Ms. CrazyFace

I had a different blog started but today is different than yesterday and I've got all of these thoughts and feelings floating around inside of me so I might as well write it out! By the way, Ms. CrazyFace.... that's me :)

I think we've all established that I love love, I have a new found love-hate relationship with crushing and that I'm trying so hard to be a realistic grounded person in every and all relationships I enter from this point forward.

It's like what Nicole commented on my previous post  she put it beautifully:

relationships are hard on a female emotionally because we have to sort through all of the "warm and fuzzy" feelings of starting something new with someone and get down to the real solid feelings that will make or break a relationship. And then we have to deal with having deep feelings for someone, and they might not be on that level yet. So then we have to hold it in and not say anything so we don't seem like we're trying to "rush" things. All of the confusion and the stress of holding back is torture sometimes.

It's funny because my cousin said something to me this weekend, he looked at me and said "Don't you seriously believe that women are more complicated than men? Men are so much simpler" Now, I'm not going to get into it because on some levels men are simpler than women but then there are those emotionally fucked up men out there that are worse than 1000 emotional women... maybe even more!!!

But, to some extent, women are more emotionally invested in things... it's not to say that we are complicated, I just think that we tend to adhere to emotional thoughts about a person quicker than men do.... correct me if I'm wrong men. Once again, it really depends, male..female... whatever we are all different but there is a, I guess you could say, greater occurrence of men sharing a certain quality and women sharing one as well. Anyways, I think I'm going off topic.

I'd like to think that I was doing, I guess I could say, a good job, maybe 90%, trying to keep grounded and realistic about Mr. High School. Then BAM! Today came and slapped me clear across the face... I lost control of myself and definitely didn't do a good job holding my emotions in. 

Here's the thing, I feel that with Mr. High School I have definitely let my guard down way sooner, maybe not my guard, but I've been doing things differently... I've been going with the flow and just enjoying my time spent with him and not rushing my emotions and feelings... but yeah today I failed. And it's not to say that its necessarily a bad thing, who knows... who cares because if it is, then it is what it is, if it isn't, then, high five.

I greatly enjoyed my time spent with Mr. High School last night and today... I guess I had expectations, which definitely fucked me over. We were out late walking the city which was really nice, I really enjoyed it.. then we finally got to sleep in!!! Something we've never been able to do considering he leaves for work so early when he stays over. Then he made us a delicious brunch! He tried to help me fix my TV and then he left shortly after.... and.. well.. I didn't get a good grasp of my emotions... I totally slipped up and failed! I didn't fail. But well.. I seriously felt that we didn't kiss enough... go ahead and laugh at me, but I love kissing him. I had also thought we were going to spend the day together.  Ya wanna know why?!?!! BECAUSE I WASN'T BEING REALISTIC!!! It's okay to dream, by all means people, dream away. But seriously, he had shit to do, I had shit to do so fine, he left early. But! I just felt that it was abrupt hahaha.. takes me back to our first date. haha. So, I stupidly text him saying he seemed distant. Which I did feel, but I think it was all me... I mean, it definitely was all me and in my head because I'm stupidly going gaga over him now and my head just isn't working right.

So... he texts me saying he's fine and why I thought that. Then I made the mistake, or not mistake, of telling him I'm falling for him and to disregard my previous text because my head is being silly...

UGH!

WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF??

Just when I think I can take a handle of my emotions and finally be in control, I do this. 

So, I haven't heard from him, which is to be expected.... I'm kind of on edge but I mostly don't mind that he didn't text me back, he deserves the time to collect his thoughts in giving me a response... which is to say that I deserve it too?  I think me thinking that, is a big step for me because I probably would've text him again and said something stupid to counteract the outburst of emotion or I would be freaking out right now... which I guess is what this post is coming across as.....

I'm not freaking out about the lack of response from him... I'm freaking out at my stupidity and not just giving myself a simple cooling period before jumping to conclusions in my head :)

Nicole put it perfectly... it's torture.....

