Monday, February 4, 2013

I will sell your unwanted items via Craigslist



               
                One day, I was pointed in the direction of this fashion app called Wanelo.  I know nothing about Pinterest, or how it works, or how I pin something,  but Wanelo, I guess is the fashion equivalent.  Trying to figure out these apps makes me feel old and out of touch with the trending "cool" phone things, so I more a less pretend I know what the hell I'm doing  and just run with it.  Anyway, since being introduced to Wanelo, a series of unfortunate events starting happening with my credit card and resulted in me signing up for both an Ebay and Paypal account.  When I discovered Ebay for the first time (yes I am a late bloomer, shut up)  it was like a holy experience for me.  Not only could I buy things for super cheap and potentially win an "auction", I could also purchase peoples unwanted shit.  The more I searched,  It was like I had stepped in to a massive online yard sale!  The first time I received a notification that I had "won" an auction, it was like a huge sense of accomplishment.  I thought to myself, "Fuck yea, I won something, all you other bidders can kiss my ass" only to discover that I was the lone bidder on the object in question.  Following my roller coaster of emotion from going from feeling like I had just won the lottery, to a day in the life of Lindsey Lohan, I had the genius idea that I was going to start my own online store to rid myself of my very own unwanted shit.  I had planned on calling my online store, "Shelby's Unwanted Shit" Store, but the name itself wasn't very sexy, and being too lazy to actually do all the work, I decided that rather than trying to go through all that time and effort, why not put my writing skills to use as a side job and see if I could sell people's unwanted shit via Craigslist. 
                I asked some of my single friends this question:  "Give me a list of items that you want to get rid of after your breakup" and  I will compile my very own craigslist "For Sale" ad for you.   

Here goes nothing:

Fire Sale - No Literally Everything Will Be Set on Fire if not sold..
                I currently am in possession of a variety of men's clothes.  I several shirts, sizes ranging from Medium to XL because the pretentious prick's weight was more of a roller coaster ride then my emotions when I'm PMSing.  Other than a few permanent sweat marks in the armpit area due to an his nationality, they are in decent condition.  If you are not in the market for shirts, they also make great dish towels, dust rags, and even high end reusable toilet paper.   There is a money back guarantee that your ass will not chafe while using them!  I also have pants in stock, however I am unsure of the size because again the pompous douchebag ripped all of the tags out with the hopes of them "still fitting" even on his "fat" days.  I will take measurements for anyone interested, however if you are not seeking pants to wear, may I suggest using them for seasonal usages such as making Scarecrows or Snowmen.   I am also in possession of several pairs of sneakers, which need to be gone ASAP because they metaphorically represent the part of our relationship where I was walked over, and I want them gone.  If you are not looking to wear them, they have a high entertainment value to them.  Why not take them and throw them over the electrical wires in your neighborhood, and watch your neighbors look at them in awe and ponder how they got up there and who's shoes they in fact are?  Or leave them on the side of East Carson street and watch people enviously think, "Wow, whose shoes are those, and I wish I partied as hard as they did."   If all of these items are not sold by 6pm tomorrow (Friday), then I will be having a bonfire party at my house.  Single men and women are welcome, pending they clear a background check.  All Items are $1 OBO


Let's Picture Happy Times
                For Sale: Several picture frames with pictures already in them.  You know when you get a picture frame from the store, and they have corny pictures of politically correct families smiling and laughing as if they are our era's version of the fucking Brady Bunch?  Yeah I hate that too...why not purchase picture frames that have pictures in them that reflect real people in a failed relationship?  I have pretty much every phase of my failed relationship from start to finish starting with:  "The Honeymoon Period" - all smiles and not a care in the world, "Token Kissing Picture - taken to make all my single friends jealous, and making all my married friends shut the fuck up, "We are a Couple, Now What?" - the smile starts getting more forced; I'm contemplating how fat I look while he is wondering what is for dinner, "We are Comfortable, the Excitement is Gone" - even faker smiles and clothing has gone from dress clothes to sweatpants and loungewear, "You Lied to Me and I caught  You" - there is no red eye correction, it is actual fire coming from my eyeballs, and if you look closely you may see a vein popping out of my neck, however he was smart enough to fess up in a public place causing me to not rip his head off, "I Hope You Get the Clap and Your Dick Falls off" - the final picture during the breakup (taken by a guest photographer..AKA one of my friends) after giving him another chance, only to find out that he was still sleeping with his ex.  Please note the excruciating look of pain on his face is real, considering he took a 5 inch heel to his balls and the expression of relief on my face is genuine and real.    Who needs a Facebook timeline, when you can have a framed timeline of my very own failed relationship for a small price!  If you buy now, I will throw in drinks at my favorite bar that has a dartboard.  We can remove the pictures one by one and bond over a game of darts. Hello new friend!


Have some fun, at my expense..please
                As I was doing my post breakup cleaning, it was brought to my attention that I have collected way to many sex toys during my last relationship.  I didn't realize how many I had actually collected, because while we were dating, I tried to justify the items he would pick up at the porn store as a sign of him being "adventurous" when my gut was telling me "this is weird, even for me."  So here I sit, with a box full of random sex toys thinking to myself, "You can't just throw these away...Would you throw away the last piece of cake all because it fell on the floor and got a little dirty?  Hell no, you pick that shit up, wipe it off and eat around the unsalvageable parts."    So with that in mind, I like to compare my sex toys to that of a used car, because in all reality, my relationship was literally a total wreck and I came to find out that my most recent ex is the equivalent of a lemon, so why not try to sell these items maintaining the theme of our relationship right?  All items are best offer
              
        Multiple Vibrators - Slightly used but in great condition.  All have had thorough detailing via multiple sanitizers.  One owner.  If you are looking  for ones that are similar to Hybrid models  (energy efficient  and get good  mileage) I have several that only require one AA battery.  If you are looking to splurge with more of a SUV model, I do have a few that take C batteries.  These are not as energy efficient, however the safety rating would make them "Soccer Mom" approved.   Now if you really want some power between your legs, I have one available that is the equivalent of a Harley.  It requires D batteries, the safety rating sucks, but you will in fact go on the best joyride of your life.

