are dropping off the face of the earth.
Is the rapture here?
Am I not a chosen one?
Hello?
Hello?
I am glad Jewish men like Blondes!!
8.19.2008
8.18.2008
Single and Married Make Poor Mixers
I was working on an expose about single femmes being with a married man, for a certain cosmo women's rag. I wanted to find a new spin on an old cliché. Something along the lines of justifying it in today’s world. Everything is evolving around us so why shouldn’t the extra marital affair find a new place in society?
Affairs have been around forever and have been secretly accepted in the past because of a woman’s position in a time that offered no financial self preservation unless widowed by a wealthy man. She was forced to either marry or become a courtesan or a spinster. No other choices existed. So why now shouldn’t the affair come out into the open and become widely accepted? Because in a post feminist society there really isn’t any reason a single woman should need or want to be with a married man unless it is a business transaction.
I can almost understand but a single woman hooking up with a married man is only a fool that has hoodwinked herself into thinking there is merit to being the other woman beyond financial compensation. If you do a search of blogs concerned with this issue you will see a newly inducted member of this secret society make a stand on the merits only to be knocked off her pedestal by hundreds of comments made by women who have been there and done that. The t-shirt isn’t flattering at all!
Consider the first justification that I read on blogs about “the other woman”.
Not having to worry about commitment. Darling stop fooling yourself, there are plenty of single man that don’t want commitment so you will have to do better than that!!
OK second justification, still trying to grasp onto that thin blade of grass away from the scarlet letter applique.
Married men are less complicated.
Really?
Waiting for his call because you have to be careful not to disturb the lion’s den and the possibility of being called into derogatory in a messy divorce proceeding and child custody battle less complicated?
Not too mention, being alone on weekends, holidays, and vacations other than those he could fit you in on a business trip. Oh, but you can't order room service because it might show up on the bill.
Blah, Blah, Blah
Hmmm…
Honestly, the only reason I can think of being with a married man is you have something their wife isn’t fulfilling and the married man will go the extra mile, economically speaking, to keep you happy and the bedroom door wide open for him.
For lack of better terminology, you’re a call girl that thinks she has a moral superiority over those more honest about their situation, because you are with one man that says he loves you. If he loved you he wouldn’t be married and bedding down with his wife.
He will promise to leave; he will say things to you that make you think he really wants more than a sexual relationship with you. He is looking for an eager participant in his lies and he preys on those that are easily manipulated. It is an insult to any woman that a married man thinks they can convince you of love.
If perhaps you fell unwittingly to man that hid the fact from you and you fell in love, well than I might have some compassion for your plight but only if you have done the honorable thing to yourself and break the engagement. If he really meant all the things he said about leaving his wife, he will do just that for you. But do you want to start a relationship that was based on deception? Will you be able to trust him when the time comes he tires of you as well?
So where does a story about a single woman being with a married man go? It goes nowhere just like the relationship. In the end you cannot justify being with anyone that belongs to someone else. Their discontent is not your problem but it will become yours if you continue down this path.
Take the noble root and follow the unwritten code of sisterhood. Stay away from a married man for your sake and the sake of the other woman, his wife.
Blondes wish only singles were allowed in!!
Affairs have been around forever and have been secretly accepted in the past because of a woman’s position in a time that offered no financial self preservation unless widowed by a wealthy man. She was forced to either marry or become a courtesan or a spinster. No other choices existed. So why now shouldn’t the affair come out into the open and become widely accepted? Because in a post feminist society there really isn’t any reason a single woman should need or want to be with a married man unless it is a business transaction.
I can almost understand but a single woman hooking up with a married man is only a fool that has hoodwinked herself into thinking there is merit to being the other woman beyond financial compensation. If you do a search of blogs concerned with this issue you will see a newly inducted member of this secret society make a stand on the merits only to be knocked off her pedestal by hundreds of comments made by women who have been there and done that. The t-shirt isn’t flattering at all!
Consider the first justification that I read on blogs about “the other woman”.
Not having to worry about commitment. Darling stop fooling yourself, there are plenty of single man that don’t want commitment so you will have to do better than that!!
OK second justification, still trying to grasp onto that thin blade of grass away from the scarlet letter applique.
Married men are less complicated.
Really?
Waiting for his call because you have to be careful not to disturb the lion’s den and the possibility of being called into derogatory in a messy divorce proceeding and child custody battle less complicated?
Not too mention, being alone on weekends, holidays, and vacations other than those he could fit you in on a business trip. Oh, but you can't order room service because it might show up on the bill.
