I read your post in another blog, saying something about nascarowner, and you gave his last name. I don't know if that is his actual last name, but do you know of the Tim Richmond who actually was in nascar racing? If you don't, google it and see what comes up. He definitely isn't the nascarowner on this site, but they could be related, I suppose . . . It would be kind of funny if that's where Tim got his character for MM.
I grew up outside of Indianapolis, Indiana in an average sized town. Most families were middle class or above. There were about a handful of families that were not white. The schools were great, and I learned proper grammar skills, including the correct way to introduce myself to others.
I don't know about anyone else, but I absolutely hate it when a man comes up to me and ask me to 'come holla at him.' In fact, when guys say that, I generally yell back "WHAT?" just to see if they can rephrase that or if they really think that is a good way to approach me.
Besides that, there are a number of other phrases and gestures that tend to irritate me, including: 'daaaamn girrrrl', anything involving calling me 'boo' or 'shorty', and the occasional whistle to try to get my attention. The first two just make a man sound like he is still an idiot in high school. As for the last one, I was never a canine, so I didn't learn to come when I was whistled at.
Why do some men feel that this is an appropriate way to express interest in a woman??? Please feel free to add any words, phrases, or gestures to my list of things people shouldn't say.
Yes folks, it is true. I have been asked to make a snow mermaid.
A "witty" gentleman from Florida messaged me just now. Darn messenger, I forgot to close out of it! But, he actually asked if the picture was in the snow . . .
Obviously, he doesn't realize that snow hasn't been abundant here. I was excited when we got a dusting of it for about half a day!
But just for the record, if there is enough snow while I'm in Indiana this winter, I have promised to make a snow mermaid and take another picture . . . in bikini!
Cupid2007 is soooooo right! We all need to learn to forgive.
Yes, fights are going to happen. Anyone who read my blog about the problem I was having at work already knows the story. A woman I work with - we'll call her Bambi - was given false information by another co-worker - and we'll call her Glenda the Seahag. I will no longer disgrace whales by calling Glenda a whale, instead I will use seahag.
Anyway, Glenda the Seahag is a mean and malicious individual. She thrives on making others feel miserable. She lies and stirs up problems. She told Bambi that I was telling customers who spend money on Bambi that Bambi likes to go home with customers. This is entirely untrue, and I never said it.
Now poor Bambi was very distraught by the actions she believed I took against her. She had never wronged me, and felt I had done her an injustice. She became very upset.
I learned of this information through our boss. Now, no one would tell me that it was Glenda the Seahag who had misinformed little Bambi, but all revealed itself in time.
Bambi and I have since e-mailed back and forth to one another to clear the bad air between us. We are friends once again. The situation with Glenda the Seahag has yet to be dealt with. Bambi and I have chosen to speak with her when we are all at work again. If further problems should arise, we will take immediate action to drowned Glenda the Seahag! Ok, not really. Management has reassured Bambi and me that if there is another problem, Glenda the Seahag will be asked to leave the club for good.
Now, if 3 exotic dancers and their dim manager can manage to resolve an issue and forgive one another, why can't the members of this site do the same? I know you all think you have more class, tact, and maturity than "lowly strippers," but by the way you act on the blogs, I'm beginning to wonder.
My girl friend was supposed to come with me to Vegas this weekend to work. I was really excited, seeing as how I normally travel alone, but try to stay with a friend. Well, after work, we got on the internet to check in online. Turns out, when we booked the flight, we booked hers on the wrong day. She needed to go a day early to get a sheriff's card and business license - you MUST have these in order to work at any club in Vegas. So now, I travel alone. Man this sucks!
I'm telling you, I am really having one hell of a week!
Oh, and to make matters worse. Anyone who read my short blog on "mean private callers". . .
I received calls from this person 3 days last week. I get another call yesterday. I was about to go to bed, much later than my usual bed time. Anyone who knows me, knows what hours I sleep, and should respect that. I get a call around 7:30 AGAIN! So, I pick up thinking this will be how I will get the 7:30 calls to stop.
I answer, "Hello?"
A man's voice whispers back, "Hi. What are you doing? Are you in bed?"
"No, I'm on the couch half asleep. Who is this?" I reply.
"You know who this is, Elizabeth, what are you wearing?" he continues.
I am a bit annoyed, but think it's probably a friend joking with me. "No, I don't know who this is. It came up as private. Who are you?"
"Who do you want it to be?" he replies in a suggestive manner. "Elizabeth . . . "
I am begining get scared now, and I respond, "I don't know, why don't you tell me who it is?"
"You know who this is, Elizabeth. What are you wearing?"
Now, I'm getting scared. Once again I ask, "WHO IS THIS?"
Again he says, "You know who this is. What are you wearing?"
Now I'm pissed off and scared so I hang up. I decide to call 911. But I can't, he keeps calling before I can get the numbers dialed.