                Anal Beads - No if, ands or butts about it people, these are the legit 50 shades of Fucking Gray quality.  Again slightly used but in great condition and again have had a full detailing session via multiple sanitizers.  Very easy navigate in to tiny parking places.  No test drive available.  I will also throw in a bottle of lube to ensure a great, smooth shifting transmission.  Does not show any signs of collision damage.  Multiple owners, but the item that has been maintained as if it has only had one. Only comes in one color, Candy Apple Red.  If you don't buy these now, you will more than likely scream with regret later...then again if you buy them you will probably be doing the same thing regardless.  

Keeping it Real -
Shelby

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

21 vs 40 - The Male Perspective


Guest Blogger - Chuck


            Hi gang!  Well, you all know the drill.  Time to do a little guest writing for Shelby.  Last week she did a nice little comparison of her mindset at 21, and compared it to how she things now at 30.   That was chalk full of some pretty good laughs.  But, I'm sure not only did some of you laugh, but you also said "holy shit, I did the same damn things."   So, of course later on in the week, I got a text from Shelby looking for a guys eye view.  And this works out two because as some of you may know, I'm going to be.....oh god fuck.....40 next Friday on February 1st.  
           
            The last couple of months I keep thinking to myself, "how in the hell did I get here at this point in my life?  Am I really 40 years old?  I don't feel it at all."   That's kind of a lie.  Sometimes I do.  I've seen some posts this week on Facebook from friend that made me feel old.  One of my close friends growing up has a son graduating; and old co-worker has son who went to his first winter formal; one of my old Lead Petty Officers (ABH1) posted something about her having a grandson.  I about shit myself.  So, anyhow, I know people say age is just a number, and it truly is, but man how we used to think, and how we think now, are really truly different. (Unlike Jem, who is just simply truly outrageous.)


When I was 21:  Going out

            "I'm in the Navy.  I'm on an aircraft carrier.  Chicks f'ning LOVE guys in the Navy.  I mean come on Top Gun proved that right?  Maybe I'll find a Kelly McGillis here in the bay area.  That would rock.  Yeah,  I'm in the fucking Navy.  I'm probably gonna hook up.  This is awesome.   I'm going to wear my navy jacket too so they know I'm in the Navy.  If they ask, I'll tell them I'm a pilot.  That works right?  Wait, one of us have a car.  We have to ride the bus.  That's not going to work out at all.  None of thes girls will talk to us.  No dumbass we're not cops, we're in the Navy.  Great they are walking away?  What the hell, they're supposed to be all over us!  Oooohhhhh somebody lied to me...."


Now that I'm 40:  Going out

            "Why am I even going out?  Everyone else I know is at home.  Hell they are probably in bed.  But it's Friday, what else am I going to do?  I gotta meet somebody somehow.  Oh god why won't this girl just shut up! I have no idea what the hell she is talking about.  Oh god please be quiet.  Seriously, you just aren't making any sense.  I think I just got dumber  from listning.  I really gotta stop being the nice guy.  They all seem to want to tell me their life story.  Sweetheart, been there done that.  I'm 40 years old, and I really don't give a shit.  I'm watching the Pens."


When I was 21:  Pics

            "Damn, I look so much better than I did when I graduated.  Dropped some weight.  This pic looks great.  Love it.  Gotta do something about the hair though.  These military cuts suck.  Everyone knows we're in the Navy because of it.  Oh well, I still look great though. Feel good too.  Yeah,  i'm killer."


Now That I'm 40:  Pics

            "Holy shit does my playoff beard have a ton of grey in it.  Hell I think there is more grey in my beard than my dad has.  Son of a bitch.  I'm not supposed to look that old!  Well, at least the hair looks ok.  Keepin in short. Hides the grey.  Of course, I'm not so sure it will grow back anyway.  Oh well.  Smile for the group pic Chuck. Suck in the guy, and push your face forward. It will hide the double chin.  look down too, and maybe clench your neck muscles.  Oh great, looks like I'm taking a crap.  Can we get a do over on that shot? Sorry everyone."


When I was 21:  Clothing (this applies to when I was 25/26 as well, doing Karaoke at Fredericks in Moon.)

            "Dude we found the best clubbing shirts.  Yeah, this is something that says rock star.  Yeah, I'll wear this Friday night.  Mom why the hell are you lookin at me funny?  There is nothing wrong with this shirt.  Whatever, this shirt kicks ass.  It's the style."


Now that I'm 40:   Clothing

            "What in the hell was I thinking all those years ago.  I wasted so much money on the ugliest f'n shirts.  I'm so glad I do not have any of them anymore.  Wait, I like this one.  I think it looks good.  Better take a pic and text it to Bonnie, Carie, and Chrissy.  They'll set me straight.  Ok, apparently Bonnie does like button snaps.  Carie said to change my shirt, and to spray my crotch.  Not sure why.  Whatever.  Where the hell were they 15 years ago to help me dress?"


Wait, got one more.....

Shelby decied to give her thoughts on periods.  It's quite obvious that I can't have one of those, so, for the sake of humor.....

When I was 21:  Boners

"For the love of god what the hell?  It's like every time I look at a girl.  Damn calm down junior, she's gonna notice.  She may even point and laugh.  Oh pull the shirt down, hide the hard on.  Better just invest in large shirts because apparently this thing is on overdrive."

Now that I'm 40:  Boners

"Oh thank god the f'ing  thing still works!  Better pull the shirt down to hide it."


And there you have my two cents....later kids! Enjoy the good laugh.

Keeping it Real
-Chuck

Monday, January 14, 2013

21 vs 30...How the mindset changes



                One random Saturday Night, I was out with some friends keeping on the sober side of things (shocking I know), and I was in a very observant mood.  I hadn't been out in a while, so I was excited to witness people's behavior from a sober perspective.  I started thinking back to my early 20s (considering the bars I happened to be at were chalk full of 21-23 year olds)  and couldn't help but laugh at how differently you see things when you are older.  As I watched drunk guys with beer goggles attempt to get laid, and watched drunk insecure girls fall in love with these men, I couldn't help but channel my inner 21 year old and reflect back on some of the best years of my life, just to see how differently I think now vs. 9 years ago.  The results are somewhat funny.