Blah, Blah, Blah
Hmmm…
Honestly, the only reason I can think of being with a married man is you have something their wife isn’t fulfilling and the married man will go the extra mile, economically speaking, to keep you happy and the bedroom door wide open for him.
For lack of better terminology, you’re a call girl that thinks she has a moral superiority over those more honest about their situation, because you are with one man that says he loves you. If he loved you he wouldn’t be married and bedding down with his wife.
He will promise to leave; he will say things to you that make you think he really wants more than a sexual relationship with you. He is looking for an eager participant in his lies and he preys on those that are easily manipulated. It is an insult to any woman that a married man thinks they can convince you of love.
If perhaps you fell unwittingly to man that hid the fact from you and you fell in love, well than I might have some compassion for your plight but only if you have done the honorable thing to yourself and break the engagement. If he really meant all the things he said about leaving his wife, he will do just that for you. But do you want to start a relationship that was based on deception? Will you be able to trust him when the time comes he tires of you as well?
So where does a story about a single woman being with a married man go? It goes nowhere just like the relationship. In the end you cannot justify being with anyone that belongs to someone else. Their discontent is not your problem but it will become yours if you continue down this path.
Take the noble root and follow the unwritten code of sisterhood. Stay away from a married man for your sake and the sake of the other woman, his wife.
Blondes wish only singles were allowed in!!
Boudoir Bliss
Blondes can get carried away and spend almost the entire morning playing in the powder room.On a day I don’t have anything particular to do and I am a million miles from civilization, like this weekend at my friend’s lakeside hacienda, I will pop a bottle of bubbly and soak in the tub and then preform a little mini spa treatment on myself, then slip into a cute little matching panty set and frolic around the place while listening to Madelaine Peyroux and Billy Holiday.
Unfortunately when spending time in several homes, you forget to pack certain essential items for survival, of which without; I wouldn’t die but I would be very, very unhappy.
First and most important is conditioner. I had travel conditioner but the over zealous guard at the gate on my Chicago trip took it as he was giving me a lecture on the importance of my containers being in a tacky plastic ziploc, instead of my Pucci makeup bag--Commie-- and no more than 3.5 oz. I PERSONALLY ignore any rule I deem utterly ridiculous and usually I skate through fine but on occasion, you get the prick that needs to pull some machismo.
Whatever dude! If I could buy my conditioner in the 3.5 oz. size, I would be happy to accommodate you but it doesn’t and I prefer to accommodate me! Don’t you see my 3 oz cans of crappy hairspray? At least I tried to obey some of the rules. He took my expensive conditioner and let me keep the spray.
"Do you get a commission?"
"What did you say?"
I said, "make sure to condition!"
I can keep the large medicinal items such as face cleanser and saline. He made no sense and was beginning to aggravate me but I just kept smiling all the time thinking to myself, “Its embarrassing when idiots try to show off something they don't have, like intelligence!”
For a blonde, conditioner is medicinal, you dumn pratt!
What did you say?
I said, I guess “That’s that.”
Next on my list of most important of items to complete my happiness is the elusive thin hair towel. I get whiplash just trying to keep the thick beach sized towel wrapped around my tresses. You have to balance the heap of terry exactly in the middle of your head while applying your make up. The sheer weight of the towel gives you neck strain. Then it begins to slowly shift to the left and you cock your head trying to keep it up long enough to finish the other eye. Eventually the towel unwinds and you have to tip your body back over, rewrap, and swing back in a forceful thrust sort of motion to keep the twist tight and then needing a chiropractic adjustment after the whole ordeal.
Eventually it becomes a burden to heavy to bear and I drop the biatch towel to the floor and settle on wet hair dribbling down my back. Long hair is a maintenance program all on its own. Its probably why many women prefer a no fuss short style effort but hair is sexy and I would feel naked without it.
The rest of the list that my bubble brain couldn’t get in the freaking bag when packing:
Micro scrubbie body sponge
Razor
Q-tips
How does anyone live without the proverbial tip after a shower? Mind boggling how good it feels to swab the inner ear. It feels so good, I could go blind doing it too often!!
Blondes have shopping to do!!
Unfortunately when spending time in several homes, you forget to pack certain essential items for survival, of which without; I wouldn’t die but I would be very, very unhappy.
