Marriage Minded

So I never got the on your knees, ring in hand, promise to always love you kind of thing.

So I aspire to have it.

And why wouldn't I?

We all aspire to have more title, more respect, more affirmation in life.

When you have never been properly asked to be married, you have to wonder...what is wrong with me?

What have I not done to succeed in my personal life?

I realize I am a late bloomer and now after all the shadows of my past are not worthy to tangle with me in a boxing ring, I want what I should have had long ago.

I want a husband.

I have been dating so long, single so long..there isn't anyone who can get past my bulls**t meter.

They all tell you what you want to hear up front, but come a few months down the road and they get comfortable...things slip and if you in tune, you notice and listen and you leave.

Don't waste time.

Keep dating until someone puts a ring on your finger.

Money talks and the rest walks away leaving something really great behind.

I am not spending my life comforting lonely fools who think they found a comfort patsy.

They need to hit younger and a little mo' blonde than me.

The Blonde wants the ring around the finger!!


Butting Blonde with a Liberal

So I have gone out a few times with 'the liberal' and every once in awhile we will not see eye to eye on some form of politics. I being a laisse-faire more conservative participant to politics; my liberal is a leftist to the umpth degree and gets his pants all bunched up if I say something he drastically does not approve of.

I am usually half-hearted or say things that are for shock value just to see his face get squirmy and his eyes do this little bulge thing.


Blonde head butt to the left.


Crap, I got hit by liberalist attitude.

I usually quickly recover and find it a most excellent moment to keep my mouth mumz.

Mumz the word when it comes to politics, especially after a few drinks and passion arises a bit more in me than usual.

The liberal, however, probably keeps the same passion about his politics with or without said libations.

I never get offended by anyone's opinion and I won't strongly argue against it since I really do not take that much of a vested interest in regards to politics. I know enough to know what I like and don't like.

Sort of like wine.

I only get offended when the liberal says things to me like,

"You would look really great in a sari."

"You will love India."

love India?

India is not on my holiday agenda. Sari!!

Why that offends me I have no idea. maybe its because women who wear saris usually are under a subordinate role playing game in the traditional sense.

The Blonde is hardly a substitute for an obliging woman when her fashion sense is attacked by such a small statement.

Ah screaming liberals...you have to hate them.

I do like conservative democrats. But I digress sometimes.

The Blonde is a capitalist with dreams of Monte Carlo...wearing Prada!!


Regulations Regarding PDA

Having come into my own during the decade of preppy, I believe in restraint and reserve public displays of affection for only those men I am fully committed to.

I do not like being walked to my car so I can be mauled by a man I just met for a first date.

What is with men?

Are there no gentlemen?

Where the heck are the manners for men 50 and below. They are severely in need ettiquette school.

The worst ones are the ex-football pleyers who think they are still in high school and expect to get lucky with the ladies. Seriously dude, you own a carpet store and lost half you hair.

The glory days are over for you.

So be polite and treat a girl with some respect.

As usual I only gripe about the really bad dates. I have had many dates with very nice gentlemen who are sweet and know some old fashion rules that I like to live by.

And thus they are spared my blog posting. I like protecting the inoccent and calling out the not so ones.

I know when I want someone and I being the femme part of the equation I get to go first and I will let it be known.

Its called communicating with flirtation.

If you don't see at the dinner table, don't expect it near a car.

If you missed the slight flirt, you get the second chance of knowing by my leaning toward you to give you a kiss goodnight on the cheek and if I grant another date, than its safe to say, I am wanting that kiss.

On occassion, if I really like someone all those rules disappear in a haze of romantic bliss.

For the rest of you fools...Do not follow a girl to her car unless you are seriously looking out for her well being and not trying to get lucky in a parking lot.


The Blonde is laying down some law!!


BOO!! Eureka!!!

I finally figured a way to get my blog to work on my new laptop.

OK..well, I have a crap load of new stuff to dish out.

I have hit the wall. A man wall.

I have had more dates this time around than in any other 30 day history of online dating.

This go around I had 3 sites working for me.

only one is up and thank gah...I am literally exhausted.

Let me get through the Halloween and Day of the Dead and I will start unloading the dish.

The Blonde is Boo ya!!


Starlight Mini Urban Drive-In

Watching 'Dirty Harry' in the hood.

This little rugged mini drive in is the newest attraction to the East side of Austin.

It fits 10 cars and has outside seating if you didn't reserve a spot.

They have gourmet sliders at the concession airstream and snow cones at the old boat.

Check it out:


The Blonde is living it up large screen in Austin chill-ville!!

Hog Riding Texas Style

Damn if I am not having a ball exercising my right to have fun.

The Blonde is snorting it up!!


Black Beans

...does not offer a sexy aftermath. Its best to just get home and say thank you that it is a crisp fall night and open a window.

While I take rest from dating, I have to say some dates cause a sort of indigestion since they.begin with an easy  meeting for coffee or Mexican food and if the sparks didn't fly for the date, you can rest assured you won' be disappointed at the end of the evening when you arrive home and chew on a Beeno. And sparks can still fly

...just light a match under you bum and wait for the wind to rip.

Like gas, dating is  a pain in the ass but eventually you settle down with a few good men and get back to a less gassy diet.

All in all, the very right decision to ditch the DFeX has been reaffirmed over and over by the few good men I have had the pleasure of sharing a drink with.

Time will tell before their kinks begin to show but I am fairly certain I am more suited to someone who is a little more active than the deadpan in Dallas.

I have been to several music concerts, been wined and dined at the finest restaurant, I have a date to a mini drive-in theater and I am enjoying a picnic come this Sunday.

I like playing house but playing it all the time is for someone in their retirement age and I just don't ever plan on being that old.

The Blonde has hitting the gas again!!


Hold On to Your Curiosity

I have a crap load to tell...

not tonight!

but soon!

I am just shaking my head in dismay for now.

The Blonde is just down right fed up!!!