When I was 21: Going Out
                "I am dressed practically naked and boy do I look good. Me and my friends are the hottest looking girls in this club and we are going to get tons of guys.  I'm going to get shitfaced, make out with my friends on the bar "coyote ugly" style and purposely try to get a guy hard while dancing with him so I can laugh about it with my friends."

Now that I am 30: Going Out
                "I am dressed like a nun compared to these 21 year old girls that are running around half naked, and they all seem to be size 0's and have bigger, perkier boobs than me due to age or surgery.  I don't want to drink a lot tonight because I have a lot of stuff to do tomorrow and I don't want to feel the shitty thanks to a hangover.  Oh look, those girls are making out with each other on the bar, I remember when that was cool, but that bar seems really high up and what if I were to fall off?  I may hurt myself really bad.  God I wish I was wearing yoga pants right now instead of this outfit."


When I was 21:  Clothing
                "I am going to find the smallest pant size possible and cram my ass in to them regardless of how tight they are because I am going to convince myself that I am in fact 2 sizes smaller than what I am.  It's ok if I can't breathe because at least my muffin top is covered by my super sexy shirt that is showing mad cleavage which will be a total distraction.  Later in the night, if I do end up ripping my pants, I'm just going to laugh it off and blame it on being drunk, rather than admitting that maybe they were a bit too tight in the first place.  I will never wear boy shorts or "granny panties" because they are lame, and thongs are a way of life.

  
Now that I am 30:  Clothing
                "I am going to buy these pants a size bigger for 2 reasons.  One so that if they are slightly baggy, it will appear as if I am skinner that what I am, and it will give the illusion that I recently lost weight.  Two so that I can walk around in comfort because now that my pants are looser,  I'm not picking my newly purchased boy shorts out of my ass.   If I've already got flip flops giving me a wedgie of the toe, why do I need to wear thongs to have a constant wedgie in my ass?  Thongs have become "special occasion only."  Also because I bought these pants a size too big,  if I do put on a couple of lbs, I don't have to go out and buy an entirely new wardrobe because these will be my warrior jeans."


When I was 21: Photographs
                "Wow I really need to lose weight, I look terrible!  What was I thinking wearing that outfit, it was so plain!  My hair looks pretty freaking cute though, I'm going to have to dye it that exact same color in the spring.  I'm super pale right now, I need to hit up a tanning booth or else I'm going to look like Casper this winter.  I can't believe how much fun I am, at this rate, I can get any guy I want!

Now that I'm 30: Photographs
                "Wow I can't believe I thought I was fat back then.  Look how wrinkle free my face was.  If I could pull that outfit off now, I would be a total slut.  I can't believe how blonde my hair was, was I trying to look like a Playboy Bunny reject?  Oh that reminds me, I need to make a hair appointment to get my gray's covered up.  Tanning Booth?  Those things are bad for you  and I don't want my face to look like leather in 10 years and the last thing I want to do is look like Snooki's long lost sister. I can't even go out in natural sunlight without wearing SPF 15.   I can't believe how lame I've become, I'm going to end up alone with 50 cats."


When I was 21: Periods
                I feel like an alien baby is about to rip from my uterus.   I want to eat everything in freaking sight right now, and bathe in chocolate but I can't because I'm so bloated I could of been a spare flotation device for the Titanic.  WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!  I don't like that tone of your stare, ok your now officially pissing me off, just your presence is pissing me off.  I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you.


Now that I'm 30: Periods
                I feel like an alien baby is about to rip from my uterus.   I don't want to go out tonight, I just want to lay in bed and be miserable because every outfit I put on,  I look like humpty dumpty's twin sister.  I need to sleep at least 5 additional hours because these cramps are kicking my ass.   WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!  I don't like that tone of your stare, ok your now officially pissing me off, just your presence is pissing me off.  I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you.

When I was 21: Exercising
                "Even though I am a size 0, I still need to lose weight.  I'm still going to eat and drink what I want though.  I go dancing at least 1-2 days a week, so that should cancel out having to go to a gym, because that is technically cardio and  when I dance, I don't leave the floor till 2 am.  Even though I drink Captain and Coke, it's still ok because I sweat my ass off so it instantly leaves my body and nothing tops off a heavy night of drinking like crushing a Domino's Pizza or Seafood Wontons."

Now that I'm 30: Exercising
                "Dear metabolism: Fuck You.  Clearly you and I were not in a committed relationship, considering you left me high and dry.  Now thanks to you, I have had to become a hypocrite and changed my lifestyle.  I have changed my diet, and am now forced to actually exercise at least 3-5 times a week, in order to not feel like a beached whale during the summer.  With every step I take on my treadmill,  I resent you more and more.  With every bead of sweat that drips from my face, some may consider it a "win" for my health, however I consider it my body crying in anger. "

Keepin' it Real -
Shelby  

Monday, December 3, 2012

The End of an Era - 2 Part Blog



            As the eve of my 30th birthday approaches, I decided I needed one more blog to get in before the "Trials and Tribulations of a 20 Something Girl" became invalid.  I know it has been a while since the last blog, and for some, you may think I have "converted to the dark side" because I am now in a relationship, however that is not the case.  I've found that it's a lot easier to poke fun of things when being single, because while on the search for a companion, finding a sense of humor in things is a distraction from feeling sad and lonely.  When your single and can  use the phrases, "Did this really just happen to me?  WTF? and Really... Not Again," they generate great stories, memories and teach you things about yourself that you may not have ever discovered without the experience.
            When you are in a relationship and happy, it's a different story...  The focus of the content changes.  You go from bitching and poking fun about not being able to find someone dateable, to bitching and poking fun about your significant other because they forgot to put the toilet seat down, causing your ass to take an unannounced makeshift shower.   
            I will always be an advocate for singles, however please don't ever ask me to set you up because I am about as effective at it as it as a mime would be on Jeopardy.  I know how tough it is out there, because for over 5 years, I was in the same boat, and it does truly get harder the older you are.  If it can happen to me and Honey Boo Boo's mom, it can happen to anyone..  And with that, I present to you, the final blog of my 20's....
           
