Hunting: choose your weapon-
You know what? As soon as I logged on to the comp and checked out my Friendster main profile page, I saw a lotta blog entries from my girly friends blogging about their woeful male problems.
Well laydees, have I a solution for you.
When in doubt, hunt.
When he’s making you cry, hunt.
When the poor boy can’t make up his goddamn mind, hunt.
When you know he’s lying his sad ass off, hunt.
I’ve decided that instead of going gay, I’m saving myself for Chris Brown… when I grow up of course.
It’s now 5 past 9 at night and I’m just waiting to get ready cause my girls are gonna be here in the next hour and true to the mantra, we’re going hunting.
Boy dramas. Who needs them? Honestly, the guys I meet swing from one extreme variable to another. One’s been sending me pic txts of his naked (fine) self in hopes that I’ll sleep with the lad; another’s been wanting to catch up with me but insists that we do so at his place and *ahems*, in his spa.
Yeah.
The one that I really would like to date/sleep/do naughty stuff with is Bachelor number 3 who’s really really really hot but unfortunately not too bright.
The moment he asked if this was a date or an "outing", I was like asking myself omg what are you doing with shy boys resh?
If you’re not in the know, shy boys aren’t my cup of tea.
They take forever to ask you out and forever to do the follow up date.
Which hence might waste you with valuable oh say, hunting time.
I’m rambling but nevertheless I need to get ready as apparently it’s game on tonight. =)