First and most important is conditioner. I had travel conditioner but the over zealous guard at the gate on my Chicago trip took it as he was giving me a lecture on the importance of my containers being in a tacky plastic ziploc, instead of my Pucci makeup bag--Commie-- and no more than 3.5 oz. I PERSONALLY ignore any rule I deem utterly ridiculous and usually I skate through fine but on occasion, you get the prick that needs to pull some machismo.
Whatever dude! If I could buy my conditioner in the 3.5 oz. size, I would be happy to accommodate you but it doesn’t and I prefer to accommodate me! Don’t you see my 3 oz cans of crappy hairspray? At least I tried to obey some of the rules. He took my expensive conditioner and let me keep the spray.
"Do you get a commission?"
"What did you say?"
I said, "make sure to condition!"
I can keep the large medicinal items such as face cleanser and saline. He made no sense and was beginning to aggravate me but I just kept smiling all the time thinking to myself, “Its embarrassing when idiots try to show off something they don't have, like intelligence!”
For a blonde, conditioner is medicinal, you dumn pratt!
What did you say?
I said, I guess “That’s that.”
Next on my list of most important of items to complete my happiness is the elusive thin hair towel. I get whiplash just trying to keep the thick beach sized towel wrapped around my tresses. You have to balance the heap of terry exactly in the middle of your head while applying your make up. The sheer weight of the towel gives you neck strain. Then it begins to slowly shift to the left and you cock your head trying to keep it up long enough to finish the other eye. Eventually the towel unwinds and you have to tip your body back over, rewrap, and swing back in a forceful thrust sort of motion to keep the twist tight and then needing a chiropractic adjustment after the whole ordeal.
Eventually it becomes a burden to heavy to bear and I drop the biatch towel to the floor and settle on wet hair dribbling down my back. Long hair is a maintenance program all on its own. Its probably why many women prefer a no fuss short style effort but hair is sexy and I would feel naked without it.
The rest of the list that my bubble brain couldn’t get in the freaking bag when packing:
Micro scrubbie body sponge
Razor
Q-tips
How does anyone live without the proverbial tip after a shower? Mind boggling how good it feels to swab the inner ear. It feels so good, I could go blind doing it too often!!
Blondes have shopping to do!!
8.15.2008
Blondies Bi!!
I met this guy at a party ...I wasn't sure if he was metrosexual or gay and quite frankly how do you ask a question like that without offending..I was thrown about because had I met him in New York or L.A... I wouldn't have given his attire a second thought but in Texas...you can end up scaring the cows wearing a pink tie and zute suit.
To soften the blow the blow of my question, I asked if he was bi..I retired from fag hag status a couple of years ago, after finishing fashion design, and I have lost my gaydar capabilities..you kind of have to have a gay man around to keep you tuned and ...well....I'm not tuned.
Anyhooo....
I think he had to make a point he was not gay!
Fine your not gay!
He could be bi...further investigation as to the synergy of the relationship would be imperative to offer substantial evidence to the contrary but at this point in time I feel the subject must be redirected to other sources...
Why?
I hurried through the test phase (first date) and ended up with results with little data to fill in the blanks and quite frankly..
You can't have a meaningful love affair with blanks!!
More importantly, I don't compete against men!
Blondes are one sided on certain things!!
To soften the blow the blow of my question, I asked if he was bi..I retired from fag hag status a couple of years ago, after finishing fashion design, and I have lost my gaydar capabilities..you kind of have to have a gay man around to keep you tuned and ...well....I'm not tuned.
Anyhooo....
I think he had to make a point he was not gay!
Fine your not gay!
He could be bi...further investigation as to the synergy of the relationship would be imperative to offer substantial evidence to the contrary but at this point in time I feel the subject must be redirected to other sources...
Why?
I hurried through the test phase (first date) and ended up with results with little data to fill in the blanks and quite frankly..
You can't have a meaningful love affair with blanks!!
More importantly, I don't compete against men!
Blondes are one sided on certain things!!
Creepy Creative
I think she is a pretty little girl but should she really be making casseroles for grown men on Match.com?
Blondes don't have cooking skills!
8.13.2008
Borrowed from another Blog
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Sorry I have to let someone do my dirty work this week but I am still on holiday!!
The Blonde is speechless, for now!!
Emergency Blondcast System
This has been a holiday. For the last four days and today , this blog will conduct a test of the Emergency Blondcast System. This is only a test.
If this had been an actual emergency, you would have been instructed to turn to one of the bars in your area.
The Blonde will resume broadcast by the end of the day!!!
8.06.2008
The Payment Plan
My position on dutch treat stands.