Finally, I get long enough to dial 911. I talk to a dispatcher who immediately notifies the police to come to my house. I stay on the phone until the officer arrives, all the while checking every nook and cranny of my house with a butcher knife in hand.
The officer pulls up. We speak briefly about what is going on. He checks the outside of the house for a while, looking for any signs that someone had been there. All of my windows and doors were locked, there were no signs of an attempted break-in. He tells me there's nothing that they can do to trace the call, but I should try my cell phone company. Then, he leaves.
Grateful that it looks like the jesting of an unthoughtful friend, I call my cell phone company to see what I can do to trace the call. After a few minutes on the phone, I find out there's no way to trace the person unless the call is in progress.
Well, I did a little research of my own, and found out that immediately after the call, I should have dialed *57. That is the best way to try to trace a number. It only works on the last incoming call, but it works on most numbers.
At least I know for the future. Nevertheless, I'm frustrated, I didn't take this as a joke. And I hope that this person stops. I hope that no one is having a worse week than mine, cause I have to say, I'm exhausted. Too many negative emotions for one week! This weekend can't come soon enough! :) YAY for Vegas!
For anyone sick of the fights on the blogs, please read this. It has all the he said she said drama, and an almost robbery to boot! Gosh, I wish I could film what goes on at my work, because you would all honestly forget the drama on here, and watch my life like it was a soap opera. I will keep my stories at what has happened this week, because most of the tales of strip clubs would haunt you to the point you would think I was a lunatic for working there - that is of course assuming that you don't already.
It doesn't take a genius to figure out that the men and women employed in the adult industry need not be particularly - if at all - intelligent, educated, or classy. But sometimes, I've just had enough. My week thus far has been Hellish, and I long for the comfort I will receive this weekend when I return to my Vegas club.
Monday started with going to work and finding out I have been accused of attempting to "cut another girl's throat" at work. Now let me clarify: I did not actually use a sharp object in an effort to wound another girl! A girl I work with, who has a shameless lack of morals, told another girl that I was maliciously telling a customer at our club that she goes home with customers. Meaning, I told this customer that the girl is a prostitute. And this girl and management was told that I did this to prevent this girl from making money with this customer.
The girl I supposedly was mean to is someone who I find beautiful, and I like her. I would never speak so poorly of her. The girl who told her is a whale of a woman, quite literally, who is known for creating turmoil within our club . . . a troll, so to speak!
The customer in question spends a considerable amount of money on several of the girls each visit that he makes to our club. He rarely gets dances, but we have a good time, and he tips each of us equally. He often makes offers to pay for sex.
My problem should be obvious. If this customer is willing to pay for sex, and I said that this other girl does that, how am I hurting her ability to make money with that customer? I think I'd actually be assisting her - and hey, I charge a 15% finders fee!
Additionally, my job was jeopardized in the midst of these accusations. Not that I will be at that club for a considerable length of time, but I enjoy not having a schedule. Call me a crazy stripper, but it helps when you go to school full-time to be able to work whenever the hell you want AND make good money!
Tonight, Tuesday, I actually stayed in worked. I forgot to mention I was so upset I had to leave Monday.
As the night unfolded, I found out that not only had other dancers heard this girl ranting about how she couldn't believe I said such awful things, but even customers knew. One customer in particular told me that this girl most likely believed it because there was a night he was sitting with me when this other girl came in with her mom (DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT ONE) and wanted him to come meet her, but he wouldn't. So from that night, she thought I was out to get her. So I guess she would readily believe this troll that I said nasty things.
Then later, a group of men came in who were planning a robbery of our club. Fortunately, our manager had heard about another club in town that had gotten robbed and noticed their suspicious behavior. Had he not, who knows what might have happened. As well as the fact that a robbery is never good for business.
Fortunately, Scores awaits my return this weekend, when hopefully my faith in exotic dancers and adult entertainment will be restored. :)
IT'S SNOWING, IT'S SNOWING, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S SNOWING!!!!!! Ok, for those of you wondering why I am so excited. It is January 16th. Before today, we had yet to receive a truly accumulative amount of snow. We had a little 2 or 3 other days, but it didn't stick. Now we have actual snow! Oh, I wish my camera was working, I'd take a picture!
When I got on the blogs, I thought this would be a good way to meet a few friends. I have to say that I hardly noticed any fighting, maybe because I was new.
But over the weeks that I started reading the blogs, it seems like there are very few worth reading. I don't generally bother to read the blogs about the fights; although they appear to be at least half of the blogs written. Nor do I really know what the fights involve.
My question is this: For all of you who are pissed off about trolls, fakes, or phonies, now that you've met your "friends", You could still be on MM but you wouldn't have to feel so threatened in writing your blogs and comments. You could still come here to see if any new people were worthy of friendship.
