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When 98% of the guys who message me on okcupid open with the line, “I just have to tell you that you’re beautiful” or “first of all, you’re beautiful” or “I’m sure you get this a lot, but you’re beautiful” or “I wanted to let you know that you’re beautiful.”

Trust me, kiddo. I know. 

And I hate the whole reverse negging that comes with a guy congratulating himself for reaching out to me because “I’m sure you get tons of messages.” Like I’m supposed to give him a pat on the back for being brave enough to reach out to me.

When I was a little girl, well-meaning relatives told me I was far too intimidating. Which really meant that for a guy to talk to me, he’d have to overcome the fact that I came off as someone who didn’t need somebody to reassure her of her inherent value. I even get messages from guys that say I’m intimidating or that I “look like a challenge.”

A little word to the wise for all the straight guys who read my blog: You don’t deserve a pat on the back for talking to a woman who seems like she has her shit together. You don’t deserve a pat on the back for talking a good-looking or intelligent or accomplished woman because doing so might be “hard” or might force you to oh, I don’t know, treat a woman like an equal. 

It’s just as misogynistic as telling a woman she’s “hot for a fat girl” or that “you don’t usually date girls who look like her” because it comes from the same place of wanting the woman to feel grateful that you gave her a chance. Trust me, you’re not doing me any favors by talking to me. 

The people I’ve been most attracted to were the ones who didn’t treat my achievements like a potential dealbreaker, who didn’t call me “intimidating” but instead called me fascinating or clever or exciting. 

This has been a rant.

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Current status.

I feel jetlagged after a trip of only 500 miles and after a plane, a bus and a half hour trudge through the snow, I can maybe take a nap.

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Tried anal beads for the first time last night.

Gob’s not on board.

greatestgifsofalltime:

BEES?!?

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I just complimented someone by saying their voice sounds like an aggressively sexy Gob Bluth. 

This blog is officially less of a sex blog and more of an awkward person who sometimes falls on genitalia blog.

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One of my exes likes to inform me of how well his current relationship is going. Which is, okay, great for him. Congratulations. That’s wonderful. 

We’re good enough friends that I guess it’s okay for him to tell me stuff. I care about him and I love him very dearly on another level than what was sort of previously appropriate. So, fine, he’s entitled.

But I’m really never totally sure how to respond. What the heck is the appropriate thing to say to someone in this sort of situation?

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It’s really funny, actually, the things that grow on you simply because you care for someone. And, beyond that, the things you actually start to like. It’s as if your mind is justifying the thing you can’t stand with the fact that it’s being performed by a person who manages to stand you. 

For instance, I used to not be able to handle snoring at all. If I heard it through a wall, I couldn’t sleep. But, I started dating someone who snored and tried my hardest to sleep through it because I was tired of flipping my poor bed-mate over in the night like a patty to try to stop the snoring. Sometimes, it worked. Sometimes, it made it worse.

And then one night I woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. I was covered in a cold sweat and as I came to and calmed down, all I heard was the snoring. And there was something incredibly comfortable about it. It was this reminder, beyond the feeling of warmth beside me, that I wasn’t alone. 

Now, I’m actually kind of comforted by snoring. I find it endearing.

But, no, I don’t think I’d ever, ever tolerate anyone who ate mayoneggs. That’s too fucking far.