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Barney #2516

  • Aug. 10th, 2008 at 8:46 PM
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Let it not be said that I haven't learned anything from my adventures in dating.  Each adventure represents lessons learned.  Like back in April, when in the Lies Men Tell, I met a dishonest, disingenuous jerk that caused me to generate the term Barney, the breed of guys who, like Neil Patrick Harris' character Barney on the show "How I Met Your Mother", are womanizers who make a game of telling a woman whatever it is they think she wants to hear in an effort to get her in bed on the first date, and regardless of whether she sleeps with him or not, they never want to see or sleep with a woman more than once.  He wasn't the first Barney I encountered, not by a long shot, but it was with him that insight was gained and Barneys became a lesson learned.  So I'll call him Barney #1.  

Today's story, however, is about another man... 

And the trend continues

  • Apr. 24th, 2008 at 2:33 PM
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I'm starting to feel like a broken record.  It goes something like this:

I had a date.

It was cancelled last minute.

Grumble grumble.

Did I pee in God's cheerios?

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

The Lies Men Tell

  • Apr. 9th, 2008 at 11:25 PM
BlogVixen, Vixen
It's been a bannnner week.  Really.  Oh wait, maybe you couldn't see the sarcasm DRIPPING from my fingers there, so let me just be clear.  It's been a shitty week in my dating world.  In that short time, I ran through a whole year's supply of jerky, dishonest, disingenuous assholes (hell, it should have been a lifetime's supply, but I'm being realistic).   Here's just a sampling, in no particular order, of the lies assorted men have told me in just the past week alone:

Greatness does not beget greatness, Part 2

  • Sep. 9th, 2007 at 7:41 PM
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Go back and read part 1...  because otherwise Part 2 won't make much sense.

Greatness does not beget greatness, Part 1

  • Sep. 9th, 2007 at 7:39 PM
BlogVixen, Vixen

Recent experiences have taught me the lessons that A. a great first date does not indicate that there will be a great second date, B. a great first date does not indicate that there will be ANY second date, and C. I really don’t get men nearly as well as I might have thought.


 

Shot in the Head

  • Sep. 9th, 2007 at 7:32 PM
BlogVixen, Vixen

I met a soldier a while back on SexSite.  He seemed outgoing, intelligent, interesting, witty, not to mention HOT (and hung like a horse).  We chatted online extensively for a few days before making plans to meet.  He told me he’d just returned from Iraq, and was in rehab for a head injury before being medically discharged. He said the effects of the head injury were very minor and not noticeable.  He was very disillusioned with the military and the war and was very socially aware and all around cool.  Oh and did I mention he was hot?  Hot enough that he could have had the personality of a twig, and as long as it was a charming twig, I’d have taken him to bed. 

 

He said that he’d only been home a week or so, and had not been with a woman since his last trip home to the states several months earlier.  Normally I would have found this sort of desperation unappealing, but he was super hot and seemed super into me, and somehow I found the idea of rocking his world and giving him a great homecoming very appealing.

 

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