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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!

Manwhore’s Whores: Stuck on repeat

Whore # 1 (returns)

I got home from my Christmas visit with the family on the 26th, the Monday after Christmas.  What do you think I came home to?  Yep.  Another whore, but this time it was a repeat whore.  According to Manwhore, Whore #1 showed up on his doorstep that morning saying that she was jobless, homeless, and had shipped her daughter to stay with her godmother in another state.  Why she didn’t go with her daughter, I do not know or understand.

Never mind all of that.  I walked in and saw this woman.  At the time I didn’t know who she was, just that she was another of Manwhore’s whores.  I later described her to my sister via text message.

Me:  Seriously!? Another ugly whore is Continue reading

My favorite post of 2011

Happy New Year boys and girls!  A new year has begun, but before the sun rises on the new year I’d like to present to you my favorite post of 2011.

As always, happy humping all year long!

In Love With Being a Slut

Depending on your definition of slut, I’m a slut.  I like The Reformed Slut’s post about the definitions of the term slut.   I also agree with her that the Urban Dictionary’s definition is the most accurate,  “a woman with the morals of a man.”  Since my birth into sluttiness many moons ago I have been told that I think and act like a man when it comes to sex.  I never took this as an insult.  I take pride in the fact that I love sex and treat it as both a beautiful and necessary part of life.  Moreover, I never plan on becoming a “reformed slut.”

I consider one advantage of being a slut is the joy of experiencing sex with a variety of  partners.  This gives way to sexual exploration into all types of fetishes, likes, dislikes, techniques, ages, sizes, races and creeds.

I’ve had the pleasure of exploring the sexual rainbow:  younger, older, larger, smaller, white, black, Asian, Hispanic, Native American, cut, uncut, Christian, Jewish, Buddhist, Atheist, rich, poor, married, single, dominant, submissive, highly educated, poorly educated, morons, geniuses, hot, average, below-average, male, female, straight, gay, bisexual, cross-dressers, sexually wild and sexually restrained.  Wow, that just brought back a flood of memories.  I think I need a drink now.

Overall I’ve learned that there is no such thing as normal when it comes to sex.  Being a slut is a state of mind, not necessarily a certain set of actions or behaviors.

Live your life and enjoy what God gave us, the wonderful act of sex.  Just be safe and have fun.

Happy humping!

Manwhore’s Whores: They not nuns, they hoes.

Welcome to the whorehouse.  We’re open from 5pm to 4am 7 days a week.  We’re currently running a special for those of you who are alcoholics.

Thus far Manwhore has had four five women over to the apartment.  It’s hard to keep up with them all so I’ve decided to blog about them.  😉  Here is a synopsis of each.  Oh, and I’m guessing this will become a continuing series of posts seeing as how Manwhore shows no signs of slowing down his dating marathon.

Whore #1

The first was before I even moved my stuff into the apartment.  She was a woman that he had never even met before and had only talked to online, via text, and on the phone.  She called him the night before I was supposed to get here and said that the man who she had been staying with got very aggressive and she and her daughter had to leave because they were afraid of him.  Now first of all, why was she on a dating site in the first place if she was already living with a man?  I’m guessing his anger management problems may have had something to do with finding out she was on a dating site.  Either way Manwhore felt sorry for her and told her she and her daughter could come here and stay, indefinitely.

When he first sent me the text telling me about the situation I was livid and looking for my bullets.  I hadn’t even moved in yet and he was moving one of his whores in, with her kid nonetheless!  I know I’m Continue reading

Nothing but the truth

Well here it is folks, the beginning of the next chapter of my life.  I’ve avoided posting this post like the plague, but I feel I can’t wait any longer.  Ugh.  I’m getting nauseous just thinking about posting this.

Anyway, I have finally finished moving, again.  The apartment that I found is a huge and beautiful apartment in a house that was built in the 1800’s.  It has fireplaces, wood floors, and 20 foot ceilings with chandeliers in each room.  I even have a balcony overlooking one of the best streets in New Orleans.  I’m definitely going to enjoy that come Mardi Gras. 🙂

That’s the good part, now for the bad part.  The bad part is that I’m having to hunt for a job ASAP, and I didn’t get my trike moped.  Well, those are two of the bad parts.  Another bad part is that I had to pay a price for this great apartment.  I have a roommate.  Now, at this point I could either avoid telling you the whole truth of the matter, or I could just flat-out lie, but I’m a terrible liar.  Instead I’m just going to go full-out and tell the complete truth.  You’re probably not going to like it.  I’m fairly certain that you’re going to think I’ve lost my mind completely.  Don’t be too quick to judge though.  I have my reasons for doing what I have done, even if they have become a bit fuzzy since I moved in here.

I have a roommate.  My roommate’s name is, drum roll please, Manwhore!  (I told you I dreaded posting this.)  I bet that wasn’t what you were expecting.  I wasn’t expecting it either, but as usual I did something without completely thinking things through first.  Now don’t misunderstand, I did think long and hard about it, but I just couldn’t get past the part where I’d be living in the best neighborhood in possibly the coolest city in the South.  I’m a sucker for a great location.  So shoot me.

I know you probably think I’m completely insane at this point, but please hear me out.  First of all, Manwhore and I discussed this in great detail before actually moving in together.  We tried to plan for any issues that may come up later on, and we both agreed that just being friends and roommates is the best thing for us now.  He knows how I feel about him and vice versa.  We are great friends, we both care about one another, and in a city this big it’s nice to know that I have someone watching my back.

Is it the perfect living situation?  No, of course not.  Is my relationship with Manwhore a severely dysfunctional one?  Definitely.  Will it eventually blow up like my sister keeps telling me it will?  Probably.  Has any of that deterred me from staying here?  Nope.

Now that I’ve dropped the bomb about my living with Manwhore I can move on to posting about some of the women he has brought home so far.  It has become painfully obvious that his taste in women sucks.  I guess that’s why he can’t commit to me.  I’m too good for him.  LOL  You should see some of the trash that he’s brought home so far.  Anyway, more on that later.

Don’t worry, I’ve had a few conquests of my own that I need to tell you about. 😉  Right now I’m headed up to my sister’s to babysit my nephew tomorrow.  Have a great weekend!

Happy humping!