I got scared...

If another man ever says to me 'i got scared', I might be tempted to cut his balls up, marinate them in his pool of blood and feed them to the lions. 

Human kind has seen growth over the years. Man has seen none. They are still not reluctant to use the oldest, lamest excuse in the book...'I got scared'.  If you're going to use an excuse, I at least expect a bit of creativity. Maybe they just saw the Sex and the City movie where Big calls of the wedding because he got scared...after 10 years.


'It's not that I don't like you but I don't want to hurt you and give you the wrong impression'. This was his excuse for not messaging or reply to messages. Why can't men just communicate properly. Is that asking too much? This particular guy claimed to have never had a relationship (which I completely believe based on his attitude) and never hooking up. 


There must be something in the water in this town, surely, because he reminds me of my ex, which is why we broke up. A lot of contradiction in what he said and his behaviour.


'If you think I don't want a boyfriend, it's not true.  Sometimes I feel sad that I don't have one'. 
People like you don't deserve one. You'll just use them, abuse them and leave them emotionally tangled in a web they can't get out of. 


If you really want a partner then perhaps you should change your attitude and start giving people a chance and not writing them off after the first date. Give people the benefit of the doubt. Put your penis on a leash and let the mind do the talking for a minute. Maybe you'll find some common ground.


I'm so fed up with men in this town. They behave like children. Maybe that's because most of them still live at home until they are 30-35. Maybe they don't know how to behave like adults since they are still being pampered at home. 

Grow up!


*melocoton*

My Vagina is Depressed!

Or at least it´s feeling a little blue. Maybe it´s because I spent a little too much time in the sun today and my skin has now taken on a darker more painful shade of pink, or maybe it´s simply because it´s the month of august. Tourist season has now reached its peak and the catalans have flewn the city for their summer houses in the mountains or up the coast. Do you not get as much action from the tourists as you do from the natives you now ask yourselves. The answer is no. Why not? Well I´m sure it´s a possibility, it´s not like picking up a drunken vacationing northern European is considered a challenge by yours truly. However, call me crazy but, there´s something I find unappealing about these loud, pale and pasty looking, drunken men in FBI* t-shirts who seem to have checked common sense and manners at the passport control in their home country. What is it about the concept of vacation that somehow indicates it´s fully allowed to behave like a drooling cave man non stop for a week? In fact, the more I think about it, no wonder my vagina is depressed! It´s fucking august! Bring on september and bring home those slutty catalan boys who knows how to get you laid properly, si us plau!


*(Female Body Inspector) I know, it´s funny isn´t it? Genious! Heh heh heheh heheh… ( I don´t know, I can´t get my Beavis and Butthead laugh quite right.)

xxCorazón

The Slut Factor

First off, a very Happy New Year from both of us! Hope you found someone magical to kiss at midnight. We unfortunately did not. I spent the countdown with my dear friend while we trashed our exes and all the horrible dates we had in 2010 while trying to be hopeful of the year to come. This is the year to unleash your inner Slut.  

Do you ever wonder how some people can just put it out there? First it starts with eye contact, then a passionate kiss followed by waking up next to a guy you don’t remember taking home. In fact you wonder if he was the one you started kissing to begin with. How is it that being a slut comes so easy to some people and yet so difficult for others. To retract...sometimes there is no eye contact. Some people just grab the first person they see...especially as the night goes on. I’m not endorsing being a slut but the fact of the matter is that on this journey of finding true love, a life partner or whatever else you want to call it, the more people you see the more favourable your chances. And if you’re single in a cosmopolitan town like Barcelona why shouldn’t you sleep around with everything that moves until you find the one?! Is that bad strategy. It brings me back to when my grade 5 teacher taught me the basics of probability. If you don’t play the game, you have no chance of winning. This city is so sex driven so what’s wrong with taking a piece of it. It’s just sex..and if it comes with cosmopolitans then even better!

In a city with 1.5million inhabitants, the odds are against you. Now boarding...the slut train! 

^^melocoton^^