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All Mixed Up

I am reminded of 311.... oh the 90's!


So, I'm feeling a bit pressured, not quite sure how to write this post. There are many things I want to touch on so lets try and see how this goes. I'm all mixed up on several levels. I'm also a little worried as to how to go about writing it all out. I don't want to offend anyone or make a big deal out of anything that really isn't a big deal... if that makes sense??

1. I guess ya'll kinda know that I'm sorta seeing this guy...Mr. High School. I haven't really talked too much about him other than his to die for arms and my lack of expectations. Things have surprisingly been going well between him and I. I think we've really surprised each other. Remember that post about lists I wrote, and I listed things I wanted in a man and in a relationship? Then I wrote another post about how I've ditched the whole list because it's limiting and it doesn't really matter who it is I fall in love with, it doesn't matter who I marry, whether a dude fits my list or not. What matters is he's a good guy, and we communicate well and there's compromise and the relationship is built on a solid foundation... but basically what matters is that he's good and we make each other happy. I'm not, by any means, saying I'm going to marry Mr. High School or that I'm in love with him... I am in TOTAL like with him though.

Anyways, the point I'm trying to make is that he doesn't fit the list of things I want in a guy... well... I shouldn't say he doesn't because what mixes me up is that he actually sort of does in some ways, but in ways that aren't what I originally thought.  But I seriously just looked back at that Lists post and he really does fit it all... which is interesting because I wasn't even paying attention to the list at all until now. Something that I wrote on the list that he fits in differently than what I had in mind was the whole cultured one. He is completely cultured in a totally different way that I had in mind and I love it, because I love learning things about him...there is still soo soo much to learn!

Conclusion to that is, well, I guess I haven't ditched my list.... I just keep it on the back burner :)


2. Interracial relationships. Mr. High School is of a different race than me, which I obviously have no problem with. Can I just say how much I've always loved interracial couples... they are soo fuckin beautiful. I just love my lame ass white skin up against Mr. High Schools smooth dark skin... it just turns me on. He's beautiful. Another thing about interracial couples... their babies are the most beautiful... just sayin'... not saying Mr. High School and I are going to have babies.. it's just something I've taken note of.

3. While I wrote about in the last post that I lack expectations in this relationship... while I still do... today I caught myself digging myself into a crazy-over-Mr.-High-School hole! It was really bad... and it reminded my of my classmate telling me and another classmate how she doesn't like dating and she pretty much hates the feeling of liking someone. I was like "what!! but crushes are soo great!!!!!" because I'm always pro-love and like and wonderful feelings that lead to kissing and hugging :) But! I seriously found myself hating this feeling!! I got into this crazy dream land unrealistic hole filled with blue skies, rainbows and unicorns then this dark stormy cloud came over head... the dark cloud is basically filled with all these thoughts and feelings of ... not inadequacy... but thats the word that comes to mind... inadequacy backed up by the failure of past relationships.... silly... I know! Then I found myself spiriling down... does this happen to you?!?!!?! Whoever is out there reading this!?! The cloud of Lack of Confidence comes and sweeps the blue skies away. So, in short, I'm not sure I'm liking this liking thing.....I had a bit of a frustrating day so I mean the dark cloud today was definitely a mix of other things as well... but then guess what... Mr. High School called me because he knew I wasn't doin well... now... aint that sweet....

back to la la land I go!

Shit.


help me!

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Foundations

Sorry about the lack of post last week... man, I've been having too many of those recently, haven't I?

Life has seriously been busy!!!

So crazy!!!

During my undergrad I was always so envious of busy people, thinking that busy people had purposes in life because they always had someplace to be and something important to do, they were needed. While I enjoyed my free time, I definitely took it for granted! Here I am so super busy that when I finally have free time to do laundry, I decide to hop into bed and relax instead :)

I think it may be better to need yourself than to be needed. I mean its good to be needed, don't get me wrong, you get a sense of fulfillment and a sense of purpose, a sense of helping others. But! When being needed overpowers needing yourself, you start to loose what's most important...you.

