Category Archives: Trying to find Mr. Right

Meeting The Crew

This weekend The Brit met The Crew. And, he got rave reviews. Like  Martin Scorsese reviews.  Who is The Crew you ask? My main bitches who I speak to everyday (basically my Samantha, Charlotte, and Miranda to Carrie). They LOVED him… how could you not? He makes me smile and my eyes twinkle. He joked with them and spoke to my friends’ dates about men things… it was like a perfect scene in a romantic comedy. So yes, it’s going very well with The Brit. I’m floating and acting like those annoying girls who are crazy happy in a relationship and I don’t care. Judge me. Mock me. Laugh at me. I don’t care because I’m happppppy.

Buttttt, it wasn’t always like that. When he first contacted me through eHarmony I was eh about it. He’s 6’5″ (giant) and a ginger (not a fan). But, my motto was new year, new me so I decided to meet him because why not? It was after work one night, I wore a pencil skirt and top (nothing exciting) because I didn’t really care how I looked. And, I just laughed throughout the whole date and ate and drank so much. I was comfortable with him from the start and that says more than how someone looks.

So basically I’m saying be more open and take chances (not just in the dating world) because you will never know who you will meet. Give everyone chances because they could be part of your future.

BTW, the sex has been so much better. Saturday night I felt like the city had an earthquake…. boom!

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Well The Brit and I had sex for the second time this weekend and let me say it was 150% better than the first time. No need for crazy moves or trying to impress me with things he’s seen in movies… just connecting with each other (I know, that sounds cheesy).  But, sex is about two people becoming one (caught that Spice Girls reference)… it’s fun but you are also showing how much you care about the person (or at least are attracted to them).  So sex with The Brit was just easy, no nerves getting in the way. It felt new but like we have been having sex for years, knowing what each other like. And, 2 things happened that I LOVE. One, we came at the same time. Two, he stayed in me for a few minutes after and cuddled instead of running like he just committed a crime.

So I think it’s clear that I am in the really like time with The Brit right now and this weekend he will be meeting my friends (BIG step). So will update you with how that will go. But, every time someone asks me about The Brit I smile like a baby who just took a poop. And, when we are together I just want to touch him or hold his hand. Plus, I am really comfortable with him. I was hanging out at his place with no makeup and my hair in a lazy sloppy bun. HUGE deal.

Hopefully, one day I will be Mrs. Brit.

The Cobwebs Have Been Cleaned

Still shocked by my last post? Say Smegma three times. Kidding. But, I hope everyone learns to respect themselves enough not to put a smelly and dirty dick (or vagina) in their mouths. You are better than that!

Now on to the new post, I finally had sex after months of moaning and fearing of becoming a cat lady. And, I had sex with The Brit. So, how did it go you ask? Well, the first time is never the best. Sorry but that’s the truth. Don’t believe books and movies. It’s awkward and both parties are nervous.

First off, we have been drinking and that can either help or destroy the night.  He’s a tall man, 6’5″ and have very long fingers so him trying to pleasure me with his hand did not work well because my body was just getting used to having anything in there and he tried to use 2. Let’s calm down buddy.

Orally… AMAZING! Now, I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t had anyone near that area in a while (except the doctor and that is NEVER fun) but wow, he deserves a round of applause and shots.

Now the Home Run… let’s just say Derek Jeter didn’t hit this one. He did some jack rabbit moves that bothered the fuck out of me. What’s jack rabbit moves? Well, it’s when a guy speed thrusts into you at an alarming rate (and it’s never good). Then he wanted to move the action towards the window so we can both look at the beautiful city while he thrusts from behind me. Beautiful theory. I think I have even seen this in a movie before. But…. it didn’t really work well and then he lost his hard-on. The most horrific thing that could happen during sex (second place is falling asleep). So it took 20 minutes for his hard- on to come back but by that point my hand and arm was killing me from trying to wake his dick so I wasn’t really in the mood anymore but thankfully he enjoyed it and it was still very nice for me.  Plus, he gets points for trying to keep pleasuring me with his mouth when he lost his hard-on.

Was I disappointed that I didn’t see fireworks when The Brit and I had sex for the first time? Of course. Especially, since I feel he might be the one. But, the best part is we can try again and I’m sure it will be better. And, if it’s not… well practice makes perfect ;)

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For people who are wondering about The Brit and Little Man… no sex with The Brit yet and I haven’t been out with the Little Man. But, we are starting to think The Brit might be getting the cookie this weekend! Will update you if it happens.

What is smegma you ask? Well, it’s white gross bacteria that is usually found in someone’s private parts so usually with men if they are uncircumcised (or just a really dirty woman). Yummy! So basically, wash your junk because no girl wants to suck a dick with that.

Why am I mentioning smegma? I have a story to tell. One of my friends was young, insecure, in love, and just plain stupid. Her boyfriend (who was a piece of shit) was uncircumcised and guess what, he had smegma (so on top of being a piece of shit, he was dirty). Because she loved him and was insecure with her weight, she gave him a blow job even though he smelled like grated cheese (from the smegma). 

