As if Facebook couldn’t get more annoying and awkward,men you have met and talked with once in your whole life start out of the blue hitting on you with lukewarm lines which end with the common ellipsis.
Either I watch too many
old movies or there is something fishy out there.
When a woman asks for a fuck what he really wants is love.
When a man asks for a fuck what he really wants is a fuck.
So many men,so little time.
Unless you have already found your sweetheart,just like the blonde bombshell has,so you can sit back and talk with your girlfriends about handsome and incredibly sexy men.
Fantasizing is healthy.
When someone tells you ‘I am going to call you’,what he really means is ‘I am going to call you as soon as I run out of pussy’.
Same story every fucking time.
Word of advice.
Keep the psychopaths out of your bed. They can’t do something that normal men cannot do; in fact, they are more terrible in sex than they are allowed to admit it themselves.
So, work wasn’t half as bad as I expected it to be.
Just some help in the filing system and boom I was out of there. Of course, it’s not gonna be like that all the time but as long as I’m under an air-conditioner and I’m free to do heavy daydreaming about tattoos, stylish men and New York while I seem to work, I’m cool.
I think my thoughts, my books, the internet and especially the menswear blogs are responsible for my high expectations from men.
Girl, you live in a shit city how can you expect to date a man who wears Church’s, Yves Saint Laurent jackets and knows who Proenza Schouler are?