VICTORIA HAS NO SECRET

Someone commented on one of my previous blogs and basically told me I must be young because all I do is write about boys when I really should be writing about more pressing issues. Now, I wasn’t offended by the comment, actually a little flattered, because in the same breath (or breath’s equal when it comes to typing… um… stroke?.. as in key) she also mentioned that my writing style was the BEST she’d ever read IN LIFE (or you know, something like that), but I was a little confused. I mean, what’s more pressing than boys?

I jest… of course. But in all seriousness, what would a typical reader of this blog consider a “pressing” topic for me to write about? I’m not the news. My name isn’t Anderson Cooper or Nancy Grace. Pretty much the only two names I know, that’s how much I am NOT the news. This is a personal blog, so I like to keep my entries related to my personal life. And seeing as I am a semi-young, single woman living in a decent size city, I tend to meet a lot of ehh, interesting men who just might happen to end up as a topic on my blog. Such is life.

This may all be moot anyways, nobody probably even reads this blog anymore anyways, or do they?

Beuller?

Let me preface this by saying that I am not opposed to explaining my ink to folks who show an interest in it. I’m a pretty approachable person despite the mean mug I carry sometimes. BUT if I’m already engaged in a conversation, than it’s not the best time to try and engage me in a whole nother conversation. Interject with one comment or question and then keep it moving OR wait until you see that I’m free to chat it up, then speak.  This one guy… he just didn’t quite get that he was being rude – and decided to come around tapping me on the shoulder while I’m already speaking to someone else…

him: *tap tap tap* I like your tattoos.
me: *turns around* Oh, thanks. *turns back around*
him: *tap tap tap* So… how many do you have?
me: *turns around* Um, a lot. *turns back around*
him: *tap tap tap* Oh, so what do they mean?

At this point I’m getting irritated. 

me: *turns around* They don’t mean anything. *turns back around*
him: *tap tap tap* Well… if they dont mean anything, why did you get them?
me: *turns around* Look, I don’t know. I just did. *turns back around*
him: *tap tap tap* Oh, well that’s not a very good reason.
me: *turns around* Yeah, I know. *turns back around*

Now, I was cool with the first two times he tapped me on the shoulder, after that my irritation level kept getting higher and higher. It took everything in me, not to be like “Guy, what is your problem?” And while I’m sure no one who reads my blog is rude enough to be that guy, please note when someone isn’t being responsive to your conversation and just walk away.

Sharing is caring. I got y’alls back.

I know I’m not the only one who gets asked stupid questions repeatedly. Like really, I can’t be the only one. Since I’m in a sharing mood, I’m going to share with y’all the ones I get the most. You ready?

1. “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”

This is probably my number one most annoying question. For one, do you want me to have one? Cause if I did, I wouldn’t be talking to you. And really, what are you expecting me to say? You want me to tell you I’m crazy? I have an odor problem? I get crazy jealous? Why can’t I just be a nice, normal girl who happens to be single and content?

My answer: “I just don’t.”

2. “What do you like to for fun?”

This may seem like a normal question, but it’s one of those questions that have infinite answers. You really want me to rattle off everything that I do for fun? Cause, I’m not. Even when I try to answer with a short simple question, I always get slapped with stupid question 2a. “That’s it?” and 2b. “What else?”.

My answer: “I just lay around and be lazy.”

3. “You have any other pretty friends that look like you?”

Now in all honesty, ALL my friends are beautiful, but NONE of them look like me. But even if they did, you’re still not going to meet them. What I look like going back to one of my homegirls talking about “Hey, this guy wants to meet you, he doesn’t know anything about you, except that you look like me.” BOY, STOP.

My answer: “Nuh uh, all my friends are ugly.”

4. “So, are you going to call me?”

Now, this question is really only stupid, if I’ve already told you that I’m not. I have on more than one occasion taken a number, but only after I prefaced it with “Fine, I’ll take your number, but I’m not going to call”. And that only comes after the whole “Can I get your number?” “No.” “Well, how about you take mine?” shuffle. You would think that after all of that a guy wouldn’t want to give you their number anymore, but nope, they still do. And right as you’re walking away, they hit you with the “So, are you going to call me?”

My answer: No words. I just turn, smile and continue to walk away.

5. “So, you don’t have ANY black in you?”

Like with #4, this one is dumb if you ask it just after I’ve explained to you that I’m half Korean and half White. Why would you even ask this? You think I forgot what I’m mixed with?

My answer: Now, what did I just say?