A pair of shoes can change your life!

Just look at Cinderella!

My life hasn't had the fairytale happy ending just yet... but with every new pair of shoes I buy, I feel like I am a step closer to prince charming.  As long as he's not 5'2''.   I have a larger than life personality and already stand 5'8'', throw 5 inch heels on top of that and I am the life of the party.  PS. I am in a much better mood tonight.  I had my first second date in a long time.  It's amazing how much you can enjoy yourself when someone has a personality and manners.  I have also learned from my last blog... never post cranky. HAHA... I re-read my blog a few days later and noticed a bunch of mistakes and laughed about how pissy it came across.

So, If anyone of you know my dating history, you should know there are a few men who were going to make it in here eventually.  Nothing like 7 years of my life, on and off, being a lovesick puppy dog to a boy, or my Mr. Big, who never threw a girl a bone, figuratively speaking of course.  I understand timing is everything and we were young and reckless.  Not to mention we kept trading off the cities we lived in.  I would be lying if I said we didn't have our fun though.  I'm the kind of girl who goes all out on everything.  So when it comes to dating, I'm all in.... But there comes a point in time when you realize your heart strings just won't stretch anymore and eventually break.  

Why do we women feel the need to hang on to someone or something that only brings us down?   I don't think I ever received a Christmas or birthday gift and I never missed an occasion.  I may had been treated to one dinner the whole time we knew each other.  Oh yeah, let's talk about how special I felt at a wedding in Chicago when it was pouring down raining trying to get my luggage out of the back of the trunk (after a 6 hour drive riding bitch the whole way) while he stood there under the awning never once asking if I needed help.  How about the time he left me in the middle of the crowds on campus for the OSU v USC game.  He never once looked back to make sure I able to keep up and he didn't answer my text or calls?  I ended up making friends with a bunch of random people, which, well I know I have no problem doing.  However, by the time he decided he was ready to find me, he was 3 sheets to the wind and stumbling all over himself.  As I stand on the side of the road trying to hail a cab, he was cursing me and calling me a "whore ass bitch" for not finding a cab as he falls head first into the bushes.  Thanks to my amazing father, he came and picked me up in the middle of the arena district at 2 am.  Just my luck, my keys and belongings were in Big's car.  So pops drove us to German Village and he a nice night sleep in the back of his car and my dad drove me back to New Albany.  I suppose it was my fault... I was wearing Old Navy Flip Flops... I should have worn the red peep toe stilettos.  Total game changer.

So what's up with all this rambling... what's the point?  Entertainment, understanding, venting.  I don't know.  I've been toying around with posting random things I love that pertain to my love life or dating in general.  I live through music and art so I've been feeling crafty. I think this one suits just fine. Not to mention with Memorial Day weekend coming up, get ready to strut with your friends.  Go be young and careless.  Be safe!!!  Just don't be Mr. Big!  It's amazing what a little respect and common curtsy can get ya.  You're all beautiful... Just know that.

Stuck in the Friend's Zone

Does any single person every like to hear what a great friend they are from the opposite sex?  I sure as hell do... not.  What can be more insulting than hear what an amazing woman you are and that I am such a catch, but I think we are better friends??  Or the whole I need to work on my career and education, and after a year of a 'non-relationship', they move to another state for a new job and school and end up dating someone they maybe met 4 times and then decided a long-distance relationship would be better than the girl they just told is 'perfect girl'.  Can you say slap in the face?  Be real with me.  I am sorry I am not the type of girl to sit there and know my role.  I have a personality.  Deal with it.  I'm sorry that you're not comfortable enough to handle all I can give.  Because I can totally understand how unconditional, giving love can be terrifying from someone who speaks her mind.  

I mean WTF!  Grow some balls and be a man.  And not like the horrifying date I had at a sushi restaurant a while back.  The guy was 25 minutes late. Talked about his two chihuahuas (Butt-hole and Cooter), yeah I'm not kidding. Then proceeded to put his chopsticks in his teeth like fangs. Proceeded to yell "BALLS" at the top of his lungs (I begged for him to tell me he has turrets, but no, he just likes to do it randomly to 'entertain himself')... oh and it gets better... He ultimately squeezed and edamame with his fingers and hit the woman in the head at the table next to me.  Laughed like a teenage girl and then tried to do it again.  Needless to say, I stood up and told him he could get the check and left the restaurant as he yelled, "does this mean I shouldn't call!?"

Honestly, I'm started to seriously question single men.  Are all the good ones seriously taken??  Is the BALLS boy the only kind of guys left out there?  I love my guy friends, but always hearing about their love lives and them talking to me like I am one of the guys really is started to concern me.  Am I always going to be stuck in the friends zone?  Permanent Wing-man?  When will those talks about the hot girl at the concert be about me?  Guys, if you are my friend and that's all you want... stop staring at the girls and trying to grab my ass.  I'm not your toy.  These killer shoes deserve more respect than the half of a cherry bomb you couldn't finish.  Just sayin...