OVER IT
My girlfriend and I were talking at lunch today about the fact that we're "O-V-E-R" the men of Los Angeles. I respect the fact that there must be some really fabu ones out there, but, apparently, we don't hang out in the same places. In the past two weeks, her, I, and two of our other girlfriends have been shafted by LA men.
Don't worry, I'm not super bothered by it - you grow calluses after a while - but it is definitely something interesting to bitch about. (Hey, if I'm gonna bitch, it better be interesting.)
Here are two prove-our-point stories and out of respect for my friends, I will not use their real names.
Friend #1: We shall call her Wanda. Wanda was dating a seemingly decent guy for about a month. He went out of town and came back on the 4th. He called to see her and see him she did. She fell asleep watching a movie with him at his house and at midnight he woke her up. At first she thought he was just going to gently tuck her into bed, but, then he shoved her into her sweatshirt, plopped her on her bike, gave her a pat on the ass and sent her on her way. Oh yah, this was after he casually mentioned to her that he's moving to the east coast in a month. DOUCHEBAG. She flicked her off as she drove away. Nice, that's why we love her.
Friend #2: We shall call her Marge. Marge was also dating a seemingly dreamy mcdreamy guy for about a month. He called her regularly and they began doing "couple" things. Last week they made plans to attend an art opening and concert together. It was his idea. The afternoon of the opening/concert she still hadn't heard a word from him. She texted him with "Are we still going tonight?" and he ultimately responded with, "I'm staying in to do my expenses." And that was the last she heard from him. BALLSACK. She told him to bite wood. That's why we love her.
And as an added bonus, a guy I've had my eye on called me "dude" on the phone the other day. I sent him a picture of the streaker at Wimbledon and he scolded me because he was at work and everyone saw him looking at it - yah so? I put up with a lot from people, but, when I'm dating or getting to know someone (male) and he calls me "dude"? I'm out like trout.
And that is why, for the time being, we are O-V-E-R them. You gotta love us Venice girls and the crap we pick up - without them, I'd have little to talk about.
PS: And how about that sweet naked cartwheel?
Don't worry, I'm not super bothered by it - you grow calluses after a while - but it is definitely something interesting to bitch about. (Hey, if I'm gonna bitch, it better be interesting.)
Here are two prove-our-point stories and out of respect for my friends, I will not use their real names.
Friend #1: We shall call her Wanda. Wanda was dating a seemingly decent guy for about a month. He went out of town and came back on the 4th. He called to see her and see him she did. She fell asleep watching a movie with him at his house and at midnight he woke her up. At first she thought he was just going to gently tuck her into bed, but, then he shoved her into her sweatshirt, plopped her on her bike, gave her a pat on the ass and sent her on her way. Oh yah, this was after he casually mentioned to her that he's moving to the east coast in a month. DOUCHEBAG. She flicked her off as she drove away. Nice, that's why we love her.
Friend #2: We shall call her Marge. Marge was also dating a seemingly dreamy mcdreamy guy for about a month. He called her regularly and they began doing "couple" things. Last week they made plans to attend an art opening and concert together. It was his idea. The afternoon of the opening/concert she still hadn't heard a word from him. She texted him with "Are we still going tonight?" and he ultimately responded with, "I'm staying in to do my expenses." And that was the last she heard from him. BALLSACK. She told him to bite wood. That's why we love her.
And as an added bonus, a guy I've had my eye on called me "dude" on the phone the other day. I sent him a picture of the streaker at Wimbledon and he scolded me because he was at work and everyone saw him looking at it - yah so? I put up with a lot from people, but, when I'm dating or getting to know someone (male) and he calls me "dude"? I'm out like trout.
And that is why, for the time being, we are O-V-E-R them. You gotta love us Venice girls and the crap we pick up - without them, I'd have little to talk about.
PS: And how about that sweet naked cartwheel?
posted by Rach2LA @ 4:40 PM
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