Archive | January 8, 2012

Manwhore’s Whores: Ugly, Uglier, Ugliest.

Before I tell you about Whore #8 I must tell you about a conversation that I had with Manwhore the night before I met Whore #8.

On Wednesday I sent Manwhore the following text message:

Good news. I’m not in love with you anymore.  I was thinking about it yesterday and realized that I’m just not feeling that way about you as much anymore.  I think seeing the types of women you bring over every night has helped.  [LL Cool Bean] has also helped me realize what I’ve been missing…real intimacy and you can’t give me what I need.  There is no point in chasing after something or someone who is basically a dead-end.

Yes, you read it right.  I finally made the giant leap from mushy love-struck pathetic girl to stand-up-for-my-own-needs honesty rocks girl.  He didn’t really comment on my revelation and breakthrough.  Come to find out, he was just saving it up for later.

That evening we were in the kitchen talking and he told me that my comment about the “types of women” he had been bringing over every night hurt his feelings and pissed him off.  Sorry buddy, but the truth hurts sometimes.

He admitted that he had been going a little overboard lately with the dating thing.  He even made it a point to tell me that he hadn’t slept with all of them.  That much I knew already.  He also said that he wasn’t used to dating women below his “level.”  He clarified this saying that until recently all the women who he has dated have been very pretty.  I’m not sure what “level” he thinks he is on, but it’s not as high up as he likes to think.

Hold on a minute.  Does he really believe that?  I’ve seen some of the women he has dated over the past two years and rarely have they been that attractive.  That’s the truth too, not just my biased opinion.  He then told me that he didn’t know if it was because he was getting older or what, but when he messages women on the (many) dating sites that he is on, he rarely gets responses.  The only messages he seems to be getting are from women who initiate contact with him, and to him they are below his level.  Yet he still goes out with them, or brings them home.

So, after that conversation I assumed he might try to find someone more to his liking and more on his “level.”  Not so, oh my God, that was so not the case.  Now I’d like to introduce you to Whore #8.

Whore #8

She came over the next night and when I saw her I instantly realized he had a serious problem.  It’s even more serious that I had thought.  Now even I know that people can’t help how they look, well, not completely.  There are things that can be done to make oneself more attractive.  Evidently she didn’t get that memo.  The first thing that came to mind when I saw her was “troll.”  I actually feel a little bad about that, but that was my honest to God first impression of her.

So if Manwhore realizes that he’s been excessively dating unattractive women, then why would he choose to bring Troll home?  What puzzled me even more was that he invited her over again the next night and had sex with her yet again.  At one point I walked into the living room on my way to the kitchen and they were making out on the couch.  Yuck.  I did not need to see that.

He then flew off to see the Bitch early Saturday morning.  You probably remember her as the one he called the “love of his life” and then after she milked him dry, she sent him back here broke and brokenhearted.  He’s kept in touch with her via text message since he moved back here last spring.  I’ll admit I’m curious to hear how his trip went.  I’m guessing it will not be a very fulfilling one for him.

For all his bitching and moaning about not being able to get over her, he doesn’t seem to be doing anything about it.  I just wanted to tell him that going up there is definitely not going to help him get over her.  Then again, he doesn’t listen to me so why bother.  Live and let live.

Happy humping!

Welcome to the Whorehouse.

Welcome to the Whorehouse.  Maybe I should change the title of my blog to that.  It would be extremely fitting given my current living situation here with Manwhore, not to mention the city’s reputation.  He’s not the only whore in the Crazy-house though. (I’ve affectionately named our place the Crazy-house.)

I’ve been doing a bit of whoring of my own lately.  It all started the first week I was here.  I had started talking to a man on Plenty of Fish and found him very attractive and interesting.  I was looking at his pictures on the app on my phone when Manwhore came in.  He asked what I was looking at and I told him a little about the guy.  He said, “Let me see his picture.  I think I may know him.”  I showed him the guy’s picture and he did know the guy.  In fact he had known him since they were teenagers.  Well this was an unexpected situation.

I never would have thought that I might end up talking and/or dating a guy who Manwhore already knew.  Manwhore was all for me going out with the guy and said he was really nice.  I decided to give the guy a chance.  Since they already knew one another I asked him if he would like to stop by after he got off work and say hello to Manwhore.

The night that he was supposed to come by Manwhore had one of his women over.  This was Whore #3.  She’s the one who got sick and almost puked in his truck the next time she came over.  When my friend, BBD, came in the door, Whore #3 kind of gave me a dirty look.  I’m not sure why.  He and I hung out in my room for a while and talked until he had to leave.

I saw him a couple more times after that, but then one day I got a text from him.  It said that he was busy at work and had a lot going on in his life right now.  He also said that I shouldn’t wait around for him.  I took this as either he didn’t want to see me any more or he had met someone else.  That’s fine.  I moved on.

I went out on a few more dates with other people, but none of them seemed to be what I was looking for.

Then one day I had set up a lunch date with someone I had messaged on  I stupidly stood him up.  It wasn’t completely on purpose.  I forgot and had a migraine that morning.  Luckily for me he forgave me and we set up another time to meet.  This time I managed to make it there, almost on time.  He turned out to be really nice and a gentleman.  Yes, I said a gentleman.  There aren’t many of those left these days, but I managed to find one right in the heart of New Orleans.

I don’t want to tell you too much about him now because I’m going to have to dedicate a whole post to him.  For now though, I’ll at least tell you that he will be called LL Cool Bean.  😉

There’s more to come about Manwhore’s whores too!

Happy humping!