Whats Wrong With The Nice Guys??!!

Okay, first of all I decided to ramble on about this topic because of a conversation I had last night during cocktails with my step sister and a "nice guy" friend that I just can't bring myself to date no matter how much he begs. My whole dating life was summed up in one conversation with this friend (we'll call Mr. Nice). Anyway, Mr. Nice was confused and frustrated with the fact that we women can date an asshole and if he does one little nice thing once a year we wanna break out the champagne but at the same time a woman can date a nice guy that does those sweet nice things all the time and all we have to say is "oh...(yawn) thanks". The more Mr. Nice talked the more I realized he was right on the money and all the smartass comments I had pre-concieved in my head when the conversation began had to be thrown out the window. Women want the bad boy, "good for nothing but making you cry", assholes. I can walk into a room full of dockers, crew cuts and fancy watches but instead of batting my eyelashes at the twenty potential husbandish material, I will search and search for that one guy with the sneaky eyes and baggy pants and backwards baseball cap. It's not something I can control. Believe me I have given chances to plenty of guys that seemed boring but stable and in the end I'm ready to jump out of the car in the middle of the freeway and run as fast as my stilettos will take me! I just don't understand what it is about those bad boys. I've dated guys that have been in jail, beat up cops, stalked me for months..haha I've even had one guy block my car on a side street and jump through the moonroof cuz I wouldn't talk to him! No joke! And you know what the pathetic part is? I'm still friends with everyone of those guys to this day, and when i'm feeling lonely I call them to meet for a drink! Haha! Can we say crazy crazy stupid girl?! All I can hope is that as I age I grow out of whatever horrible stage I'm in that makes me crave that bad boy drama. And want to hear the kicker, today after pondering the Mr. Nice conversation in my head all afternoon I ended up running in to one of the nice guys i blew off a few years ago. He was with his fiance, (who by the way has a huuggee rock on her tiny little finger to go with her tiny little frame) and they were getting out of his brand new cadillac and he was telling me that he's a doctor now. Ouch!! So now I'm thinking, "Hey Mr. Nice, how bout that date!"

Hello luvas!

Well, today I started my first blog ever. Raise those martini glasses (or beer bottles, whichever is socially acceptable at the present moment) ladies and gentleman, here's to a place to vent, ramble, complain and any or everything I deem necessary in my day. Just to give a little background my life tends to be tedious and boring, although over the last few years I have become a human magnet for psychotic emotionally challenged men, or shall I say boys. That said this blog may become something of soap opera quality. About two months ago i broke up with the love of my life (what a joke that phrase is, by the way you'll learn that currently I'm extremely bitter about anything that has to do with the word love) anyway, so yea my pathetic dreams of happily ever after were crushed and spit in my face and now i'm swearing off the L-word for the next year. These next twelve months I'm determined to be single, fabulous and not give a zazu about any "boy" that thinks that he's "got what i need" , cuz lemme tell you what I need ...a good day with a cold crown and coke and keep em coming! But don't get me wrong, just cuz I won't be giving a zazu doesn't mean I won't be looking for some fun and a few good men to pay for all that crown. Haha! Till next time my luvas....