So OVER It.

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I have, what you might call, an over-indulgent pensiveness. Ok fuck it, I’m an over-thinker. I know everyone thinks they’re an over-thinker, but mine has scaled to new heights of complete lunacy. I have recently come to accept (I acknowledged this years ago…) that I am a person of EXCESS. I believe this to be a direct result of years of forced repression of emotions. I considered the showing of emotions in front of anyone to be sign of weakness. I have never been the girl who gently rests her sobbing head on her boyfriend’s shoulder, while being nestled in the manliness of manly strength.

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In fact, it’s been quite the opposite. I have never cried or thrown up in front of a boyfriend before. Yes, I know how absolutely ridiculous this sounds. I used to be proud of this fact, like I won some  Cold Fish of the Year Award and received a years supply of frozen cod (mmm cod). In recent years, these repressed emotions have burst forth – in the most irrational and incomprehensible ways – I can’t even use PMS to cover up this shit.

OVER-THINKING

Every girl over-thinks a little. If you don’t, I don’t wanna hear about it, keep that serenity shit to yourself. It usually involves a boy and ranges from mild “I wonder why he hasn’t called me” to spicy “That asshole is dicking someone else, I know it!”. Now, that’s not the over-thinking part, that’s just regular thinking. This is a sample of my train of thought, using that simple fictional example.

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So, over the course of the day, I basically start off as your typical lazy freelancer and swell into some kind of Demon-Female-Hellhound of over-thinking and assumptions. I know this is crazy. Some people have suggested yoga. I tried yoga. I over-thought yoga. Here’s that diagram.

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Needless to say, yoga did nothing to stop my over-thinking.

I am openly admitting my problem, my flaw, and am ready to embrace change and make an active attempt to relieve myself (and everyone around me) of this horrendous bad habit. I’m open to suggestions – as long as it doesn’t involve:

  1. Silent retreats
  2. Technology withholding
  3. Counting to 10 seconds

I’ve been told that’s something you can switch off, but I am literally in the dark, fumbling around for that alleged switch. Help an over-thinking, over-reacting, insomniac-suffering, sister out.

5 Things Men Do That Drive Women Crazy (Good and Bad)

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Here’s a short and extremely simple list of things men do that drive women crazy – both the good kind of crazy, and the bad kind of batshit crazy.

 

5 THINGS MEN DO THAT DRIVE WOMEN (GOOD) CRAZY


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1. Hold their face while kissing them or kiss them on the forehead. Drives women crazy.

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2. Pick them up, or carry them like they weigh nothing. All women like to feel like they’re thin, so at least pretend to not buckle under pressure.

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3. Make plans. I can’t emphasize enough the value of making a reservation. Women don’t appreciate getting a 6pm phone call, “what do you feel like doing tonight?” when you’re supposed to meet at 8pm.

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4. Foot rub. It doesn’t have to be ancient Oriental foot reflexology here, just a simple foot rub is enough to make our knees weak.

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5. Send flowers. Sorry, but that shit still works. Haven’t you seen the way girls go nuts on Facebook with photos of flowers sent to them? Even better, try to be more imaginative and send over a pizza or something. It signifies “effort”. That you were thinking of us enough to spend 5 minutes to send something over. Works. Every. Time.

 

5 THINGS MEN DO THAT DRIVE WOMEN (BATSHIT) CRAZY

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1. Phone problems: phone battery died, problematic phone, turns phone over on table, always on the phone with you, takes a call in another room. We hate this shit. Fix your fucking phone!

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2. Dishes. Men always seem to go for the “soak the dishes” instead of washing it. We all know it’s a deflection of work. The jig is up.

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3. Binge-drinking. No-one wants to be with the guy who drank more than everyone else, and is acting like a drunken buffoon. That shit is embarrassing for everyone.

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4. Man-child behavior. The guy  in a semi-state of Boy Meets World, not quite a man, not quite a toddler.

