More to Love

There is a tv show out there that chaps my hide...

It is a reality dating show that centers around an overweight, single man looking for love among a pool of plus-sized women.

I am not happy with this setup.

First off, the Bachelor seems like a bit of a pig (and y'all know I ain't talking about his waist size). Just looking at him size up (yeah.... pun intended) the women as they came to meet him at the entryway of the mansion where the contestants were to stay had me thinking that he looked like a very hungry dog who just came across a tasty bit of road kill.

The difference to me seems that the slimmer women on the other shows have a whole lot more confidence (or it must be harder to find bigger women willing to be in the nation's living rooms) than the women on this show they all seem so broken and most of them have managed to break down while talking to the date cam.

I hope they have a therapist and have learned after the Susan Boyle incident that we have to treat all contestants like they are human beings not ratings.

Goddess







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Speed Dating for Single Book Lovers Pt. One

Tonight is the night. I am headed out to Speed Dating for Single Book Lovers.
Yay Me!

The idea is wonderful. The drive is short...

Getting ready is a nightmare!

I figured, "pick up a cute outfit, put on a little makeup and head out the door."

HA!!

What that really means is
Take a shower and get dressed???
Don Pardo, tell her what else she has to do.

I not only had to wash my face and body, I had to shave my legs. I then discovered that I had armpits I had to take care of as well (thank the lord I don't have a problem with stray chest hairs.

*Next life, I wish to be Amazonian Princess Nijeela who doesn't give a flying fig newton about shaving her legs because any man who doth protest shall be slayed. :)

So to got through the shower and all of the hair and had to get into this incredible invention call Spanx. Jim crackin' dandy. No problem I think, and then I realize why I have to put it on.... to hold everything together. The hard part is that I have to get all of that everything into the sock.

To give you an idea of this little thing I have to tuck my thighs behind stomach and ribcage into, it will fit in the palm of my hand. hahahahahaha *stops the mad cackle*
i get it past my thighs and i come to the behind and I have to sit down. Not because this is where i have to do more adjusting. I am exhausted after the thigh event.

I dance like I need rain for another 10 minutes and then over the behind it went. that is my Biggest issue (not using the word biggest lightly) and off to put on my slip of a dress. I have to say Spanx rocks!

Into the bathroom for the makeup and I get the shadow and the eyeliner and the lip liner and all that stuff tat comes with it all and ignore the errant chin hair and just leave it for conversation if any of my fellow speed daters notices it.

Another 10 minutes to find a pair of shoes and a purse that match the dress and I am out the door. Good thing hair is not an issue this week.

stay tuned for Part Deux.







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Bring on the procession of single men!

Sometimes I just get these thoughts in my head and I toss them around and then throw them away. Some of the thoughts stay and boy has Arranged Marriage stuck with me!

Who better to pick someone who would be great for you than someone else?
The people doing the choosing are also relatives of yours? Aren't there some Thanksgiving dinners where you just want to throw a roll at your Uncle Tony or hide the liquor from Auntie CeeCee?
Yeah. I bet you feel me on this one.
They want what is best for you as well as your family even if they are drunks and criminals.

Someone please tell me how an adaptation of Arranged Marriages can work in America. I am Sooooooo open to this idea it is scary.

first comes compatibility then comes love.
Somehow it makes more sense to me.

Help a sistah out

i can't believe my life is like this

It has become apparent in the past few weeks, that i have 'baggage'.

i didn't realize what baggage was until i tried to let down my walls and defenses and actually attempt to date someone.
i have come to the realization that i am unfit for love. i am not willing to have a person love me. it is interesting that i have a person in my life that i really enjoy spending time with, and i can't even get close enough to them to allow them to see the real me. instead, they just see me spread thin and ready to collapse.

i don't like it when a person calls me sugar or honey or sweetie and i cringe.
what the fuck is that all about?

i feel really guilty pushing a person away like that. i know that if they knew how i felt, they would be able to make a sane decision on how to proceed with their time with me.

i never in my life thought it could be this tough.

i talked to my friend Robert (who, perhaps, i should be dating) and he says that i need to get into recovery. not for alcoholics, but for anyone who is trying to get over some shit.

i cannot continue to push all of this important work that needs to be done by the wayside.
i have to hop on and ride this bull into the mud.

it angers me that i allow my ex to have so much power over me. i know that he is manipulative and that i need to battle him with the right weapons. those would be the weapons of non-action. i need to just focus on me and be clear what i want and not give too much of a rat's ass about what he wants.

*sigh*

wish me luck all.
i will keep you posted.







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