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Ok so you have to understand by now my blog is about men right? Not  just any men, my men. Just wanted to make sure we are on the same page here. Well sometimes you don’t realize just how awesome a person is till they are gone. Ever happened to you? I’m sure it has. The shoulda woulda coulda syndrome. Yep, you guessed it i got one of those too. This one holds a way special part in my heart. Maybe not in some Romeo and Juliet way but a special way none the same. We will call this little wacky one..Reese…you will learn why later. Well lets keep in mind many of my stories take place years ago. So it was a Saturday night  and a typical one for me then. You guessed it, i was about 3 sheets to the wind. Me and my entourage of girls. All drunk of course yet still beautiful. We were at some local club or bar and we got a ride home from a friend. So us chicks pile into someone’s car. In the car was Reese. I knew him a little from a few years back. My group of sloppy friends shouted and sang the whole ride home, me included. So the next day i felt compelled to call and apologize to Reese. Some how tho blurry now this lead us to becoming friends and hanging out. So another weekend came and you guessed it the girls and i were tipsy again. This time Reese was there for the entire event. For some reason i told Reese that quote  ” people like you and me don’t mix”. I’m not even too sure why i said this. Maybe i was referring to the fact that our families were different. But honestly i was just drunk most likely. Needless to say i got over it and he must have forgiven me because I’m pretty sure he came home with me that night. If not that night very soon after. I must of did something right because he stuck around. Surprisingly he was not insane. Actually nothing was wrong with him. Ok so maybe that’s a lie. He has horrible taste in music. He likes that shit that when you hear it you just hear noise.  But 1 flaw? I was willing to let it slide. Wow, i couldnt believe it, he was normal. He was funny and charming and handsome. So i we spent a lot of time together. Spending the night, going to eat, hanging out, blah blah blah. I even cooked for him. My cooking skills were not on the Martha Stewart level they are now. I met his parents he met some of my family. So about 3 months later not 3 weeks, 3 months i said and i quote ” What do you want? Like from me?” awaiting my great  reply he answered all light-hearted ” what i really want are some Reese’s Pieces!!”….What the fuck!!! WRONG answer! How  do you say that to a woman? When someone opens their heart to you at least be serious! Men reading this: if you don’t want to be serious with that person then fine. Just say i don’t have an answer for you. Needless to say my affair with Reese slowly went away after that. I think i pushed him away because i knew he didnt want a girlfriend. Turns out he was just a hard shell to crack and i don’t think i stayed around long enough for him to open up. He was my shoulda coulda woulda guy for sure. Me of all people should know the difficulty of this being a bona-fide hard ass my self. A trait he could always see thru by the way. But not all is lost here. We continued to stay friends. Which an honest male opinion is nice to have around. Turns out he even has a heart. On valentines day he broke into my house (not in a criminal way lol) and put candy all over my kitchen table with a card. That was one of the sweetest things  anyone has ever done for me till this day. I hope Reese gets all the Reese’s Pieces he wants in life and much more!!!

 I don’t think ive ever been known as the sweet girl. Ok maybe to someone’s parents/grandparents, but that’s  it. I take pride in that. In my opinion men call girls sweet because they don’t have anything else to say about them.  I smoke and say fuck too much to be known as sweet. Don’t get me wrong i’m not a total bitch but sweet, not so much. The sweet girls of the world are the ones who don’t take up for themselves and don’t have much of an opinion. I have my moments where i’m mushy. Even then i’m just a girl having a mushy moment not some super sweet girl who trys to kiss your ass all the time. I’m very real. I’m still wear pink and put make up on. I’m far from a tom-boy. But I have always been able to have a friendships with the opposite sex. I don’t get care when men talk about sex like it’s an animal act, as long as it’s not me they are talking about. I call women bitches sometimes. I use to drink liquor while the other girls drank some sissy drink. I’m not a dumb ass nor do i think it’s cute to act like one. I don’t trip out over babies like they are the cutest thing ever. Honestly babies freak me out. I don’t bond with other women instantly and say “hey girl” in a high pitched voice too often. I guess you could call me un-sweetened.