If I were a Craigslist Matchmaker
        My track record of hooking up my friends with romantic connections is less than stellar.  If I had to guess, my average is about the equivalent of the worst all time batting average in Major League Baseball.  Where my intentions where always good, I just don't have a natural matchmaking ability, well at least until now.
            As I was scoping out my favorite place on earth: Craigslist Personals, I had a revelation.  If these people that are posting personal ads are too cheap or scared to go on dating websites seeking love, or are members of the "socially awkward" club,  clearly they already have something in common; stupidity for putting their faith in Craigslist to find normalcy.  They also share the common ground that they too are not normal, which would make their like minded ways of thinking, something else they can share together. 

Potential Couple #1
Wanted country boyu - 24 (scottdale)


Date: 2012-08-20, 4:54PM EDT
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Hey there. I am sweet and kind hearted country girl that is looking for love. I don't cheat or lie and use at all and I am very fairth to my man . I am easy to be with and fun to hang out with. I was born and rised on a farm and I know how to treat a guy good. I am looking for a long term or a friend to see where it gos form there. I love fishing and hunting or anything outside amd country music. 18 and 29. Send me ur numder and I will send a pic. Email your fave country song. So I know your are real

Looking for a country girl - 22 (South hills, near Canonsburg)


Date: 2012-08-20, 2:31PM EDT
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After many late night talks around the fire with friends, I figured I would give this a shot. I'm a simple camo hat wearing, boot sporting, country music loving guy with a beard, please contain yourself ladies. About 5'6" 140 lbs. Just looking for a nice girl to talk and text with and see where it goes. If you like camo and jeans you are right up my alley. Your pic gets mine. Please no older, larger women or creepy dudes. Also make the title of your message your favorite holiday to weed out spam.
Why I think this is a match
                Clearly the only thing missing from this girls version of Disney's newest fairy tale "Tales from the Farm" is the part where the princess goes to school and learns how to spell.  I will admit that I am not the best speller on the planet, however the amount of grammatical errors in this post is roughly the equivalent of what I would expect from a 10 year old child. He on the other hand, sounds very well educated, considering he can spell, communicate effectively and puts entire sentences together while still making sense. He wants to text, she wants a "numder" so I can only hope she has a phone equipped with autocorrect functions, to at least keep him interested for a day or two.  I mean come on, she was born and "rised" on a farm, so clearly that means she knows how to treat a man better than us city folk with her ability to communicate with animals.  I envision their first date like this: As they ride their horses off in to the sunset while wearing their unplanned matching camo pants, he will poetically recite the letters of the alphabet to her.  He will introduce her to great literary figures of her generation such as Kermit the Frog, Elmo, and Barney, because clearly growing up on her farm she did not have a TV that she could be exposed to those great teachers, or her grammar skills would reflect that.  I have "fairth" in this...


Potential Couple #2

I Will Like a Special Friend - 20 (pittsburgh)


Date: 2012-08-20, 2:47PM EDT






Hi everyone, I'm a latina 20yrs 5 feet petite I'm married so sshhhhh very discrete. I'm looking for a fun person someone that's laugh someone that love live. I will like to go to lunch with that person. I'm NOT looking for sex right alway that comes with time and if you the right person. I just want someone i could trust and i could to talk to and listen, you have to have a job smell good and be clean. could you send me a pic but i don't want to see your private parts only ur face and body to see if you my type... So if thats you hit me up.

affair! - 21 (westmoreland)


Date: 2012-11-21, 11:48PM EST

i am 21 years old and have this fantasy about seeing a older married women that is unhappy for discrete encounters. safe, sane, and ddf here. romantic, kinky, and affectionate is how i like it. dont worry ladies i can last in bed and know how to use what i got. i am 5'11, avg weight, clean shaved and neat, attractive, open minded, and fun. if youre interested send me and email with what your favorite color in the subject line. i do have pics for trade also 

Why I think this is a match
                The fact that they both are equally emotionally retarded speaks wonders in this scenario.  She is looking for someone to give her everything her husband isn't, and he is openly looking for a death wish if her husband where to find out. This concoction has the ingredients to be a straight to DVD Lifetime movie.  I'm guessing since she is 20, she either married for money or a green card.  Her husband is probably at least 10 years older than her, and they probably never met until their wedding day which is why her prerequisite looking for someone to smell good and be clean is listed.    Where most girls prerequisites on finding a husband consist of: personality, maturity level and  stability;  hers consists of the 3 "s" that any mature man strives for in the morning: shit, shower and shaving with deodorant as an instant bonus.  I've heard of lack of sex after marriage, but lack of hygiene?  I mean you're looking for a sex eventually, so the soon-to-be dirtiness of her vagina will be as equally dirty as her husband armpit.  Fortunately for her, crabs can also live in armpit hair, so hiding her indiscretions shouldn't be too hard.   Since he has stated that he is clean shaven and neat, I envision him to be Westmorland County's very own version of Mr. Clean.  He's "open-minded"?  Of course he is, considering he is so desperate to get laid he takes the whole "All because there is a goalie, doesn't mean you can't score" saying to a new pathetic level.    I hope her husband knows that his wife is in good hands with this potential match I have suggested.  I mean a true gentleman that is actively seeking married woman via Craigslist wouldn't want to take the time to know what her favorite color is, now would he?

Part 2 -

Yahoo Questions - Is this seriously what society is turning to?
                Occasionally when I am doing light Facebook stalking, I stumble upon posts from some of my friends that are from Yahoo Questions.  The ones that people repost tend to be questions that are either: hysterical, weird, or just plain stupid.  The old expression, "There's no such thing as a stupid question, but stupid people" I am convinced derived from this open forum. It's similar to Craigslist in the sense that people put their faith in these message boards, hoping to find what they are looking for, except in the form of answers rather than love.  I decided to check out the "Family and Relationships" section, to see what I could find to entertain me.  It wasn't hard at all to find some interesting ones.

#1 Am I wrong to dislike when he does this?
Am I wrong to get jealous and dislike when my boyfriend watches porn? It's not just every like 3 days, it's usually once a day and sometimes twice? Does this make me a bad person? I don't tell him I dislike it? But I do? I'm 15 and my boyfriend is also!

