The older I get, the more I realize that the kind of men I am most attracted to aren't particularly cute and treat women like shit. As in, I'm into chubby or manorexic dudes that don't call the girls that they hook up with back and/or talk shit freely about their own mothers. For some reason, that's sexy to me.

I've come to the realization that this is not necessarily their problem or mine as much as it's just something I need to be aware of... as if that really makes a difference.

Anyway, I think this shows at least a small bit of maturity on my part.

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Today I was responding to random reader emails and this nice girl emailed me about the dress I made a couple weeks ago.

After I replied, she wrote back with the following line. It made me smile big time:

Also, this is probs creepy/TMI, but sometimes when I am watching shitty television in my pajamas/thinking about the girls my ex-boyfriend is nailing, I look at pictures of Wagandstuff and it cheers me up, for reals.

Real cute, right?

If it's any consolation, your ex-boyfriend is probably a fucking asshole.

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Kendall and Molls: Memorable Music

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I went on a date with this dude like a month ago or something and we were in his car and he was all "Do you like the Pixies?" and I was all "Yeah, definitely" and he was all "Good". The way he said it really got under my skin. What if I didn't like the Pixies? Was I supposed to be dishonest? Had I said no was I supposed to get out of the car and never call him again? His investment in the Pixies bothered me. It wasn't even his personal investment that was the issue, it was that he cared so much about whether or not he liked them that I had to like them too. I had to meet his Pixie Approval.

What's funny about this is the dude I am talking about is not the only person to ask me about my enjoyment of the Pixies in recent months, so there are probably a couple people who will think I'm referring them. If you think I'm talking about you, I'm probably not. Unless you're an aggressive jerk... then I'm definitely describing you.

The Pixies - Where Is My Mind

Pixies

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Valentines day massacre

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Bartender, Bartender, Please Fill Me Up - m4w - 23

Reply to: pers-554178478@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-01-28, 2:47AM PST

To the alluring bartender at Bar 107,

I would never attempt to pursue a bartender. Bartenders are considered 'the unattainable'. Especially one as attractive as you... tall, dark hair, blue eyes, amazing body. You're job is to flirt; that's how you reel in those tips...

However, you pursued me. Quite adamantly, I will say. Perhaps it's because I semi-ignored you the first time I was there- assuming you were just being a typical bartender (we all want what we can't have). Maybe it was because I was there alone (for some reason, women love loners). Maybe it seemed like I was playing it cool (in reality, I never thought you were actually interested in me).

Do not get me wrong... I think you're very attractive. I really appreciated the cute note you wrote on my receipt about my "beautiful smile" and how it "makes you melt". I could use the attention, no doubt. However, I don't need to play games.

You gave me your phone number and we played text-message-footsies for a few days. It was all cute and fun. We made plans to hang out on a Monday, but then you didn't get back to me late that day saying you were too hungover to go out.

The night you introduced yourself to me you said "I hope you come back soon, you're really cute. I saw your ID - I'm a little older than you..." I was excited that you were older because I thought you would be mature and not play silly games. Perhaps I was wrong...

Just to clue you in; the night we met, I was there to DRINK, not to meet people. That's why I was there alone. I was attempting to drink away my broken heart. A heart broken by a girl who played silly games. I didn't need the same thing from you.

If you are sincerely interested, then let's drop the cat and mouse game. If you're not actually interested, fine. You can't break my heart more than it already is.

Bottom line; I want to be able to go back to Bar 107 to hang out. I really like it there. Whether I go there to meet other women or to see you is completely up to you. The ball is in your court.

- Beautiful Boston Boy

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1: We could go to Barney's.
2: BEANERY?
1: Yeah.
2: Yeah, and like... get finger banged.
1: I know, by a guy in an American Eagle button-down.
2: If you wanna get finger fucked in the bathroom of a bar, go to Barney's.

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It's raining and I'm cold and hungry. For a period of about eleven seconds I thought to myself, "Gee, it would be really nice to have a boyfriend right now."

Do you wanna know what's really nice?

Doin' whatever the fuck I want.

BAM!

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