Every once in a blue moon you might find a few men that aren’t insane. Good men exist. I believe we learn from all our relationships. The big ones and littles one. Love comes in many different forms. They don’t all end up “the one” of course. But important none the less.  We get a few “core shakers” in  our life. A core shaker is a person who comes in and shakes you to your core, right down to your soul. After which you are never the same. But for one reason or another you did not end up together. I had 3 maybe. Here is a story about one of them. Matthew. What a man! He was about as manly as you could get and good all the way to his bones. Big and handsome. He was in the military. But i knew him long before that. I met him when i was young, too young. He was 6 years older than me. When you’re a teen that is like a world of difference. I met Matthew at a party. We exchanged numbers as friends. Our friendship over the phone quickly became deeper than your average friendship. But i was so young. I was so innocent then. Never even had sex before. Way before Will’s dumbass. I hung out with Matthew every chance i’d get. Sneaking off to see him at friends houses. I was so infatuated with him. Then the dreaded day came when he left for the military. About 2 years later i heard he was home on leave. I called his grandmother’s house and by chance he was there. We talked for hours. I told him i often thought about him and that i wanted to stay in touch. He left for  Japan after that call. In touch we stayed. We both called each other often. Mean while i was growing up. I was now 18 and legal. He was shipped home. We visited each other. He made my heart melt. Then he went back  to the otehr side of the country to his military base. One night over the phone i explained to him that i was just gonna live my life because waiting on a man who would not be home for years was not for me. We ended up fighting over this. Two days later there sat his truck in my drive way. He had hung up the phone and drove all day and night to come see me (west coast to east coast) and bring me flowers. WOW. It was  just like the movies. But the twist was he was awall. Very against the law you can’t just leave the military. But there he stood on my parent’s door step flowers in hand saying he loved me. We spent the next few weeks attached at the hip. We even took a trip a visit his mom. My girlfriend Bella came along. Matthew loved all my friends as his own. Which i loved and made me love him more. But all good things must come to an end. He was shipped back to the military to spend some time in the Briggs for running. Like the good man he is he remained in the miitary  for the remainder of the time he signed up for. But the day came when he came home for good. By then i was so into just being young and carefree sadly i hardly noticed. I had gotten my first own place as well. I was too caught up in the social scene to slow down for a man. I was not the girl to waste your heart on. With this said he came around a few more times. One day he called me and said that he was gonna marry another girl, if i didnt want to marry him. But making it clear i was his first choice. I let him go. He was too good to sit around and wait on me. I was wild. And marry he did to the choice number 2. I’m sure they have a wonderful life some where. She got a great man.

Ok so if you don’t get it by now my blogs are the stories of my experience with men in my past. The good,the bad and the ugly. So here we go with yet a another crazy in my past. I met Tyler one day at a friend’s house. Soon he was always with me and my friend(Nicole) hanging out. We all had a blast together drinking. I began to notice Tyler was not just a weekend drinker like the rest of us, he drank everyday. Being so young , i didnt pay too much mind. Then i began to notice he was either happy or real sad. Sign number 1 my friends! If you can’t just sit around and be normal your probably on a train ride to crazy town. Well he was. Just my luck! His family had talked hin into going to a weekend rehab. Yes i know it sounds stupid to me too. What the fuck is a weekend in rehab gonna do! But he went. While he was gone Nicole had noticed that some pictures of me were missing. Strange but not too strange. They had most likely been mis placed. WRONG! Ol’ Tyler had taken them to rehab with him. He told me this after the fact. Sign number 2! He stopped attending his weekend rehab. A few weeks later he had a total break down in my absence. He was sent off to a locked down facility this time.  A year had went by.  I received a call from Tyler. He proceeded to tell me that while in rehab he found God. “Great!” i said, I mean we could all use a little of that. No, he ment that God had come into his room and spoke to him. Still me being the opened mined person i am i thought, wow who i am i to say that didnt happen. So i told him his new life sounded great. He continued to tell me that he was preaching somewhere about an hour away. So curious i offered that i would come see him preach. But to my shock he said no he didnt want me to. When i asked why, he told me that, get ready for this one… i was the devil! The devil lived in me and would poison his mind! What the fuck! He has gone off the deep end. I kinda just laughed and rolled it off. If that is what makes him feel better to think i’m the devil then fine call me lucifer. That year, on valentines day, i received a bible in the mail from him with a personal note in it. It said “seek and you will find”. It didn’t offend me or anything. I kept the bible forever. I still have it. Even if he thinks i am the devil! Years later i saw him at a friend’s wedding. He is a preacher out west some where. He stared at me the whole wedding. I’m sure he thought i was gonna brust into flames!

