Happy Halloween...

So yes, just going through my costumes and trying to decide what I should be tomorrow... So I've decided to go with Cleopatra...which means I must do my hair...what a job. I don't think I can be the naughty school girl again and my princess costume has chosen to retire itself. Looking forward to the parade and 2 parties afterwards. Thank God for no work on Wednesday, which means beautiful weather and hanging out late...with all of the spooks, aka single New York men, you just have to love them!

Men Who Write Ads

Online dating or better yet, craigslist, is the biggest waste of time and energy. Men who write these ads, have bad habits. They are usually liars, they lie about everything under the sun, including their age. From some of the things they state, you actually have to wonder if you're speaking to a man or some insane high school boy who is probably playing a prank with some of his geeky computer friends, which would umm... make him a geek too. Some of these men are so pathetic. They label women as gold diggers. They feel that women want them for their money and they could be pretty rude about it. What happens if there is a woman out there who owns, not rents, who holds her own and loves to spoil HERSELF, but wants a good man who is umm.. not cheap and who lives the same lifestyle. Is she supposed to go out with some broke ass?
Some men come off so soft and emotional. They may act as if they're being sweet, when actually, they really are pathetic losers who insist on making excuses for themselves.
Then the other J.O. is the man who is looking purely for sex, and he states it. This is the unhappily married man who wants to come over to your penthouse for pleasure just a few days out of the week. He is the one to keep away from, God do people not worry about diseases..he must have been with lots of women who wore bad clothes, yuk.
Then the other type of man lurking out there is the one who can't spell correctly but has some amazing job, which means that he is just a dumbass like all the rest who "thinks" he really has this job. (and his mommy and daddy are oh so proud of him)
While browsing these ads, it will make you mad. Sometimes while reading them, I just feel as if I wanna jump right through the computer, grab some heavy duty rope, tie this dumb ass to a chair and beat him unmercifully with a huge wooden paddle until he screams for his mommy. Then I realize hmmm, this is exactly what he wants me to do. (Which is no doubt, not my cup of tea) Where are all of the cowboys? The real men....the take control ones....
So these are the vast collection of winners in New York that are out there.
I do believe in my heart that there is also that one genuine man that you come across every now and then, the man who is just like you. The man who is honest in what he wants and not afraid to state it. The man who is honestly wise and not full of shit. The man who has class and enjoys the finer things in life, the man who is mature and has a real job, a great job, the man who calls, the man who meets, the man who has nothing to hide, the type of man for you, the man who you've just connected with......

Cat Fight

So today was the big confrontation...boss "needs to see the two of us"....Boss loves me, who couldn't. So need you ask, I kicked ass. Single white deranged female made a complete fool of herself. Yep, was even in tears...boo hoo... boo hoo. So of course, being a hard ass, I ask, "why are you crying, I'm the freakin victim"...can you imagine, who cries in front of their boss and ME, aka.. total bitch, get the hell away from me, go play in traffic, sort through your issues slash short comings with your freakin therapist not me, thug, gangsta 4 life, holla holla.....ugh yawn yawn. The only things I must say I learned about myself through this most, oh my, heartbreaking ordeal is that:

a.) I have no soul
b.) I wish I had my freakin nail file
c.) do your job..you freakin rookie
d.) it's not easy being me
e.) people, don't wear MY clothes
f.) people, be professional
g.) come up with your own "words"
h.) don't be hatin'
i.) stay away from me, trailer park trash from Yonkers
j.) I love my Hummer
k.) When people cry for being stupid, I'm not phased, (see letter a)
l.) I roll my eyes way too much
m.) Can't believe I forgot to buy mascara on the way home
n.) Don't obssess over your colleagues, just get the fuckin job done!
o.) No one cares about YOU and your tears, drama, low self esteem, small breasts, bad clothes, bad hair, and unprofessionalism

So I guess in the end, everything does happen for a reason....
through all episodes, you can learn sooo much about thy self

Single White Female...

Okay, so this brings to mind that poorly made movie from so many, many years ago. Yep, the one about that psycho, compulsive girlfriend beast from hell who tries to kill her roommate. I think we've all had a friend like this at one time or another. If you've never, then you're lucky. Unfortunately, I have encountered this way too many times in my life, lucky me. But what do you do when it now appears to be some greaseball from work. Yes, I can't take it anymore. I have the colleague from hell after me.