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5. Getting lost. Nothing causes our esteem in a man to drop quite like a guy calling you and telling you that he’s lost on his way to meet you. Firstly, that means your ass is waiting for him. Secondly, Google maps?? Maybe it’s the admitting of a failure that turns us off, but girls seem to always lose their minds when this happens. For God’s sake, even Tom Hanks managed to get himself and Wilson off that island.

 

See? So simple. 🙂

The Women That Women Hate.

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Before I get more accusations that I’m a man-hater, let me write another post about how annoying women are. (Wait, am I going to be called a woman-basher next?) Let this be gospel: I love men and women! And dogs! And carbs!

This post is an extension of Girlfriends and how unpleasant we can be to own gender. Sisterhood, my ass.

The Blabbering Bitch

We all have that friend who gets a little bit too drunk and will feel it’s completely ok to open the Pandora’s Box of YOUR past indiscretions, stupid stories and innermost feelings to everyone at the table, while you try to nervously giggle it off and wipe up the cocktail she just spilled all over you. Trying to get her to stop talking will only make you look extremely defensive. I prefer giving a swift kick under the table. I have also handed a friend her purse before and told her, “You need to go home now, you’re done.”

The Relationship-Fail Rooter

Once a group of single girls have been friends for a while, a sort of group think develops. We commiserate about lonely nights, shitty men and PMS bloat. And then, quelle horreur, one of the single girls deigns to get a boyfriend. Energy shifts and the passive-aggresive girlfriend starts to poke holes in the stories. “He cooked for you? Why? He can’t afford to take you out?” “You have great sex, oh my, he must have been a player before” “You mean you haven’t even met his friends yet?”. Female friends are a pressure cooker for burgeoning relationships, always keep them separate.

The Wardrobe Watcher

There’s always that one girl that pays a little too much attention to what you wear. Which is all well and good, but combined with bitterness, usually presents itself as “Hey, didn’t you wear that dress last time?”. Like, what the hell? Are you Joan Rivers now? Usually, that girl has somewhat of a questionable wardrobe herself.

The Thunder Thief

The girl that loves to interrupt you and steal your thunder and attention when you have people so rapt. She’s basically the girl that will fight for air-time until you back down and she’s Queen of All Conversation. She will settle down for a bit after that, but once you open your mouth to speak again, my god, does she have a better story than you.

The Inception

I am unsure about the motivation of The Inception, but she’s that girl who says, “I was just going to say that!” after almost every good idea/joke that you come up with. Sometimes, she will insert herself into your story that she’s heard before and you’ll be looking at her, thinking, “Bitch, you weren’t even there!”.

The Debbie Downer

Nothing new here, but seriously women, if you are so consumed by how sad your life is, can you please go on a retreat to make it better and then rejoin the group who are having a nice Friday night out? I give allowances to moments of melancholia, because lord knows even I have them, but allow the enthusiasm of your friends to infect you, and not the other way round.

The Conceited Celebrant

Then there’s the girl whose every milestone in life is the celebration of HER. The girl that has about 5 events for her birthday (including at least one overseas trip) and even worse, the girl who’s about to get married. She will have an engagement party, about 3 bridal showers and 1 hens overseas trip finally culminating in a destination wedding. All in all, you can become quite broke being this girl’s friend, because the chances that she will actually foot the bill for anything is slim to none. Genuinely popular girls are the ones who are nice about it and reciprocate in some way. The more self-absorbed ones will find the RSVP numbers dwindling as days go by. The Summer Of You, is over but at least you’re getting married, which means there is someone out there legally bound to enjoy your company.

The Unpunctual Princess

While I will attest to not always being on time, it is usually off by about a maximum of 10 minutes, during which I apologise and maintain contact with the person I’m supposed to meet with an ETA. In the grand cliche of double standards, I loathe waiting for people. I am completely ok waiting for them in a cafe, mall or bar, but if I have to stand somewhere and wait for them for 20 minutes, I literally lose my mind especially when they don’t respond to texts or calls. It’s a disgusting habit and I will make no attempt to cover up my displeasure.