“You will always remember your first”…God who came up with that fucking line. My first real boyfriend was Will. I was 15 and he was 19. Pretty sick looking back on it i know. So to make a long story short he was the one i lost my virginity to. I could of at least saved it for some sexy stud. Instead i got Will.  A lanky awkward rich boy who was a bully. Who by the way was insane! My one and only abusive relationship. Don’t pull out your violin for me yet because you need not feel sorry for this girl. I learned my lesson. I was so young i’m glad i got it out of the way then. It’s my belief some women like abusive relationships because they are too in fact crazy. Not me. This lil courtship went on for a year. But he never left me alone. NEVER. I bet at this moment he is googling my name. Wow  he was a nut case. Years after we broke up he was roommates with My friend Nicole’s boyfriend. So of course i got talked into going over there to hang out. That went fine. Later that night he was in bed in his bedroom asleep. Me and Nicole were down stairs. After a night of drinking everyone in the house was asleep. But Nicole and I were awake and hungery. We quietly snuck into the kitchen. Nothing to eat in the cabinets. Nothing is the freezer. Then we opened the fridge and like a gift from god there sat wrapped up in foil a sub. Nicole and i looked at each other and smiled. We had to eat it.  We finished our sub and layed down on the couch to watch TV. Then we heard the noise from upstairs. Crazy Will was up. He walked down stairs slowly and half asleep we watched him walked to the fridge and open it. Oh no the sub belonged to him! He shouted “WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SUB” and Nicole and i just looked at each other and said in response without skipping a beat “i don’t even know what sub you’re talking about”. He began to pull the racks out of the fridge and throw them against the wall. He shook the white refrigerator from side to side. He punched hole in the wall. Then he stomped upstairs. He slung open the door of  his roommate he screamed “YOU OWE ME A SUB PLUS $60 CAUSE YOU TOOK IT” and without even knowing what was going on the roommate sat up and yelled back “FUCK YOU AND YOUR SUB”. Nicole and I died laughing! No one ever found out we ate it!

Ok so if say i had a lot of boyfriends or men in my life i’m sure your first thought is stamp WHORE on my forehead. That’s honestly not the case with me. Ok fine i’m no virgin mary. But whore that’s not me either. I like to say was just
“popular”. My single days are dead and gone but they live in my mind forever. I’m lucky to have found the world’s  greatest husband who is my rock. But the path there was a bumpy one. In my experience with  men i have MANY stories to tell. I have stories of insane men to heart melting stories of modern-day Romeos. And even if  i’m an old married lady now a little piece of my “single girl” mind will always exist. I hope this blog helps the married women remember their single days. And the single girls to know your not the only ones out there. And even the men to maybe give some insight to the wonderful creature known as WOMAN!

Ok so wow i’ve got a fucking blog!  Who knew the day would come when i would do this shit?  I cuss an awful lot for such a lady! lol  So get use to it. I had me some pretty wild and crazy times and some interesting things have happened to me. All these stories are in my head so hey why not join the “cool crowd” and blog them. Great way to not forget my “past” life. So buckle your seat belt it’s gonna be a bumpy ride!

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