Which brings me to the topic of this weeks post. Foundations. Last week was my last session with my therapist because her time with the organization had come to an end. While I was a bit worried about not continuing with another therapist, I also thought that it'd be good to challenge myself and try and take the tools I've learned, and try to depend on me to move forward.

A while back I think I mentioned how when I started to see my therapist I was seeking building stability and a foundation... well she definitely gave me the tools and together we got all the lumber and supplies ready and now the torch has been passed on to me to take control of my life and to start putting that foundation together. I think I've got a pretty solid frame now.

My last session with my therapist put things into perspective for me. I do have to fight for myself, I do have to need myself. So, since then I've been feeling a bit more solid, like I've got something solid to stand on, and this seeped into every aspect of my life.  I feel that I do walk a little taller now.

This kind of brings me to the subject about this boy that I'm seeing. In my last post I wrote about my lack of expectations. The fact that I lack expectations, I think, allows me to be more real and realistic in this situation. This guy is totally different than any other dude I've been before, and this relationship/friendship/whatever has allowed me to be a different person as well... it's allowed me to be more me. Maybe it's the guy, maybe it's the relationship, or maybe it's just me with my new pair of glasses looking at it all with my eyes and no one elses.

I'm not sure this is making sense at all or if this post is even worth reading. But, I guess I feel the need to announce that with a year of therapy I think I'm finally believing in me bit by bit, and I think I'm finally standing taller, inch by inch. If I cant, who will, right?

Hopefully I'll have some juicy goodness for you next week!!! While I make this blog public and post links up every week on fb, I don't mind who reads it.... but when it comes to my mother :) I love her dearly, but she likes to ask a lot of questions... so I'm going to try and not post links up on fb and try and ween her off of my blog :) hahaha

But, for now, things are good with the boy :) We'll leave it at that.

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Mr. High School revisited

Disclaimer: This warning really only pertains to the person I'm writing about...I'm aware that I make this blog public...which might be a mistake on my part, but!!! I know that there's a chance for the people I write about to read a blog post about them! So, Mr. High School, forgive me if I say anything off or if you're offended by anything, don't take anything personally, this is just how I process things...this is how the woman you're interested in works...hahaha...eep! Hopefully you'll stay interested!

So, to all my avid readers and friends, remember that entry I wrote almost a year ago...last august..about my date with Mr. High School? In case you forgot, you can either reread the entry here, or I can give you a quick rundown. It was a nice date, I enjoyed the conversations, seeing how he grew into this man since high school was nice, but! I was taken aback by how short the date was and confused by the follow up. After that date, a month or so later we tried to get together again and then we kind of just didn't and that was that. I hadn't heard from him since then until about a month ago.

It was nice hearing from him again, but I definitely wasn't as into it as I was last year because I felt like all he did was send mixed messages and wouldn't follow through with things. So, naturally, I had my guard up a bit. We've been texting back and forth for maybe a month now, it's been nice. I did mention something to him about his flaking and he apologized, said he's got all his focus on me now...

Last Sunday we decided to hang out, I say hang out because I'm not sure if it was a date or what it was so I might refer to it as a date or whatever, I dunno blah! It doesn't matter! We didn't meet until 10pm at a local restaurant. It was really nice seeing him again.  (Sidenote: Remember 2 weeks ago I wrote a post titled "What's your shoe size?" and I started it off with what my coworkers top 3 things are they look for in a significant other. Well, when one of them mentioned that arms are one of their top 3 I didn't get it until I hugged Mr. High School hello. Hugging him hello and goodbye, I just wanted to stay wrapped up in those arms of his forever!)

Anyways, this date went really well! We, again, had some good conversations. I definitely enjoy chatting it up with him. I loved learning new things about him, last time he was passionate about politics and this time he was too. One thing I enjoyed hearing him talk about, was electricity. He's an electrical engineer and he loves electricity. Let me just say that I love hearing people talk about things they are passionate about. He's a cutie.