First off, having the smell of grated cheese near my nose is gross and I don’t even know how she was able to open her mouth without vomit coming out. Two, sucking a dick is work but girl put serious overtime with sucking on a dick that had smegma and how did the fucker thank her? Cheated, lied about having cancer, and overall was a douche (received the award for worst boyfriend ever). Three, a dick is not like sucking on a lollipop, it’s not the best tasting thing ever but to add smegma to it… I don’t know how she didn’t die or how she continued.

Getting a blow job should be a treat for men. They should appreciate us putting a penis in our mouth. It’s called a blow job for a reason. So at least men can wash their dick before we suck on it. It’s about manners people. Be considerate and you will get more treats from us.

Also, ladies (and men) you should never have to deal with a smegma private part. Tell your lover to wash or dump their dirty ass. You don’t deserve to have white bacteria in your mouth.

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Why Does Sex Change Men For The Worse?

No, I didn’t have sex with The Brit last night. But, writing my blog yesterday did make me think of the topic. So men, why? Was your whole purpose of going out with us was to get us in bed? Or, once the deed is done your brain tells you to move on and spread your seed? A co-worker of mine told me that if he doesn’t develop feelings for his lady friend before they have sex then he will most likely get bored or want to meet someone else who excites him more.

Fine, I get that. You are only having “fun” until you are ready to move on to the next one. So, I guess that makes sense. But, geez be nice about it. Have some balls (and we know you have them because you like when we play with them) and tell us straight up and not take forever to text us or tell us you always have plans. If you came inside of me then you can tell me to my face that it’s over.

I googled (the best invention ever) “why do men change after sex” and read some interesting things. First, us ladies become needy. We might become needy but in our defense, we just shared a private moment with you so let us be needy damn it. However, if we are fatal attraction needy then yeah, I get it. Run. Change your number. Have a bodyguard with you at all times.

What’s fatal attraction needy? Texting you nonstop. Showing up to your place uninvited. Watching you sleep. Basically, your worst nightmare.  Watch the movie Fatal Attraction for more references.

Second, we have to love ourselves first before you can love us. I’m always 50/50 with this one because no one is completely happy with themselves. Sorry, even the most rich, gorgeous, intelligent person is still not 100% happy. And, it just sounds like such BS. Like beauty is skin deep. No, some people are just straight up ugly.

I am also watching Wendy Williams while writing this blog and she has James Van Der Beek as a guest and they are talking about how James quickly fell in love with his wife. And, this is what he said, “Guys know when they are ready.”

So men, is that what it is? You know when you are ready to settle down with one vagina? And, till you are ready you will explore all the vaginas you can?

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The Brit

I don’t know if any of you realize but I love England. I went there last year with my mother and fell even in love more.  I love British movies, books, history, accents, and MEN. I should have been born there. I feel like I would get along pretty well there too. So, with that said, it only makes sense that I start dating a Brit… and I am!

I met The Brit on eHarmony… which by the way, love and recommend. You meet such quality men on the site with great jobs and ready to settle down.  Anyway, he’s not the best looking man I have ever met but he is cute, sooooo sweet, and such a gentleman.  I really super duper like this guy. On our 4th date we went to a wedding of his friends, tonight I’m meeting his squash team for drinks, making plans for double dates with his friends, and we have made more plans to meet more of his friends and mine… I feel like that means he is not dating anyone else and this is leading to something serious… hopefully ending in living in a sweet townhouse/apartment with a big but classy diamond ring on my finger.

Anyway, I think he might be the one. Andddddddd, I haven’t even slept with him yet. Yep, you read that right! We have only made out. Why am I keeping my legs shut you ask? One, I’m trying to be classy and in Sex and the City, Charlotte didn’t sleep with Trey and got a huge ring but that ended badly so we will have to sleep with him soon just in case he has Trey’s erection problem. Two, I always get nervous with him which either means I really like him or I sense he will be bad. Three, with my luck he will be bad and that will pop by British dreams. Four, I think it would be really romantic and soooo girly if I wait till he says he loves me or takes me away on a trip.  And five, sex always changes things and right now, I like the way he treats me and looks at me. 

Don’t say sex doesn’t change things because it for a fact does. Which doesn’t make sense. If you both like each other and have a good time with one another why not have fun between the sheets? And, why does it change for the worst? Why do guys become jerks and prove every parents’ warning about sex and men?

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Little Man

No, this doesn’t mean he has a little dick… however, I don’t know if he does. I work in an office and someone (not in my department) likes me. Have worked with him for about 3 years and he finally approached me. Why do I call him Little Man you ask? Well, I am about 5’6″ and he is about an inch shorter than me. And, I love heels so you do the math. He is a nice kid (a year younger than me), took me to drinks and dinner, which included a bottle of red wine. Classy! Then we walked and he practically climbed me (I wore flats to make him feel comfortable). We made out everywhere, him grabbing my tits and crotch. I heard someone yell at us to get a taxi and go home. He was begging like a little boy at a toy store for me to go back to his apartment. I didn’t. One, as much as I’m crazy I do work with the guy and I’m not completely stupid. Two, I had my period and this lady doesn’t sleep with a guy for the first time with her period. Hey, I’m not trashy. Three, I already did the work affair and let’s say I rather not repeat that.