Men don't go through half the preparation we go through for a date.
Hair
Nails
Wax
Cute matching panty set
The least they can do is buy the dinner!
Blondes like a well balance budget!!
Men don't go through half the preparation we go through for a date.
Hair
Nails
Wax
Cute matching panty set
The least they can do is buy the dinner!
Blondes like a well balance budget!!
8.05.2008
Drinks are on the house...
when I am on a date and so is dinner and anything else I want to do!!
There was an idiot from the other night who actually waited for me to grab my wallet and pay half the tab.
"Oops my Blonde. I forgot my wallet of plastic. Will you except a check for my half?"
Sorry kid, the Majors decided your not right for the League!
I don't pay!
I don't think I have to pay!
I won't pay!
Seriously,
Who told you a Blonde should pay?
The girls that insist on paying there way?
A word to my not so non-fellow neo-feminazis trying to ruin a good thing...
What do you accomplish by paying your way?
You don't honestly think that if the man pays for dinner you owe him sex do you?
Why do you insist on paying or get insulted if they try to open the door.
What are you?
Why don't you pay for a penis and date girls?
Than you can pay all the time and never have doors opened for you.
AND ANOTHER THING!!
Where in the alien world of dog do you think the chick should pay her way to come see a man?
Dude dig in that bendable leather bank inside your back butt pocket and log online to Delta Blu and either book your flight to me or book my flight to you.
Otherwise stay local with your dating d'jour.
or get the girl with the penis...they love to pay for their share!
Blondes make the men pay!!
There was an idiot from the other night who actually waited for me to grab my wallet and pay half the tab.
"Oops my Blonde. I forgot my wallet of plastic. Will you except a check for my half?"
Sorry kid, the Majors decided your not right for the League!
I don't pay!
I don't think I have to pay!
I won't pay!
Seriously,
Who told you a Blonde should pay?
The girls that insist on paying there way?
A word to my not so non-fellow neo-feminazis trying to ruin a good thing...
What do you accomplish by paying your way?
You don't honestly think that if the man pays for dinner you owe him sex do you?
Why do you insist on paying or get insulted if they try to open the door.
What are you?
Why don't you pay for a penis and date girls?
Than you can pay all the time and never have doors opened for you.
AND ANOTHER THING!!
Where in the alien world of dog do you think the chick should pay her way to come see a man?
Dude dig in that bendable leather bank inside your back butt pocket and log online to Delta Blu and either book your flight to me or book my flight to you.
Otherwise stay local with your dating d'jour.
or get the girl with the penis...they love to pay for their share!
Blondes make the men pay!!
8.04.2008
Match.com is not a legitimate...
health expense?
Really?
The insurance company is questioning the use of my HSA fund in regards to Match.com.
On the line of which I am to provide my illness:
I wrote
love sick
Am I supposed to have a broken heart before they will pay out?!
Blondes like a preventive approach!
Really?
The insurance company is questioning the use of my HSA fund in regards to Match.com.
On the line of which I am to provide my illness:
I wrote
love sick
Am I supposed to have a broken heart before they will pay out?!
Blondes like a preventive approach!
Alright, so I am not a tree
I am more the variety of social butterfly that after a months worth of flying from dinner to dinner with gents is in serious need of a little R&R and definitely ready for just one man. I really am beginning to miss sex and without a steady, I am SOL.
and I hate being S.O.L.
and last nights battery shortage did not help!!
Its a mission that I hope to wrap up fairly quickly because now I am just a bit tired of being charming and romantic and witty and having perfect hair for every man that sits across my table.
And than it hit me like a bug to my windshield!
I am charming
and witty
and incredibly engaging
and I have perfect hair (I have great just rolled out of bed hair too!!).
I should get more than a dinner and a drink from all this work!
I am going to be a trade show model!
How hard can it be hosting a big bash of men all day, and yes I know, some of the ladies too. Although I am not a fan of women in general, I do well with them on a public, stay an arms distance away, kind of level.
Why not work the trade shows as a model? At least until my manuscripts are complete. This job would open up a lot more free time, I would be mobile, it pays ridiculously well for the work, and I have accumulated enough experience just by being who I have always been.
If you think about it, dating is nothing more than selling yourself. For the most part we are the product: our character, our personality,our intellect our looks. You are basically pitching yourself every time you go out with someone new.