Dear Sunshine:
            I don't know what is funnier, the fact that you are worried that your 15 year old boyfriend has a porn addiction, or the fact that you are 15 and looking on the internet for answers from random strangers.  Clearly what your young mind has not discovered yet is that a guy that watches porn is about as common as a female with a credit card.  You must have gotten your first period ironically on the day in health class when they explained what puberty is.  It doesn't make you a bad person that you frown upon his porn hobby, it just makes you bitchy and annoying to pretty much every man on the planet.  One day when you actually grow out of  your Taylor Swift influenced mindset, and become a mature adult, I have some shocking news for you...Men don't just wake up one day and say "I'm done with porn, I'm going to go for a nice brisk walk instead."  Unless you singlehandedly intend on taking down the porn industry, it's going to be around longer than the 20 cats you will have to adopt in order to keep yourself from feeling lonely as you search for a non porn watching prince. 

 

#2 Could i be pregnant from changing my tampon? PLEASE ANSWER?

So I gave my boyfriend a b****** / h****** and I was on my period. He didn't c** but had prec** on his penis when I was doing it.by the time I got home I was really tired and I went to the bathroom and changed my tampon. I never washed my hands before I changed it cos im so used to doing it after I change it. Could I be pregnant? Its eating away at me day by day...

Dear Special Sally:
                No one ever told you that sperm is the Indiana Jones of bodily fluid?  It has the ability to skydive  off your fingers,  maneuver its way through a treacherous cotton forest and enter the temple of the babymaker, all without breaking a sweat.  You are a fucking moron.  You could clearly be the lead character in the 2000's version of the movie Clueless.   You also sound selfish.  Being that he didn't finish, did you give the poor guy blue balls too?  Not only does he have to worry about dating a total moron that thinks pregnancy is airborne, but he also is dealing with a lazy Lucy.   I sure hope you have a pretty face and are skinny because from your own admittance, you are not the "total package."  Especially since you aren't smart enough to even wash your hands after foreplay, you dirty stupid girl...you are a walking UTI waiting to happen.


Keeping it Real
- Shelby

Sunday, August 12, 2012

The Unofficial Guide to Reflect Unwanted Attention in Social Settings


                Saturday Night, Maria and I decided on a whim to venture out on the streets of the South Side to engage in a live erotic burlesque show, followed by some adult beverages.  After sitting through the 2 hour long show expecting to feel a bit frisky, I actually walked out with my brain being in a total mind fuck as to what I had just witnessed.  Still trying to wrap our heads around what the hell we had just paid $15 dollars for, we decided to stop at a couple of bars, considering we hadn't been out in a while.

                When we arrived at the first bar around 11:30, like any typical South Side bar, it was wall to wall people.  As Maria and I bought our first round, we surprisingly found a tiny area that allowed for some sort of personal space which is a rarity considering the bars in the South Side are so small that 50 people make it feel like you are in a mosh pit.

                As we sipped on our cherry vodka drinks, it felt as if we were in an alternate universe.  Its 11:45 on a Saturday Night, and we are just starting to drink.  Normally by this time, one if not both of us has crossed the border from buzzville to drunktown.  As we began to people watch, Maria and I noticed several things.  The most apparent was that drunk people are highly annoying when you are sober.  As we watched this spectacle of male and females, interacting with each other using alcohol as an ice breaker, this blog was born.

                When you are single, regardless of your mood that day, every time you walk out the door  to go out, as a female you secretly hope that you are going to meet someone that evening.  Whether it's a hot drunken one night stand, or a potential relationship, either way, it's like a cloud of unknown possibilities hangs over you.  There is however, that very rare occurrence where you actually just want to go out with your friends and have a good time, not looking for anything but bonding time.  Normally, it is on these occasions that you end up being freak flypaper, attracting the drunkest and most obnoxious person in the bar, who just won't leave you alone.   

                With the help of Maria, we have complied a list of things you should do in any given social setting, in order to avoid any unwanted attention that may come your way.  This will allow you to take control of any situation, and if played correctly, you will not be bothered by any member of the opposite sex for one evening.



Part  1 - Ways to "douche/cunt" proof yourself before leaving the house

                Think of this as a plan of action.  You don't want to be bothered.  You haven't seen your friends in a while, and you want to have their undivided uninterrupted attention.  Preparing yourself to be ultimate penis/vagina repellant starts at home and follows you to the bar.

Step 1:  Dress not to impress     

                Its very hard to not want to look good when going out, especially if going out is a rare occurrence these days.  As a human being, if you look at yourself and think "damn I look good tonight" chances are that feeling is going to radiate from your body.  This is exactly what you don't want, if you plan on not being bothered.  Douchebags and Bat Shit Crazies are as attracted to this as a coked out blonde in a flour factory.  I'm not saying go out looking like a homeless person, I'm saying dumb yourself down.  Don't put on that skanky dress that makes your boobs look fabulous, or put that polo shirt that shows off your psychique.  Wear something that either makes you not stand out at all, or stand out to the point where people scoff at you.  Pajamas are always my first option.   My second choice is just not matching whatsoever and appearing as if I am colorblind.  If you have the resources and knowing that you are going to a trendy club/bar, dressing in all black works too (and by dressing in all black I do not mean a dress for females, I'm talking black pants, black shirt, black shoes with no patterns or any kind of skin showing whatsoever).  In the winter, ski suits are a must have.  You may be hot as hell inside the bar, however, looking like the child from "A Christmas Story" deters anyone from seeing your actual psychiue, as well as creates a nice shock absorber from when some asshole or cunt bumps in to you because they can't drink, text and walk at the same time.



Step 2: Gas Up

                If your plans involve straight drinking, and no pre dinner activities, you have a great advantage.  Be sure, a couple hours before you go out, to eat foods that you know will make you gassy.  Know your limits though, stay away from anything that could give you a case of volcano ass.  You don't want to be shitting your brains out in a public restroom because that takes away from your friend time.  Nothing is worse than standing in a crowded bar and someone rips ass.  Where it is a genius way to obtain some personal space, it also ensures that people will not go around the area for about a 5 minute window.  Don't be coy and just bust ass everywhere .  Crop dusting is the best method to get you across a crowded room in record time.   Some creeper dancing with you?  No problem, you now have the ammunition to make him go running for the hills, without any hurt feelings.  Some annoying girl talking your ear off?  See how quickly she stops talking when she smells your new cologne "ode de ass".  You must take precaution and access the situation though.  If someone is shitfaced wasted, you could potentially start a chain reaction of vomiting, and ruining underwear is a lot less costly as ruining your Walmart sponsored outfit.   "What about my friends?" you ask.  Simple,  you deny the hell out of it.  Crowded rooms allow you to randomly point your finger at a total stranger, to which good friends won't question.