Just wondering. It seems like everyone feels they have a right to these particular blogs, to write them, monitor them, and keep them peaceful. I think it's obviously it is never going to be perfect.
So I've been sick the past few days . . . waking up unable to talk, sore throat, little bit of coughing. So I went to the doctor to see what's up. He said he didn't think it was strep, maybe just a virus, but tested for strep anyway. As it turns out, I tested positive for strep. He goes on to tell me that he has seen many cases recently where it doesn't appear to be strep, but it is. Just a heads up for everyone during the cold and flu season! :)
Anyone who knows me knows that I have much different hours than everyone else. I go to bed and wake up a lot later than most people. So why on earth do I get a call on my cell phone listed as private at 7:30 in the morning? And the sob doesn't have the courtesy to leave me a voicemail so I know who to be mad at. I actually appreciate people who have the wrong number leaving a message to apologize for dialling the wrong number. I can't get back to sleep. :( It's not fair.
Why do so many women and men obsess over the number on the scale? Instead of placing value on our health, society has directed our focus to keeping our number down. With all of Hollywood being thinner than ever, I find myself wondering why these individuals, as well as the rest of the U.S. are so hung up on it. Models, actresses, and musicians try to make it look normal - and even worse, healthy - to look this way.
What would happen if we took their scales away, took mirrors away, and forced these severely underweight individuals to eat healthy, yet sufficient amounts of food for a month? Or longer? 3 meals a day plus snacks . . . :) Then at the end we put them in front of the mirror and place the scales under their feet. Do you think Hollywood would be the same? A bunch of people, now no visibly different from many others in the world. That's a sick thought: Hollywood keeps exclusivity by lack of nutrition.
These men and women, whom we hold in such high regard, forget those silly little things (like having a healthy body) in order to maintain a weight. I myself come in at a healthy weight. I have been told by many people that I should try to go into acting or modelling. Now whether these people were serious or just blowing smoke up my ass is debatable. What I do know is that if I were forced to stay at 120 I would never last. The last two times I got down to 125 was when I had mono, and when I QUIT EATING because I was depressed. Anyone else see a problem with this?
Many people (some of the same people telling me I should be in movies) guess my weight at 110 to 120 pounds. I believe men say it because it's a safe guess for them. If they guessed more than I actually weigh, I might be offended! Oh Heavens, no! I've often heard that men guess 110-120 regardless of what a woman looks like she weighs. I'm not sure why women don't realize my actual weight. Maybe they are so conditioned to lying about their weight that they forget about what 110 pounds really looks like. I guess another thing is that the weight looks different on each person depending on height and percentage of body fat and muscle.
So what's the deal with this? Why do we put so much emphasis on being skinny? Why do we forget our health? How has our thinking gotten so screwed up we have replaced a healthy body with a small one? I think it's time to quit looking at the scales and start looking in the mirror.
I like to read when I actually have the time. I just finished the book "Who Moved My Cheese?" by Spencer Johnson M.D. per request of my new boss. I always like to get together a list of good books to choose from when I've read all of the books from my last list. I've been slacking off a bit, but now that I'm back on track, it's time to start a new list. So folks, I need to hear from everyone what your favorite books are and maybe a little bit about them. By the way, "Who Moved My Cheese" is a great book and a very easy read. I would highly recommend it. In fact, it might help the blogs in general if you would all read it and apply what you've learned to lead the blogs in a better direction instead of continuing the neverending troll/real/fake battles.
Has anyone else noticed that a lot of the men on MM are Sagittarius? It seems like a majority of the men I come across on this site are, and in second would have to be Taurus. Coincidentally this is my sign. Is it just me or has someone else noticed this?
I recently started looking at the blogs on here, mainly because I've found that it's really hard to get to know other members. I feel that the blogs allow you to see how someone interacts with others, despite the fact that it's in a virtual environment.
It seems that most of the members on here are rather close. They've known each other for a little while and know what kind of people the other users are. From time to time, it seems like a new blogger jumps all over someone, and this swarm of support for the victim flies in to that members defense. It's as though the real people who are wanting to make real connections are in the blogs. (though maybe not all of them)
My personal opinion as to why these new users attack is because they've had such a negative experience with their own search using the e-mails and instant messages and even in their own life. You cannot really judge a person from what goes on in virtual world. I believe it can give you good insight as to how they are, but sometimes, personal jokes, insinuations, sarcasm, and so on, are taken the wrong way. From my own experience, I get rather defensive sometimes in the ims, though I've never chosen to attack. I receive a lot of criticism for being on a site like this when I am only 21.
Many of the men on here use this like an overstocked pond to find eager women to fulfill their sexual desires. Sadly, this seems to work due to the large number of women on this site simply looking for trophy wife status or worse, to marry rich and take what they can.