So, it was getting late, around 12, and we decided to call it a night. He was going to try and pay for the bill but I said NO!! The only reason he let me pay was because I said I wanted to treat him for his birthday which was the following day.

Can I go back to talking about his arms? Well, I was so looking forward to saying goodbye!! Not because I wanted the date to end, but so I could get wrapped up again. Seriously, maybe it's because there's a lot of stuff going on in my life and being wrapped up in someones arms is all I've been wanting...needing!!! I don't know, but mm mm mm his nice strong arms....sigh.  I might have to substitute that for one of my top 3.

In all seriousness though, who knows where this is headed? I have no expectations like I normally do when things get started with boys.  I am so busy and feel like I'm being pulled in a million directions... well maybe only 3 directions, but they're 3 big directions that take up so much of my time and energy, emotionally and physically. So with this dude I'm in the mind frame that whatever comes comes, whatever goes goes, it is what it is.

It's funny because when I was with Mr. Hands I was fighting for a "serious relationship," and here I am not really caring at all what comes of this, just letting things flow. I guess a persons wants/needs can be altered when new elements are presented (I think I'm trying to sound smart...but I don't think it's working.).

Arms....arms....arms....arms...arms.....sigh... one thing I know that will remain constant for now is that I can dream of his hugs :) Sadly, that's the only thing I have room in my head to dream of. Well, it's not so sad, hugs are amazing things!


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Supposed Future Husbands

All of you women out there I'm sure can relate to what this post will be about. I titled this Supposed Future Husbands, but for all of you men who dream of men, or men who dream of women,  and women who dream of women, I'm sure you can relate to this as well!

I think I met my first real Supposed Future Husband when I was 15.  What/who is the mysterious Supposed Future Husband/Wife....in my case Husband....? Well, its a person who you meet and are sure that there is a kind of special connection ... a connection so great that you are sure this person is "the one."  (As a sidenote: Does that ever happen to anyone? Or is it just me and my psycho babble? When you sometimes meet someone or see someone and just feel that there's something deeper than just a brief passing by?)

[I am just going to pause this for a quick second and say that I started to write a whole different post following the above paragaph and then I had a revelation so now I can write this post with a new perspective... It's amazing what writing can do!!!!!]

Since I was 15 there have only really been two, actually, since I was 15 there really have been 3 boys I deeply felt were my Supposed Future Husbands.  The first two infatuations started when I was in High School  and  both recently stopped haha like within a month or two apart  or maybe in the same month!!!!, like 2 years ago. I wrote about experiences with the first two in these posts: here and here. So, mathematically speaking, in the back of my head I thought of these two boys as my Supposed Future Husbands for roughly 10 years.... holy fuck... 10 years!!!! How insane is that!?

This third one, I recently realized, is on my short list of Supposed Future Husbands. I met this one while in college, actually!, after graduating college. Oooo!! My first (and hopefully last) adult Supposed Future Husband! Okay I'm making no sense here... oy!!!

Something I realized, is that with these 3 Supposed Future Husbands, I never had a serious relationship with. I've had sexual relations with them (eww how politically correct  and gross does that sound? Why couldn't I just write "I've slept with them" or "I fucked them" or "I had sex with them" like a normal 20somethin'?), and I dated 2 of them for like 2-3 months but all 3 never really developed into something REAL. Like a real relationship.  I guess there's a reason for that?

Anyways!! I'm sure ya'll out there have had these Supposed Future Husbands/Wives before. You just kinda fall for them and have no control over it. And you don't know if it's realistic or if you're just blinded by the infatuation... do/did you have sound, ground thoughts about this person....? You know how sometimes it takes a while for you to actually open your eyes? I'm pissed it took me 10 years to open mine with the first two!!! haha!! So much heart ache and pain could've been avoided!!! Silly me!!!