Part 2: How to not act in public

                In this section you will learn methods that may draw attention to yourself, however it is attention that will allow you to be left alone.

Step 3: Dance like everyone's watching

                Your at a club or bar with a makeshift jukebox or a Dj in a lone corner.  All of a sudden, a great comes, and you just want to shake it, but alone.   As a female, it is a golden rule to know 2 dances: the "I want to dry hump anyone right now" dance and the "I'm still a virgin" dance.  As a male, the 2 dances to know are: "The Motion of the Ocean" and "I Have an Uncontrollable Nervous Twitch."   Some people think that the way you dance is a mirror image, reflecting what you would be like in bed.  The key to being left alone is to appear that you are a terrible lay with no rhythm or concept of how to move your hips.  I am a huge fan of repelling the opposite sex by doing several old school moves: The Carlton, Sprinkler, Pinocchio,  Running Man, Lawn Mower, and my very own signature move "The Quagmire."  I have found that by doing these moves, rather than men licking their lips with naughty thoughts running through their minds, they actually scratch their heads, thinking What....The...Fuck...and move on to either one of my friends, or another group of unsuspecting women.   

                Normally in most cases, it is the men that approach the women when it comes to dancing, however in rare instances a sloppy drunk girl will head your way and try to do her best to gyrate on you.  This is where you observe who her sober friend is and hope that she is the designated babysitter of the evening.  If she approaches you from the front, instantly try to get a boner.  Do whatever you need to do and think about whatever you can to get it up.  From there start poking her with it, but not in her vagina area.  Poke her in the leg, stomach (depending on height), but most importantly I repeat not near her vag.  Next you need to put on your "O" face.  Make it aware to her friend that, "Yes this is the face you make in bed, and it's not something even a mother could love."  Not only will you look as if you have no rhythm what so ever, similar to that of a man that has never been touched, but you will surely get the attention of the sober friend, who will pull her away instantly, preventing her from a terrible drunk decision.



Step 4:  Got an Itch?

                This tactic takes a skilled professional to pull off because most of the time a fictitious story needs to involved.  This can be used when an unwanted conversation arises and you don't have an exit strategy.    Picture this scenario:  You are engaging in conversation with your friends, when you get interrupted by a drunk member of the opposite sex.  Irritated  and annoyed because you just want to have some "bonding" time, you realize that this relentless person will not give up without a fight.  The first step in this ruse is always the hardest, engage in a useless conversation.  Get about 30 seconds in, and squirm lightly, but not too much.  At the one minute point, while still staring in to their eyes, give your neither region a slight rub, but in quick manner.  The key is to make sure they have noticed.  For men this is easy because they scratch their balls all the time, like clockwork without even realizing it.  For women it is a bit trickier.  If you are male, you got this.  Remain to engage in the conversation, but start to scratch more and more during the convo.  For most women, this won't seem out of the ordinary, especially if they are really the baseball fan they "claim" to be.  If you are a female and doing this, you need to be more coy.  Make it appear as if you have just shaved and the hair is growing back.  This is where you have your out and have one of 2 options.  You can either  end the conversation right there by: excusing yourself from the conversation, stating that something is not right and you must go to the bathroom.  If the person you are trying to get rid of asks if you are ok, this is where the fun comes in and you can make up an elaborate story as to why you are scratching yourself.  You can always take the STD route which is pretty much sure thing, however, if you want to have fun with it, you have the creative freedom to make up anything you want.  Itching yourself in public may be a social "no, no" however it is recognized as the "international symbol for inappropriateness" making you less appealing to everyone. 



Step 5: Quack Quack (for women)

                Apparently there is an underground association of women traders who have prevented the memo about "duck" faces from reaching most girls ages 21-27.  I'm thinking about pitching this conspiracy theory to Hollywood with the hopes of it turning in to a Blockbuster sensation.  It's amazing that most women bitch about a man's unwillingness to communicate feelings, yet men have made it very clear on how stupid, childish and ugly women look when they make this face, yet there are a lot of women out there that insist on doing it because its "cute."  It's not fucking cute.  It doesn't make you more gangster, and it doesn't make you look pouty, it makes you look like a new breed of animal that is the main event at a freak show.   

                With all that being said, what a great way to repel penis then by doing this constantly, for hours while you are out?  No guy wants to look at a girl that looks like the angry spawn of Daisy Duck and Nemo the Fish.  For most of the women out there, the amount that you do this already has given you an unfair advantage to remain in this position for longer.  While writing this section, I have been building up my stamina, only find out that in 2 minutes flat my top lip is already cramping.  As I wipe the drool off my lower lip, due to the inability to feel it at the moment because it is numb,  it has dawned on me how well this tactic does in fact work. In 2 minutes of me experimenting with this, I actually began to become hungry for some bread.   Where I will always be an advocate for singles, regardless of my relationship status, I think I just discovered the correlation between female duck faces and single people.  Until you stop the duck faces,  you will be single, so in theory save yourself the $35 bucks for a dating website and just give it to me.



Step 6: Be entirely unapproachable

                I used to hear this a lot from my friends.  "You need to make yourself approachable"  they would say.  When I would question them as to how I do this, a variety of thoughts came to mind.  Shall I wear a shirt that says, "Yeah, I'm that girl from that dating website, I ignored you online but come talk to me now."?  Should I walk in to a room full of crowded people and do a choreographed dance sponsored by Paula Adbul  holding a sign that says "Free for the Taking"?  Or better yet, how about I just make shoot a personals ad, buy local cable spots and run it on Comcast, announcing to the world "Hey Come Approach Me."