Little Man LOVES me. Now, I don’t think that highly of myself to just make that up. I say he loves me because he invited me to his high school reunion and be his plus 1 to a few weddings. He kept holding and kissing my hands and calling me babe (still calls me babe).

Now, there are two things I can do about Little Man. I should just break it off and use the best excuse anyone can say, “I got back with my ex”. And then there’s the fun thing I can do, have sex with him and be pleased to no end. Let’s be real, anyone who likes someone a lot will do anything for that person so I bet Little Man will go down on me till I shake from pleasure and I haven’t had someone pleasure me in months!

I wish Little Man was a little taller because he does have a cute face, a nice body, comes from the South, and adores me. It would have been so perfect. And for all of you that are judging, I dated another little man back in the day and he was so insecure with my height that he made me feel like crap and I didn’t wear heels which is a sin because I have beautiful heels.

What do you think I should do? Email me with your thoughts or if you have a question


Valentines Day? Blah blah blah… drink!

That special day where the world falls in love and everyone is throwing up hearts and chocolates and on top of being lucky in love the bastards get a three day weekend to make us single folks dread leaving the house.  Bastards. And, what’s worse than being alone on Valentines Day…. how about having dinner with your mom who feels sorry for you! That’s right, I had dinner with my mom while surrounded with couples holding hands and kissing while eating their food. I of course, drank about three glasses of wine then when I went back to my apartment had another glass or three while watching Bridget Jones Diary. But I had some delicious food and shared dessert with my mom like the couples surrounding us (pictures below).

So all this weekend I stayed in my apartment like some prisoner and only went out to walk my dogs. I should be ashamed to admit that I haven’t showered since Friday morning, stayed in my sweats, and ate like I was going to the electric chair while watching some more romantic movies and finally finishing Breaking Bad but I’m NOT.

Also, interesting news. I received flowers. Like gorgeous red roses. A DOZEN. But, the mystery person who sent me the flowers never attached a card to them and sent them to my apartment so one, who would spend that kind of money on me and two, who the hell knows where I live? And, I already asked my mom and grandparents because I know they feel pity for me for being alone at 29 and no, it wasn’t them. So I have to go all Nancy Drew and figure out this mystery. I will keep you posted but I also attached a pictures of the roses on the bottom.

So after watching all the romantic movies I could and while watching Breaking Bad, I finally joined eHarmony. Now, I told you I tried all the dating sites but I have been hesitate with this one. I heard you had to answer a million questions and make your profile like a novel… and YES, you do. Thankfully, I was watching Breaking Bad while making up my profile and answering the nonstop questions so I completely didn’t want to kill that old man that I constantly see in the commercials.

The negative thing about this site is I can’t view people, I can only see the people they send me based on my profile. Butttttt, they did send me some possible Mr. Rights so that’s exciting. Of course, I got some zoo animals thrown in but I just deleted them. And, what’s kinda interesting about eHarmony is that you can send the person you are interested in 5 questions from a selection of questions. It’s something different. You can also directly email someone, which I did (cute, 6’4″, and a lawyer!).

I’m still on my other several sites but I figured why not add more stress to my life with eHarmony. I will of course keep you updated and I’m sure I will be meeting more interesting people so there will be more stories to tell.

Pictures of my Valentines Day dinner with my mom1922279_10101211026210837_1528650022_n


The flowers that were sent to me1513679_10101210855857227_1535444157_n

Cooking Up A Boyfriend

As we all know, I have been on dating sites and out in Manhattan trying to meet Mr. Right but have not yet found him. So maybe I’m just not meeting the type of men I want on these dating sites or not going to the right places in the city so I decided to try something new. I decided to take some cooking classes in the hope that I will meet a single man who wants to learn to take care of himself and not just eat cereal for every meal.

I went to my first cooking class prepared to meet some mature good-looking bachelors. I wore heels, more makeup, washed my hair, and took more time picking out my outfit… it was a waste of time. There were the sickening adorable couple, two sisters, three husbands who want to learn to cook for their wives (most likely their wives bought them the class), and a few single women. No bachelors. And that night, I had to suffer with heels and a dress, cooking for a couple of hours.

After that, every cooking class I went to my hope to find my bachelor slowly disappeared along with my extra grooming. And of course, witnessing couples cooking, laughing, and having a good time annoyed the fuck out of me. I wanted to throw my vegetables at them or toss large amounts of hot pepper in their food.

So, unfortunately cooking classes will not help me find my Mr. Right but that’s okay because now I can learn how to cook for my fat ass and make really good food and maybe one day, when I do meet the man of my dreams I can cook for him.

I posted some pictures of my food, because that’s what I can show to people instead of telling them a great story about how I met my future boyfriend.

Fish night

Fish night

Pasta night

Pasta night

Healthy night

Healthy night