Expectations play a big roll in this too. Infatuation, expectations, and dreams, they're all interlinked in this whole love game. Maybe with a dash of hopefulness and helplessness as well. With infatuations comes dreams of a future, dreams of marriage of kids and the white picket fence. Then with the dreams you form expectations, expecting things to turn out a certain way and hoping they could turn out a certain way. Hopefulness of all these beautiful dreams then turns into helplessness because you're not in control of another persons feelings or actions let alone your own feelings for that person. Is this making any sense? Am I sounding really crazy?

Well, with this third one, poor guy! I've definitely been too open about wanting to marry him hahaha. It really is no laughing matter.... let's put our serious faces on! But I would like to say that with this third dude I definitely haven't taken my dreams farther than just wanting to marry him. I also am not expecting anything from him and! I feel that what our relationship/friendship is right now, is a pretty good solid realistic, balanced one... the only silly part of it is me just thinking that I wanna marry this dude. And! When you really think about it, marriage is a huge fucking thing!!! It's a big fuckin' deal... so when I say I dream of marrying this guy or any other, I really mean it very lightly. Sometimes I forget about the gravity of marriage.

So! Here's a promise to myself! No more Supposed Future Husbands!!!! AND!!!! No more talk of future husbandry!!! Well... I don't know about no more talk of future husbandry because lets face it people, aside from family, school and work, what else can I talk about? Maybe baking....hehe

I'm seriously going to try and let go of this Supposed Future Husbandry nonsense. I'm going to try and stop infatuation. It's super hard, I know, so I'm not sure I'll be able to keep this promise. But! I do promise to this third Supposed Future Husband that I wont talk about marrying him again!!! I'm making this public!!! And if I slip and forget, then... I don't know... we'll let Karma kick me in the ass.

:)

So, to all of you Supposed Future Husband/Wife dreamers out there, let's make this promise to ourselves and stop this disease of infatuation once and for all!!! We owe it to ourselves!!!!!! We really do!! Because, what ends up happening when you're infatuated with someone? You end up giving your all when most of the time you get nothing in return, which in turn really lessens your self worth! Dreamers, let's become realists!!!!! VIVE LA REVOLUTION!!!!!

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At least for the next 5 minutes? yeah? hehehe

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Mr. Spiderman

GUEST POST!!!!!!! 

This is exciting! This is my very first guest post!!! YAY! Last week in class we had to do presentations in class about  2 bad/good etiquette scenarios we encountered. My favorite classmate gave her presentation, at the end of class I went up to her and asked her to write a guest post for my blog! One of the scenarios she presented on was amazing! So, here is the wonderful post by Salama Shani, she's a strong, amazing, beautiful, single woman and runs an awesome lil bakery out of her home! For all of you people out there in Facebook land here is a link to her page Sweet Jonz, check it out, it's full of deliciousness!! Now, without further ado, here is Mr. Spiderman!!!!  Kuh-tsssssssss (that's me spraying web out of my wrist)!!!!!  

p.s. Listen to her words of wisdom at the end, she speaks the truth!

Mr. Spiderman

            An acquaintance from high school reconnected with me on Facebook.  We really did not know each other very well while in high school because he was a popular senior and I was an awkward freshman in the color guard.  Despite that, we were from the same town (Lawnside), so we shared a circle of "friends" on Facebook. 

            One day, out of the blue, he sent me a "friend request" with a message saying that he still thought I was beautiful and wondered if I remembered him.  Well, all you have to do is tell me you think I am beautiful!  I accepted his "friend request" and we began chatting via Facebook.  We eventually exchanged numbers and he began to text message me regularly.  (Side note:  I find the whole conversing through texting extremely annoying.  I am showing my age on this (35) because I remember when men actually conversed with women!  Ok, I won't go off on a tangent on that topic...at least, not right now.)

            Ok, let me get back on track...

            I found out that he lives in the Baltimore area, is a school counselor, has two children, and is recently divorced.  He is currently in graduate school because he would like to become a director of his school district's counseling program.  All this sounded pretty promising (except for the divorce, but, no one is perfect and mistakes are apart of life.  Hey, maybe I am still single because I can be a pain in the a**?  It is all apart of the journey, right?). 