                Its extremely easy to be unapproachable, considering I had mastered that when I was single.  Half the time, you don't even realize you are doing it.  It's as simple as being on your phone all night, not making any eye contact with a single person, and even going apeshit on someone when they move past you and touch either on purpose or on accident.  These can be fun ways to repell anyone, considering you appear to be preoccupied.  Throwing in cursing like a truck driver, speaking in a language that you made up on the spot, and being super loud and obnoxious and you have a recipe for a unbothered night!



With all this being said, it has been a privilege sharing with you my tips and secrets on how to repell people.  It's great for those nights where you want to be the cat, and not the litterbox that the ghost of annoyance shits in. 



Keeping it Real -

Shelby
Special Thanks to Maria for helping compile the list

Monday, July 2, 2012

Match.com event - Shelby's version - PT. 1

    

                Unless you live under a rock, or do not have basic cable, Match.com commercials are everywhere.  Just recently they started promoting a "perk" that a paying subscriber can participate in called: Stir Events.  These events are basically singles events, that subscribers can attend with the hopes of meeting someone in a safe environment that they have either previously been talking to, or people that they haven't met on the site yet. 

                With my $35 subscription came a lot of potential dates, a few weirdoes, and of course the typical ridiculous over-under ratio of age.  About 2 weeks in to my subscription, I noticed this thing flashing at the top of my inbox, so like a curious cat I clicked on it to see what it was all about.  "OH MY GOD.. There is a singles mixer in my area?"  I thought to myself in the most unexcited sarcastic undertone.  How original...Match.com finally decided to do what Plenty of Fish users have been doing for years.

                The only slightly exciting part about the idea of this event, was that I was allowed to bring up to 3 additional guests that didn't have to be Match.com subscribers, so my first text was to Chuck, of course.  Half the time, I don't even have to ask him because I know he is down for just about anything, but my second guest took a little convincing.  I decided to ask one of my co-workers to attend as well, because she too had terrible experiences with online dating, and I have been trying to convince her for   months to start her own blog, because some of her horror stories make mine look like a church sermon.

                With 2 girls and one guy, I made the executive decision that a 4th person was not needed for this adventure.  I was slightly irritated at the timing of this event, considering it was 1. on a Thursday Night, 2. at a bar in the Strip District (second least favorite place next to ShadySide), and 3. It just so happened to be the day before I was leaving to go to Miami for the holiday weekend, which meant I could not drink my face off and be the entertainment.  Instead I had to play responsible adult, considering catching my flight at the ass crack of dawn was more important to me than making a drunken scene at a singles mixer. 

                As the days grew closer to the event, so did the RSVP list.  As of 3 days prior to the event, 89 men had registered.  I had no idea what to expect, considering there was no age limit to this thing, and all I kept doing was having flashbacks of the geriatric parade at the Plenty of Fish dance.  I kept thinking to myself, "What if they are all Manthers?  What if someone I intentionally ignored is there? What if this is a sign that I have officially hit rock bottom?"  As the day of grew closer and the number of RSVP's went from 89 to 120, I knew this was either going to be a good thing, or the worst idea ever. 

                Finally the day had come.  As Chuck and my co-worker arrived to my house, we began to strategize as if it were a championship football game.  Being that my co-worker and I thoroughly enjoy fucking with people, she proceeded to give the run down on her alias for the night.  Her name for the evening was Linsley. She was a trust fund child from down south who's family was in the racehorse breeding business.  One of their horses had actually raced in the Kentucky Derby.  Chuck and I decided it would be more entertaining to go in blindly (like we had done before) and see what we can come up with in an impromptu manner, because that is what Chuck and I tend to do. 

                We arrived at the event about 10 minutes early so that we could check out the "competition."  I wanted to get their earlier because I intended on leaving early due to my trip the next day.  When we arrived, there was a huge group of people standing at the bar, so assuming this is when the fun was to begin, we headed over and got our first round of drinks.  About 20 minutes in to it, we couldn't figure out why this group of people was so clicky, to the point where they weren't even talking to us.  It had appeared that all these people knew each other.  I instantly thought that this match.com event was not a singles mixer, but in fact a recruitment for an orgy.  Finally "Linsley" walked up to a random person to ask them what was going on.  Here, on accident, we had actually unintentionally crashed a company's after work happy hour. 

                Approaching the hostess again, she then directed us upstairs, to where the actual event was taking place.  After feeling slightly dumb and irritated, we made our way upstairs to find roughly about 20 people standing around, clueless as if they were at a middle school dance.  Boys were on one side, girls were on the other, and the atmosphere felt like a meat market. Walking in to this event was the equivalent of walking down 5th avenue holding a sign saying, "I'm single, and putting myself out there..yay."   Being there were more females than males, I really didn't like the odds, however every male that was there at the time stood there with their thumbs up their asses, almost scared to move as if they had just gotten an boner and didn't want anyone to see. 

                As we made our way to the patio, we noticed that this was the area where the people that were actually social were.  Linsey had managed to bring with her one of the best ice breaking gimmicks ever.  She had brought an old Polaroid camera, to which she had every intention of using it to hook people up.  If she saw 2 people in a deep conversation, she would approach them, take individual pictures of them, and make them write their telephone numbers at the bottom and swap.  This was pure genius.  It was at this point that we started making friends.

                3 drinks down, and I am starting to feel pretty good, also meaning that I need to eat something or we are going to have another speed dating experience.  Chuck and I headed inside to search for the food that was being provided to us.  Once we found the table that was about the size of my stove top, we were disappointed to find not actual food, but appetizers, and shitty ones that that.  A cheese and food plate that fed about 20 people, quesadillas that were cut to the size of pita chip, and make shift mini pizzas that a kindergartner could of made.  It was at this point I knew I could not drink any more vodka. 

                As Chuck and I loaded up our plates to the equivalent of a free sample day at a red-neck convention, a blonde girl in her mid 20's approached the table with us. Chuck will argue that this girl was a red head, which leads me to believe that he was drunker than what he appeared to be, but it was a blonde girl.   She was very friendly and warm, and introduced herself to us, informing us that she had came alone.  Being that I hadn't taken a charity case in a while, I felt it was my duty to let this girl hang out with us, also with alterier motives that her and Chuck would hit it off.  After we introduced ourselves to her, as I was trying to stuff my face, the three of us began chatting.  Before we could even say a word the first thing out of her mouth was, "There are so many dating websites now, there is even one for dogs.  I'm going to try to find my dog a boyfriend."  As Chuck gave me a WTF look, I instantly excused myself stating that I had to find our other friend, and left Chuck to deal with it as I walked away trying not to choke from laughter. 