Now, I assume there will be some element of reputation control at these events, after all, it is a modeling job--your already considered stupid before you hit the catwalk. I am one step below the chick who turns the big plastic letters on TV. But I assure you, my reputation has never wavered. Even in college, my panties never found there way to the walls of shame at certain fraternities down the block. And even if I get slack for being a brainless model, whatever!
Its not like any guy who goes to these events will impress me anyway!!
Most of these men, which I have had the misfortune of running into at Eddie V's during certain conventions here in Austin ( its so typical they would choose the expensive steak house on their boss' dime) act like debaucherous fools without proper etiquette. There like school boys who have seen there first breast, pointing and making comment to friends about girls that just walk by the table in a short dress. Its the equivalent of walking by construction workers in New York City and getting whistled at only worse because they are in MY 4 star gig with their 2 star manners.
What the hell? I will troll Myspace for a budding photographer to keep the cost of head shots down and put together a resume of work from private parties and corporate charity events I hosted on a regular basis with a few of my Ex's and I am good to go.
Blondes like skipping on stepping stones!!
and I hate being S.O.L.
and last nights battery shortage did not help!!
Its a mission that I hope to wrap up fairly quickly because now I am just a bit tired of being charming and romantic and witty and having perfect hair for every man that sits across my table.
And than it hit me like a bug to my windshield!
I am charming
and witty
and incredibly engaging
and I have perfect hair (I have great just rolled out of bed hair too!!).
I should get more than a dinner and a drink from all this work!
I am going to be a trade show model!
How hard can it be hosting a big bash of men all day, and yes I know, some of the ladies too. Although I am not a fan of women in general, I do well with them on a public, stay an arms distance away, kind of level.
Why not work the trade shows as a model? At least until my manuscripts are complete. This job would open up a lot more free time, I would be mobile, it pays ridiculously well for the work, and I have accumulated enough experience just by being who I have always been.
If you think about it, dating is nothing more than selling yourself. For the most part we are the product: our character, our personality,our intellect our looks. You are basically pitching yourself every time you go out with someone new.
Now, I assume there will be some element of reputation control at these events, after all, it is a modeling job--your already considered stupid before you hit the catwalk. I am one step below the chick who turns the big plastic letters on TV. But I assure you, my reputation has never wavered. Even in college, my panties never found there way to the walls of shame at certain fraternities down the block. And even if I get slack for being a brainless model, whatever!
Its not like any guy who goes to these events will impress me anyway!!
Most of these men, which I have had the misfortune of running into at Eddie V's during certain conventions here in Austin ( its so typical they would choose the expensive steak house on their boss' dime) act like debaucherous fools without proper etiquette. There like school boys who have seen there first breast, pointing and making comment to friends about girls that just walk by the table in a short dress. Its the equivalent of walking by construction workers in New York City and getting whistled at only worse because they are in MY 4 star gig with their 2 star manners.
What the hell? I will troll Myspace for a budding photographer to keep the cost of head shots down and put together a resume of work from private parties and corporate charity events I hosted on a regular basis with a few of my Ex's and I am good to go.
Blondes like skipping on stepping stones!!
8.01.2008
Blonde Godess
Apollo and Daphne begins with the God of love Eros (Cupid).
My thoughts of being Blonde at the moment:
Daphne wanted nothing to do with men, male Gods, or sexual desire, or marriage. Apollo used all his arts to woo her but she ran away whenever she saw him.
He pretended to be a mortal man but than revealed himself as a God. Nothing he said made a difference.
During the chase, Daphne ran down hill toward the river Peneus.
She stopped and knelled at the river and begged...
"Help me father! If you have any powers as a river god, use them now to save me for ever!"
At that moment, her feet welded to the soil, her body became thinner, her skin grew a layer of bark, her arms became branches, her fingers became leaves, and she became the laurel tree.
And trees don't answer the phone!!
The Blonde is being still this weekend!
My thoughts of being Blonde at the moment:
Daphne wanted nothing to do with men, male Gods, or sexual desire, or marriage. Apollo used all his arts to woo her but she ran away whenever she saw him.
He pretended to be a mortal man but than revealed himself as a God. Nothing he said made a difference.
During the chase, Daphne ran down hill toward the river Peneus.
She stopped and knelled at the river and begged...
"Help me father! If you have any powers as a river god, use them now to save me for ever!"
At that moment, her feet welded to the soil, her body became thinner, her skin grew a layer of bark, her arms became branches, her fingers became leaves, and she became the laurel tree.
And trees don't answer the phone!!
The Blonde is being still this weekend!
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