            Fast-forward three weeks.  He is still mostly communicating with me via text message (ugh!).  We have only had one full conversation on the telephone.  One night, he called me, but we only chatted briefly, as he said he had to end the call.  He told me he would call me back later in the evening.  He did not call.  The next morning, he sent me a text message apologizing for not calling me back.  I replied that it was nothing to worry about.  He replied that he would make it up to me.  (NOTE:  Please remember that we have only had one and a half conversations on the phone and that we have yet to meet in-person.)

            In my naïveté, I replied that I was sure he would think of something good.  In my wildest dreams, I could not have imagined what was going to happen next!  I really thought he would reply with dinner and a movie!  Instead, he sent me a text with a picture attached saying, "This should make up for it...". Honest, I truly believed that I was going to open the picture and see a cute puppy with sad eyes or a picture of a bouquet of flowers.  I was not expecting what he sent me!

            I opened the attachment and it was a picture of himself, in a bathroom, taken by him because he was standing in front of the bathroom mirror with his camera phone.  He was wearing nothing other than his Spiderman underwear and he was proving to me that he had mastered his newly single life!  It took me a moment to realize what was happening.  (I am not always the brightest bulb in the box.)  I did not know how to respond, so, I did not reply. 

            He sent the picture to me again!  You know, in case I did not get it the first time.  Finally, after the initial shock wore off, I replied that, even though it was obvious he liked his body, maybe we were looking for different things in our relationships with others and that he should find someone who would be more appreciative than I of his risqué photos.  He replied that he was just having fun and did not mean to insult me and that I needed to lighten up.  I told him that a man had never sent me pictures like that and that I was definitely insulted.  He continued to try to back peddle by making me feel like a prude.  He told me that his soft porn display was not a big deal and that he looked basically the same when he was at the beach or poolside (sans his hands in his pants).  I did not care what his excuses were, I was totally turned off.  Who does that?!  I "unfriended" him and asked him to stop contacting me. 

            Since then, he has sent me a text or two.  I have not responded. 

            I think Mr. Spiderman, even though he is pushing 40 years old, has become a victim of today's technology.  As I mentioned, back in the day, men called and conversed with women.  Actual conversations with authentic emotions; not just LOL :).  The lack of technology required men and women to be more invested in each other.  In having a real conversation with a woman, a man would not, for example, say, "Oh baby, I'm sorry I didn't call you back last night.  But, I'm standing in front of my bathroom mirror in my Spidey drawers, touching myself.  That should make it up to you, baby."  Really?!  Am I supposed to believe that would have ever happened back in the day?  I was there, those things did not happen! 

            Nowadays, men text instead of talking.  Speaking as just one woman in love with men, I miss hearing your voices!  Fellas, here's the deal...we love hearing your voices!  Personally, I LOVE the way men say my name.  The bass in their voices hits all the right syllables just right and I feel completely enveloped in masculinity.  I love it!  I love talking with a man and knowing I make him laugh out loud (for real).  Fellas, when we talk to you, we can hear the smile on your face!  It can be a beautiful thing! 

            I fear technology has made us lazy and has taken the fun and romance out of getting to know each other.  Sigh...how I miss those good ole days...those days before IM and texting.  Some of you may not be able to fully appreciate what I am saying.  But, think about it...don't you think you would make a person feel extra special by setting aside time to talk to them.  Just talk.  Real life talk without multitasking.  Directing your focus to someone you like lets them know they are special. 

            Here's my suggestion (if you even care), the next time you want to let someone know you are thinking about them, fight the desire to send a :), and call them instead.  You might like talking...it can be fun. 

What's your shoe size?

Long overdue... I KNOW!!!! Life has been insane the past couple of weeks! I'm mad at myself for skipping posts two weeks in a row!!! WAAHHH!!!! sigh.... My sister got married 2 weeks ago so that weekend was hectic, then last weekend was busy busy as well! Anyways, I wont dwell on the boring stuff... let's get to the good stuff!!!