I cannot count the number of offers I have received, in which I was asked to fly out to LA, New York, Chicago, Florida, even out of the country in order to spend the weekend with a man I've never met and have talked to for 10 minutes. Not only is this impractical for my work and school schedule, but the whole idea of staying in a strange man's house for a few days simply because he asked? I don't get it.
I know I am new to the blogs, and there is no one here to vouch for my character. I am in fact a dancer, entertainer, even stripper as some men have called me. But in no way am I anything more. I'd like to know from the other women, do you get these same ridiculous requests, or is it just because I've been honest about all aspects of my life? I don't share my night job with just anyone, but I figure if I am looking for someone to spend many many years with, I should be honest. I know many people have a problem with it. I'm an honest person, and I would never keep that from someone because it might jeopardize my chances with him. I've liked men before who wouldn't give me a chance because of my job, so it's not the end of the world to me.
I've also asked in my profile for men to introduce themselves in a better way than mentioning my superficial qualities. Many men don't read a woman's profile before e-mailing or texting her. So when they say hello by writing "Hey sexy," if I have the time to respond, I usually say something along the lines of, "Didn't read my profile, huh?" Though I'm not sure why, this provokes them to attack me. I've been called a whore, a prostitute, a golddigger. I don't find this a fair assessment of my personality or behavior. I'm one of the most honest people you'll ever meet. While I am on this site to find someone who is financially stable, I am more intrigued in finding my other half, so to speak. I make more than enough money for myself, especially considering that I'm a college student. I am sure that I will do just fine in life if I never marry, or marry someone who isn't a "millionaire".
I've worked hard to be where I am. No one's just handed me what I need. I have danced for 3 and 1/2 years while going to school, and I just started a 40 hour a week internship in addition to continuing dancing to pay the bills and doing two online classes. I am in no way ashamed of what I do, nor will I ever be. My morals have never been jeopardized in the decisions I have made. I have also learned things I would have never encountered in life had I not worked in the environment I do.
I have yet to be attacked on the blogs, so hopefully this won't be the spark to initiate one. Anyone who has insight as to why some of these men are so shallow, feel free to comment.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
In February of this year, my life took a drastic change. My boyfriend and I quit seeing each other. I became depressed and lost almost 15 pounds, causing myself to appear emaciated. I cried constantly, I couldn't stand to be alone. Although in the end I have found myself much happier, I am not yet where I want to be.
My ex-boyfriend and I dated for close to 2 years. When we were happy, we had some of the best times of my life; but when we fought, it was absolute hell. He never saw how important it was to make time to call me, or if he couldn't, to make sure I knew the next time we talked that he was sorry he'd been so busy. He would disappear for days at a time with no excuse and no call or e-mail. I confronted him several times as to why. I began to lose trust in him and became convinced that he was cheating on me. He always said that he didn't, but I'm almost positive that he did. We made things work as long as we could, but in the end, we took our separate ways.
I found out just last night that he is now married . . . to the girl he was dating before me, the girl I many times interrogated him about for spending so much time talking with and texting. This comes as somewhat of a shock to me. I had a sense all along that something was going on, but at the same time, it's only months after we quit seeing each other. And we even hooked up again over the summer. (It was a weak moment, and I really needed some good sex. :)
So I find a few things going through my head:
1. Did he get back together with her just after our last fling and get engaged within the next weeks?
2. Did he cheat on me throughout our relationship, but I could never prove it?
3. Did he actually cheat on her the entire time and I was the other woman?
4. What in the hell made me stay with that despicable bastard for so long?
In the long run, none of it really matters. I am much better off without him. I find a lot more happiness in my life. I have better friendships and a more positive outlook.
My problem is this: I can see all of the flaws the relationship had. There is no part of me that wants to have a relationship of any kind with this man ever again. But after weighing the facts and realizing he had to have cheated on his wife or me or was playing us both, I want to make his life hell. I almost e-mailed his wife today. Fortunately, I decided for many reasons that I should leave it alone. But, I shouldn't even care! I should be happy where I'm at.
Another problem I'm having is that I don't trust men. I have had 2 men since him that I've liked enough to date, but I can't allow myself to trust them, and I haven't been able to love them. I know there isn't a set formula as to how long it takes to love someone, but I feel apathetic towards any feelings of that nature. I want to be able to love, and I can't.
I am very young, I know, and I don't want anyone to respond saying anything along the lines of you're too young to have loved. I am seeking advice as to how to really let go of him. I know it's impossible to forget him entirely, but I want to know how to not care when someone brings him up. For the most part I am fine when left to connections my brain makes to him in everyday life. But it's when I run into someone from the past, when he and I were together, and they say "Hey, I heard you guys broke up," or "Isn't he engaged/married?" It's amazing how often you run into those people . . . It's a small world afterall . . .
So if anyone can give a young girl advice as to how to rid her mind from focusing on him after these encounters, please let me know.