The Dependent Damsel

Ok, when I make new girlfriends, one of my criteria is: Can they be alone for a while / go to the bathroom alone? There is nothing more annoying than a friend who insists that you need to follow her to the bathroom, or goes with you so she doesn’t have to sit at the bar alone. Contrary to popular male belief, we don’t all have to go together. And if you drag me to the bathroom with you, you better have some damn good gossip for me.

 

 

I love you, women. And I love you even more, crazy women. If you have any evidence that proves I’ve been any of these types of women, please keep it to yourself.

* Thanks to A for suggesting this post. And for correcting my English. And for in no way, asking me to add that second part.

The Single Men.

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This post would be the brother of my earlier blogpost, The Psycho Sisterhood. As many types of crazy girls exist, there are the stereotypical, uncomplicated molds of men. So, here are the various types of men, that a single girl might run into.

The Sweet Talker

Smoother than silk, sweeter than really sweet stuff – The Sweet Talker will spin a web made out of agave nectar as quickly as 15 minutes into the first date and this can temporarily blind the single girl (basically, you’d end up looking like Frodo in that spiderweb: incapacitated and wondering if Gollum will come to gnaw you out). The Sweet Talker’s game is easily identifiable and a lot of fun, as long as you’re aware that you’re in the House of Mirrors and the carnival’s about to close. The Sweet Talker will wax lyrical, and ambiguously, about commitment (“When we’re married, we’ll eat here all the time”), about the future (“I’m sure you have baby names, tell me!”) and about your family (“Are your parents awake, I’d love to meet them”). Yes, there are men out there who actually say these things. A little sugar never hurts, but you don’t want to lose anything to diabetes.

 

The Casual Caller

The Casual Caller will take you on a less-than-stellar road trip to nowhere. He’s the guy that likes to pop up occasionally via text to have a low-key catch-up conversation and will end it with one of the following, “Let’s meet up”, “We should have a drink”, “I really just wanted to say hello and keep myself on your radar in case I ever wanted to activate the Dick Signal”. The Casual Caller will keep you in his back pocket and this will never go anywhere.

 

The Manslut

“Playboy”, my ass. There are a whole lot of mansluts out there – the kind that feel a night out isn’t complete without banging a chick. They will hit on their friends’ girls, sleep with the friends’ girls (the better mansluts might have an internal conversation about whether that’s ok), call girls whores, grab you everywhere while dancing. To them, women are dispensable and disposable; but through it all, somehow manage to stay mildly charming. There’s no fine line between a “fun guy” and “manslut”. They’re all just mansluts.

 

The Cockroach

Nothing can stop or slow this guy down. You could be a woman who’s married, in a relationship or full-on lesbian, but when The Cockroach has got his sights on you, he can never be deterred. Just when you think you got him with that entire can of bug spray, he resurfaces a week later, waving his little antennae. Usually naturally charming, a good Cockroach manages to get you to enjoy the flirting, less capable Cockroaches are what we call “stalkers”. If you have kids, he will tell you that he loves kids and would like to meet yours. If you have a boyfriend, he will tell you that he’s better suited for you than him. If you tell him you’re a lesbian, he will ask you to bring your girlfriend along. There is no getting around The Cockroach.

 

The Too-Nice Guy

The sweet, nice guy that moves at such a glacial pace, that he finds himself in the Titanic of friend zones before he’s even realized it. The flaw of The Too-Nice Guy is that they accept that ridiculous reason of “Nice guys finish last”. No-one is asking you to be a dick. But you gotta have some throw-down if you wanna get a ho down.

