Posts filed under opposite sex

September 8, 2008

Captain Save-a-Bro

 
That’s the term I use to describe a woman who tends to save a man from his circumstance.
 
Ladies, do you find that in your relationship(s), you are constantly helping/pushing/inspiring a man to do better in areas where he may have been otherwise unconcerned or stifled?
 

“Better” could mean going back to school, stopping his [...]

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September 3, 2008

Bust Your Windows

 
DAYUM!
 
Easy Jazmine……eeeeasy……
 

 
 
I get chills everytime I hear this song.
Her voice……whew. It captures the very essence of love and pain.
(not to mention, the joint is just HOT)
 
Real talk ladies……who’s been there before?
Who’s there NOW???
 
Hmmm, maybe you shouldn’t incriminate yourselves.
 
I have yet to (seriously) attack someones property for being an ass to me. But MAN! [...]

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I’m Miranda, He’s Steve

 
Totally.
 
Down to the silly jokes Steve would tell, and how much it would irritate Miranda. To how Miranda would play the relationship off as casual and “whatever”, and Steve was openly and shamelessly in love with her. Almost like the more she fought against it, the more he loved her.
 
Ack.
 
I had a series [...]

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August 22, 2008

The Pseudo Boyfriend

 
So I got this pseudo BF. In my eyes, we’re “dating”. In his eyes, we’re married with kids.
 

 
 
He’s really sweet and he means well, but……
……there’s always a “but”, huh?
 
Ionknow. I’m just hestitant/scared/afraid/fearful/unsure about solidifying anything with him (or anyone for that matter). I just don’t trust nobody. [...]

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August 4, 2008

Busted Bridezillas

This has got to be the WORST season of Bridezillas, yet. And by worst, I mean……the most horrid looking weddings I’ve ever seen, considering the stress it took to get there, and the worst at-ti-tudes I’ve ever seen displayed in public.
 
The most horrific crimes……are these dresses. Namely, the bridesmaid’s dresses. Why don’t [...]

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