So I love to be dressed, love my high heeled boots, love leather, love bags, hell you only live once. There is nothing wrong with dressing with tude and draping that wrap around you to add drama and flavor to your personality, this is New York. So living here my whole life, I must say it becomes a habit. But what happens when the boobless bimbo from where else, but Long Island, yuk, makes a point of commenting on your outfits and shoes. "Oh I just love your...everything you're wearing" Your instant reflexes tell you to scream, "fuck off nerd," but you choose to be a lady. Then what happens when bimbo diva starts wearing what you wore the freakin day before and then the next day she freakin wears, would you believe, what you wore the day before, with the same freakin accessories, minus the thick diamond cross around your neck. What do you do? Convert?...never..... but now you can't help but wonder if this jappy jap will be converting any time soon, for the sake of the cross that has been worn around your neck for, never mind years, but freakin decades. So yea, I guess I'm a little heated, have to write because I think I'm losing my mind right about now...never mind my freakin identity. So now the plot thickens, as a means of consolation, you begin to accept that this freakin moron is making a complete ass of herself. And now..ahhha..yes, your colleagues, thank God for eyes, start to notice deranged single white female's behavior. This flat chested, bony broad faccia brutta must be brave or must enjoy making a complete ass of herself, does she not realize that people will begin to notice this new, must admit MUST needed change, is the result of having no life or alcoholism...does she not realize that women like me, will see through this, as this is what we do. So you begin to feel nice as people question if she's invaded your closets and you begin to feel a little good, but you're also embarrasssed. Now this is where it thickens, she starts becoming agitated, nasty, taking a "tone" with sweet little old me...who happens to have 0 patience for semi-retarded adults. So why is she bitchin at me...what the hell did I do...I freakin wear my own clothes....so now, drum roll please, psycho is now "using my lines", my words, my thoughts, my phrases...and I'm not talking the one's I have 0 rights over, like, "Go Fuck Yourself." Nope, it's the personal one's, the one's in my head, in my heart. Scratchin my head, how does she do it? Is it possible for this nerd to pop in and out of my head, or is my phone tapped....eh, wouldn't be the 1st time, but what the hell is wrong with her? Uppp. phone's ringing..gotta go gossip about crazy nerdy, I believe closet alcoholic, single white female...help me, help me, fashion police, where are you...uuuh taaaakkke her awaaaay....

Holidays....

A very Happy Diwali and Happy Eid Mubarek to all...as Ramadan comes to an end.

Long Ago...

It was so long ago that I knew you....
We cared for each other.....
You were my courage and inspiration...
Distance came between us....
Why? I'll never know.....
You understood me....
I understood you....
Was it best for us to grow....
But to grow apart......
Our lives took us to different places....
To different people....
I will always cherish our moments together....
You were once my dear friend....
People became cruel to you....
This little girl who was my friend...
So dear to me....
Your hurt was too much...
I wish I could've helped...
If only I had known.....
Long Ago I had a friend...
That I never knew.....
A sad little girl.....
Who couldn't find a friend in someone else...
Along the way....
I saw the face of the devil a few hidden places....
The angels kept me strong....
And all around me - saved me....
But you....
He was with you since 3rd Grade....
No one helped you....
I'll send you an angel now....
I wish I knew....
I'm sorry for your pain.....

I'm Bringing Sexy Back....

So what do you do when you're seeing a man who finds you sexy, even after the first few dates. What can a woman do, who is naturally sexy looking, who enjoys wearing make-up, who adores high heels, who just has natural sex appeal? Does sexy equal whore these days? Does black lingerie equal easy hoe? What can a woman do who is seeing a man who is quite interesting, laid back, gainfully employed, successful, and charming...what can she do when he does invest good time, unending phone conversations, exquisite dining, gives her the attention she craves, as she is quite a vixen....what can she do to understand if he really and truly is into her, as he claims. Do men really only think of sex? Are they as sex crazed as we've always imagined or are there men out there who really like you, who really like sexy? Well, I do believe there are decent men out there who just enjoy women, enjoy the fact that a woman can spoil herself with manicures, pedicures, facials, massages, and full body treatments. I do believe that there are men out there, not old balls either, who just enjoy being with a woman who enjoys being a woman and one who can look good in a Hummer as well. The high maintenance woman always wins, as I've observed. So what does one think or do about this new man beast of hers. Yes she is taming and training...okay well really training, not taming; a man SHOULD BE A MAN. He shows an emotional tender teddybear side which screams he doesn't really require sex this instant. He is gentle, he realizes that sexy is good. He realizes that there is a difference to the woman he is with as compared to the commoners, the not so sexy ones, the anna buthana hoes. He realizes this woman's worth. He values, I believe, her attitude and views. He listens when she speaks of never being a whore, just making fun of them. He pays attention when she reveals that marriage is not on her mind, nevertheless a child. He respects her wishes. He is not about the sex. I do believe there are so many men out there that love to eat in fine New York restaurants, who love long drives, who has a deep passion for his work. Yes, there is a man out there who just wants to be with a sexy woman. Who realizes there is more to life than what can happen in a bedroom, or better yet, the front seat of a truck. He realizes that just cuddling and other sexy "things" are okay. He realizes that there is more to this person who can be very wild and explosive in bed, yet he is in no rush. He's a grown up. He is no longer that young man, he has emerged into the real man. He realizes that there is a tremendous difference between getting laid by a low maintenance whore chick and making passionate love for hours to a sexy high maintenance one. He chooses the latter. He makes her happy. He stays close to her. He realizes that she has already been married, been there done that, he knows she knows how to make a man happy for at least 14 years. He realizes that she is strong, little women can't begin to fuck with her...there's no match. He celebrates her freedom, her mind every night. Their thinking and views are the same. She is sexy for him, for her man, she knows how to please him, even if its not that heated yet. She goes slow, he goes slower. So the lesson here is....there is nothing wrong with going slow, nothing wrong with enjoying each other in ways where you're not feeling whorish, there is nothing wrong with being sexy, nothing wrong with playing while building up trust and respect, nothing wrong with sleeping with only one man who enhances your existence, but doesn't complete it, you don't need him for that. For that, you must do it on your own, for yourself first. Nuture your body, nuture your heart, and go to Church, nurture thy soul...then he comes...(literally) and then you can appreciate each other. -Written by the 'real woman not into the games, not into the bullshit of being a one night stand, not into the head games, not into the little girl games....because yes, the experience ones, meaning older mature ones are always the best at giving..well I'll leave that to the imagination..........nothing like that when good chemistry and feelings are involved.....so don't play that players game, that's for the yukky girls...not you....be true to yourself always....................ciao