 

Mr Big Stuff

Big suit, big job, big ego, big mouth. Mr Big Stuff is probably the most obvious type of man because you will find that you barely spoke during the date. He will constantly talk about himself, and is quite open about sharing because he loves himself. If you’re lucky, you’ll get to speak when you order. He’s also probably really big on working out but not in the best of shape. Mr Big Stuff is more full of himself than a Double Stuffed Oreo, and only for gluttons for punishment.

 

The Unavailable

Who says only single men date? Lots of men who are married or in relationships are expert at forging relationships with other girls, while keeping extremely nondescript about their statuses. You can always tell when a guy fits into The Unavailable box when you have never discussed relationships (either past or present), you usually go on group dates and he doesn’t ask you a lot of questions, just in case you ask them back. Everything would feel very light and easy, yet have a heavy anchor. Cut the line and let that ship sail.

 

So, there you have it. By the way, none of these types are from my personal dating experiences. If you can disprove this, please keep it to yourself.

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First-date Sex, Full-time Sluts.

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This post started out as an innocent “should a girl sleep with a guy on a first date?” question and then mutated along the way into some kind of social discourse about “sluts”. Of course.

What women think about sleeping with a man on a first date

Every woman I spoke to fiercely advocates against sleeping with someone on the first date. Now, I’m no mathematician but these stats don’t add up. Obviously, there are some women out there sleeping with their first-dates. We’re not talking about one-night stands or casual encounters… we’re talking about a date: dinner, cocktails, conversation, laughter, kissing and boom.

A few of them feel early sex complicates getting to know each other. A couple feel that if you have sex on a first date and the guy disappears, it’s because you had sex with him. (To which, my response is: he would have ditched you anyway, 1st or 5th date. That, or he died before he could ask you out for a second date.) Then there are the assorted theories “men like the chase, so you can’t give it up to easily”, “they’re not going to buy the cow if you give out the milk for free”, “men don’t marry the girls who sleep with them on the first date” and the ever-popular “men need to put in some work to get the prize”. Antiquated notions perhaps but yet, there has to be some merit to these theories. The Madonna-whore complex is apparently still alive and well in 2013.

What men think about women who sleep with them on the first date

I interviewed about 6-7 guys on this and with the exception of 2 extremes, all of them are in the middle. Only ONE man well and truly doesn’t give a damn, or questions the morals of a girl who sleeps with him on a first date. He feels that if the chemistry was there, the date was great and resulted in sex, this would not deter, but in fact, encourage him to continue dating her. ONE OUT OF SEVEN.

Then, there was the other extreme. A guy who said he would NEVER continue dating a girl who sleeps with him on a first date. (This poor man was practically attacked by me during the interview. “What do you mean?!” You slept with her too, didn’t you?!”) His rationale is that he could never date someone who slept with him so easily even though it was him who set the scene and was obviously involved in the sexual pursuit at some point. I would like to declare this man a twat (thanks for letting me interview you though).

Probably the most intelligent man I interviewed (out of this sorry bunch) had great insight: It all comes down to intent. If he’s likes a girl (beyond a physical attraction), he will not put sex on the table on the first date, because he’s interested to get to know her. He broke it down to attributes taking different tones once sex has been involved too early. For example, “humor” and “intelligence”. If sex wasn’t involved for at least the first 5 dates, these attributes would be reflected and projected in a long-term relationship scenario – “this person would make my friends laugh, we’ll have intelligent conversations all the time”. Once sex has been introduced early, like on a first date, “humor” and “intelligence” would take on a sexual view  – “this person is easy-going and casual” and “this person is smart enough to recognize a good time”. Brilliant.

What’s left? The middle ground. I hate middle ground – too many variables, too many “it depends” but unfortunately, that’s life. The general consensus seems to be “I will continue to date a girl who slept with me on a first date, unless she’s a slut”. This threw me off for a while because I didn’t know how to respond to this. “So you judge someone for behaving how you want them to?” was my first question. And then followed by, “What makes her a slut?”. And so, cue the discussion about what makes a slut, a slut.

Who are you calling a slut?