This week at work a coworker of mine decided to start a discussion topic that started out pretty innocent and ended pretty dirty...rawr! So, just a heads up to the dirtiness that will follow :)

My coworker decided to take a poll and asked everyone at work what the top 3 things are they notice in  a person they'd be interest in. The boys said basically T&A (typical boys), the gals said eyes, smile, teeth, hands, shoulders, and package (I feel like I'm missing something?). So, that's how this innocently started. Then we got to talking about size....tips on how a woman can tell what the dude is packing.

One coworker said that its all in their thumbs. That there is a correlation  between a guys thumb and what he's packing. I've always thought there was a definite correlation between dudes hands and what he's packing. If he's got long fingers then hes packing something with length, if he's got chubby fingers he's got some girth.  I mean, you might've read somewhere in this blog that a mans hands are pretty important to me, but it has nothing to do with what he's packing. I just love a workin' man, a man that's got man hands!!! Hands where there are scars, a little rough (NOT TOO ROUGH!!!eww!), hands where you can see his veins on top(crazy?).  Man hands that are fragile and dainty and pretty, just bug me!

ANYWAYS!!!

Then someone asked a customer, a gay man, what his tips are and how he sizes a man up...so to speak. This man also started talking about hands. What he said was really interesting though!!! And!!!! Made perfect sense! He said that what a man is packing is no thinner than his middle and pointer fingers and no thicker than his 3 middle fingers. How does this make perfect sense? Well, when a dude is getting it on with a chick and he's fingering her, a good way for him to know if he's gonna "fit" is by using that theory! Very interesting!!! Now! I don't know if its true, I can't go asking my exes to email me pics of his hands so I can figure it out, and I don't have a boy to test this theory on, but I believe it, if I think back really hard, it makes sense. Like I said, I've always thought there was a direct correlation between a mans hands and what he's packing.

Then there's the whole idea that his length is from the bottom of his palm to the tip of his middle finger, or from the tip of his pinky to the tip of his thumb (if his hand is stretched.). Anyways! Interesting facts hu? Nothing  SUPER important, just interesting, and maybe insightful? haha?

Then!! The coworker who started this whole conversation said that there was a secret that men used to know the depth of a woman. We, all of the female workers, were shocked and needed to know what it was! He wouldn't tell us! So there we were, crowded around him, nagging him, begging him to tell us!!! We started throwing out guesses,  is it the mouth? ears? hands? How?!!?!?! He said that it had nothing to do with her face. He refused to tell us, so, on our breaks we googled it on our phones to try and find out....nothing, nothing surfaced!!!

Finally, a customer, who's cool with the coworker came in and we asked him. Good thing the coworker wasn't around because he would've told the customer not to tell us. So, we ask the customer "what part of the female body does a guy look at to tell what her vag is like?" and right away, with no hesitation he says "her feet."

Feet?! really!?!? So, if you take a woman's shoe size, change it to a mans size that apparently is her depth. I think that's pretty crazy and makes no sense what so ever! These boys apparently swear on it.  The customer also had the audacity to say that short girls can't handle it.... I was like "wait!? excuse me!? are you saying I can't handle it?!!? That's bullshit! I can handle anything!!" :) hahaha This dude was also saying that just by looking at a chick, how she stands, how she walks he can tell if she can "handle" him...rolls eyes... btw... I looked at this dudes hands, and if all of our theories are right...he aint packin :) hahahaha which goes on to prove another theory, the more they talk the smaller they are!!

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sigh... my oh my.... what an interesting day that was... and of course that day and the ones that followed I couldn't stop looking at males hands and either being intrigued, disgusted, or giggly about it.  At one point the coworker that I sit next to and I were both looking at one of her customers hands and looked at each other and just started cracking the fuck up, it was too too funny!!!

Anyways, I hope this post made up for the absence of the past 2 weeks!

I promise to have one next week as well!

Love love love!!!

To all you single lads and lasses out there (and taken ones as well), check out  the feet and hands out there, it's fun!!!

ow!!!!!

<3