                I made my way back on to the patio, to where I find Linsey is the life of the party.  She is now engaging in conversation with a mixture of both men and women.  Eventually Chuck and his new found friend emerged, and we all introduced ourselves accordingly.  Instantly our new blonde friend had forgotten about Chuck and moved on to an older gentleman of Indian decent, to which Chuck was relieved. 

                Another boy/girl friend duo had joined our group as well.  Instantly you could tell that the girl had a crush on her "friend" but for whatever reason was trying to be the "cool girl" by bringing him to a singles mixer.  Him and I started chatting, learning that we lived very close to each other.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his female friend gritting her teeth looking as if she was ready to attack me, so I kept a safe friendly conversation going trying to prevent a scene from the Jerry Springer Show. 

                As the night went on, more people started pouring in.  It ended up being a vagina fest.  There were women from all walks of life: Trashy, Classy, Cougar, and Average.  The male scene, although slim, had a broad spectrum, it was either Manthers or 20 something's...and Chuck.   Roughly at about 7pm, one hour in to this mixer, it was obvious that people were starting to get drunk, especially our new blonde friend.  We found her sitting outside on a couch, alone, holding her oversized drink with a glazed over look upon her eyes.  She was in her own little world, but it was ok, because at least people know her there.

                Part of the reason of me going was to meet up with a guy I had been talking to over the course of my membership.  He had informed me that he was coming, and where the emails were short, sweet and to the point, and I found it a little bit difficult to hold a conversation with him, I figured that at least I knew one other person that was going, and power by numbers is how I roll.  I decided to have 1 last drink, since the subpar food had sobered me up a bit, when out of nowhere, this guy walks up to me and says my name.  My first thought is, "Oh Shit, I've ignored this guy" as I mentally prepared myself for a call out, only to discover that it was my email buddy, to which I was happy that I had dodged that bullet.  I don't know what came over me at this point, but I went from being slightly drunk to overly mischievous.  My email buddy had brought a friend with him also.  It was at this point I had a brilliant idea.

                "How much do you like your friend?"  I asked him.  "What do you mean?" he replied.  "How much do you like your friend, it is a simple question."  I snapped back.  "Well he is my best friend, so a lot I guess?" he replied with a bit of confusion.  "I have the perfect girl for him, follow me." I said, as the evil voice in my head started cackling in laughter.  As I lead them through the crowd and outside, I walked straight up to my new blonde friend, unknown to my email buddies friend what was about to happen.  I then introduced everyone to her, and said, "I think the two of you would get along, why don't you sit down and talk," and forced email buddies guy friend to sit down next to her.

                It was painful yet hysterical to watch, and with each dirty look that his friend gave me, I knew I had done a bang up job.  She at this point was pretty shitfaced, and quite possibly slightly slurring her words, while his friend was pretending to be attentive not to be a dick.  It was at this point that I let my email buddy in on my scheme and informed him about her and I's first conversation.  He laughed, told me I was evil, and we proceeded to make our own commentary as to where we thought their conversation was going.  After about 15 minutes of chatting, I could tell that email buddy's friend was legitimately ready to kill me, so I did what any normal person would do, and proceeded to make the situation even more uncomfortable.  I proceeded to call over Linsey, which at this point she had forgotten her cover because I called her fake name like 6 times with no response, so I eventually went running over to her.  "How many polorids do you have left?" I asked her.  "I have a few, why what's up? she asked.  I dragged her over to the couch where the blonde and email buddies friend were.  "You guys seem to be really hitting it off here!  How exciting!  This is my friend Linsey, and she is going to take a picture of the two of you."  As email buddies face turned slightly red in hidden anger, he gritted his teeth, smiled, and like a good sport complied as they swapped pictures and numbers.  I had figured he had just given her a fake number, considering the circumstances.   Finally blonde girl had to pee.

                "I don't know you, but I already know I don't like you." Email buddies friend said to me.  He then proceeded to recap for us the conversation that they had, which spanned from her love of animals, to her entire relationship history.  "So did you give her a fake number?" I asked.  "No." He replied.  Confused, I let it go hoping that blonde would come back to continue my entertainment, however she did not.

                It was now 8:30 and 85% of the crowd was wasted.   It appeared as if 50% of the drunken crowd was socializing enough with each other, that potential dates (and or possibly one night stands) were inevitable.  The Cougars were on full on prowl, the Manthers were a bit more submissive.  Knowing that they really shouldn't tread in younger territory, they pretty much kept to themselves and just maintained the creepy, "I'm going to undress you with my eyes and that's it" approach.  Chuck at this point had met a different blonde girl, who seemed to be a fan favorite.  She was dressed as if she was going to Bar Room, looked like she hadn't eaten in about 3 weeks, and I'm going to go out on a limb here, but I'm going to assume that the carpet didn't match the drapes.  She seemed to be annoyed at something, maybe that she was getting hit on a lot, because her demeanor with Chuck (who didn't realize it at the time) seemed lacking any real interest other than the size of his wallet.    He did end up getting her number, which I was extremely proud of him for.  We had made a pact earlier in the night that if we did not get at least 1 number from this event, that we would both just call it a life and self proclaim ourselves as losers. 

                I got 2 numbers that night.  One surprisingly from my "neighbor" with the crazy eyed female friend, and my email buddy of course. 

                Linsey also did well, she ended up getting a number too, however, she did receive the title of "Life of the Party" that evening.  With us feeling good, confident and recapping the nights events, we drove away from the event trying to absorb and remember every little detail.

                Would I suggest a match.com subscriber to go to these events.  Yes.  Should you expect to meet your soul mate? No.  If anything, you are in an area with single people, mingling, making friends, enemies and even a potential drunken hook ups the night of.  Either way, it's a meat market free for all, and with the target on your back, you can either embrace the situation and make the best of it, or you can get someone drunk and hope they don't pull a coyote ugly on you in the morning.

 Next week - Chuck will be blogging about his version of this event...yay!

-Keeping it real



Shelby