To be perfectly honest, it’s been ages since I’ve heard the word “slut” being used in company. Maybe it is a sign of the social embracing of the female sexual revolution! Or maybe I just don’t know any sluts, haha, who are we kidding. Here’s what I boiled down all the feedback about sluts, from both men and women, to:

1. Age

In my 20’s, the word “slut” was a commonly used word thrown around (not on me, jeez) – it seemed the easiest definition of a girl who was always with a different guy, or perceived to be sleeping around. Maybe it was because we just had a more limited vocabulary and experience. Now, as we are all older, casual sex seems to be an accepted outlet and expression. There is a lot less judgement on a man, or woman, for indulging in it. There seems to be a cloud of maturity surrounding it – sometimes it gets misinterpreted, sometimes it gets misused, but for the most part, it’s embraced as being healthy and in some cases, necessary.

2. Presentation

Probably the most key factor to the definition of a slut, or at the very least, “slutty”. Discussions on this have led me to believe that if a girl is consistently wearing skimpy clothes, she would be considered a slut, whether or not she has ever had sex before in her life. Let’s forget about all this “not judging a book by its cover” nonsense. The Bible isn’t wrapped by the Playmate of the Month. We are all in control of our skin, our front, our presentation – and we choose to believe that your outfit was not accidental. Presentation of behavior is also key. If you’re the sloppy girl, hanging off a different guy, leaving the club every weekend, people are going to label you more as a slut, more than sexually independent. A point that was brought up to me was that, if a girl still always behaves like a lady, in spite of her sexual behavior, she will still be considered a lady. Which brings me to the next point.

3. Discretion

You can get away with almost anything if you’re discreet, even murder. But like every good floater, your reputation will surely rise to the surface. Standard anti-slut behavior: don’t fuck within the group, don’t discuss your sexploits with too many people after, don’t bring all the guys you’re seeing together to one event. That’s not so hard, is it?

4. Confidence

Some women are extremely open about their sexual confidence, that it leaves no room for misinterpretation or name calling. They’re single and sexually active. Who are you calling “slut”? Men seem to be able to respect this but other women can’t handle this. Women are extremely harsh on their own gender, this is no surprise. A sexually open women is deemed “not marriage material” and a “slut in a blazer with power shoulders”. I personally think female sexual independence cannot truly exist primarily due to the nature of sexual organs. The vagina is always going to be the recipient. So, no matter how sexually forward and powerful a woman may present herself to be, she is still at the mercy of a man, physically – and unlike the man, is not necessary guaranteed an orgasm per go. This can be perceived as “short-changing” and might leave the woman filled with only regret of having “given it up” for nothing.

5. Mansluts

Yes, we are all aware of how unfair it is that men get to be playboys and women have to tattoo an “S” on their forehead. But as women, we’re more than half the population and we still can’t change this mentality? I know of many mansluts, but there aren’t any women who say “Urgh, he’s a total manslut, this is not what I want for the father of my child” – and mean it. Instead, what do women want to do? They want to the The One. The One that converts his manwhoring to monogamy. Women are our own downfall. We’re the goddamn problem.

To fuck or not to fuck?

If you’re looking for a relationship, or feel this person you’re on a first date with is intriguing, don’t have sex. If you do, it may not matter but it will affect the tone of the burgeoning relationship. Also, bear this in mind, no-one is truly themselves for at least the first 5 dates, it’s all an elaborate magical, Siegfried & Roy illusion. After that, the issues, insecurities, neuroses and throat-ripping tigers come to play. Sex is a powerful attribute, as contributing to a relationship as a sense of humor, work ethic or being nice to waiters. The physical act aside, it’s intimacy and sometimes, best saved for… well, intimacy. And if it happened, well then it happened, just maintain your dignity as a woman, don’t regret anything and if you’re ABC (Always Be Closing), then ABD (Always Be Discreet).

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Note: If there any men out there who can personally refute my declarations, please keep it to yourself.