to hang up the phone and instantly have an overwhelming desire to place your lower case d in our mouth. Yeah, how do you think that is going to work out? Know why a mistress sucks your lower case d on command? She hasn't met your fucking mother. She never washes your fucking underwear. She has probably never, ever had to take care of you while you were sick. You know, which means she has never had to BE your mother. Yes, I fucking went there. So, you can Alpha Beta it up all you want, boys, but in the end, it's not so different, Madonna/Whore, anyone?

Now back to you PUA/game obsessed mother fuckers, it's time for you to sit up and take notice. You want us to feel so damn sorry for you balancing this delicate Alpha Beta game. Step into our stilettos for a moment, if you would be so bold. First we get to figure out, okay, is he gaming or is he serious. One nighters are fine with some of us, but some of you assheads like to spit game assuming that you can only get laid if you pretend there is long term shit dangling. Don't be a douchenozzle, state your fucking intentions, if your not worthy of a one nighter, buff it up, loserboy! Then we get to figure out, okay, is he talking to me because he wants to talk to me or is this one of the new gamers "talk to the friend of the one you actually want" yes asshats, we are aware of these dumbass tactics, we aren't the emptyheaded bimbos you are hoping to land, and as much as you like to tell yourself your game works on girls who know about game, your wrong. The minute you slip and any one of us spot it...you are fucking blacklisted like you just don't know, which is why you go home with a 4 that night and there are 5 groups of 7-10's waving and laughing as you go, that is us making you our bitch for the night, I believe, in terms you could understand, it's the equivalent to a cumshot in your face bitch! Stop reading so many fucking game blogs and watching game shows and talk to real people who actually date. Like in normal relationships that you can see. Have you ever SEEN these people who say they have a "Harem" of 20 women? Has it not yet occurred to you that it could be the man beast in the clown house across the street from me? Cause I have to tell you, you want no part of that, ever heard the old adage, "One man's trash is another man's treasure"? Just sayin.

So, you strive for your harem if that's what you really want. But, be careful what you wish for, my boy. Hell hath no fury like a crazy ass, stupid bimbo who fell for some lame ass game and then realized she got punked, my boy. As for being a whore, I will pass on it, but if you are dipping your lower case d in numerous lower case p's, only to find that one or two of them was feeling a bit neglected and strayed, that doesn't make them any more of a whore than you. You get as good as you give, my dears.