no, he got me the porsche, when what i really wanted was a bmw to match the roses in the front yard of my 9000 square foot guest house.GinSoakedGirl wrote:I figure that if he was saying nasty and hurtful things to you (even if he doesn't mean it) and wouldn't stop when asked politely over several months then you were allowed to make a scene. It's not like you threw a hissy fit because your sugar daddy wouldn't buy you a new Porsche is it?
i've turned into a psychotic bitch.
Moderators: Oggar, Badfellow, Mr Boozificator, Artful Drunktective, mistah willies, NYDingbat, oettinger, Judge
-
- Hooching Like Hemingway
- Posts: 3906
- Joined: Thu Apr 03, 2003 10:51 am
- Location: The Carolina Wilderness
- Contact:
You know, when you're not the target of a psycho bitch's rage it's actually pretty funny.
"Preacher! Go on down and get me some bourbon. J. T. S. Brown. No ice, no glass."
- Paul Newman, The Hustler
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/141203 ... F8&s=books
- Paul Newman, The Hustler
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/141203 ... F8&s=books
What an arsehole!ParsleyNicRosemaryAndTime wrote:no, he got me the porsche, when what i really wanted was a bmw to match the roses in the front yard of my 9000 square foot guest house.GinSoakedGirl wrote:I figure that if he was saying nasty and hurtful things to you (even if he doesn't mean it) and wouldn't stop when asked politely over several months then you were allowed to make a scene. It's not like you threw a hissy fit because your sugar daddy wouldn't buy you a new Porsche is it?
"Spiny norman wins on the bizzare terror stakes, if you haven't been stared at by a 40-foot hedgehog, you haven't lived." - Saltandgin
"Every time you don't get loaded, the terrorists win." - massivedrunk
WWDJFD?
"Every time you don't get loaded, the terrorists win." - massivedrunk
WWDJFD?
Speaking of sugar daddies, I'm reminded of a story.
A few years ago I'm at the local, and a guy sits down a couple of barstools away. Young guy, late 20's, maybe early 30's. He orders a beer and a shot of cheap tequila. Slams the tequila and gets 3 more in the span of about 10 minutes. Whatever, good for him, I'm thinking.
Then, he starts sobbing, literally crying in his beer. Now I don't know about you, but I don't often come across weeping dudes at my locals.
For some reason, I ask the bartender to get him another tequila on my tab. He thanks me, slams it, and we get to talking.
He's crying because his woman left him. She took off for Europe with some other guy, never to return. What a cunt, right? This guy is literally sobbing the entire time we're talking.
I find out she was an older woman, in her 50's, which I thought was unusual. Not making any statements here, it's just that I don't know too many guys in their late 20's who date 50 year-old women.
Anyhoo, we keep talking, and I'm trying to be nice and buy him another tequila, all the while he's crying, woe is me, the whole thing.
She did leave him, but listen to this: She left him a checking account in his name with a balance of approximately $200,000. She left him a 28 ft sailboat docked in a slip at the Coronado Yacht Club, and she left him a house in Phoenix.
That's right, dude had a sugar momma!
I stopped feeling sorry for him.
I don't know if what he told me is true, but somehow, through all the sobbing, crying, and weeping I believed him.
I want a sugar momma, but I fear I'm too old now.
A few years ago I'm at the local, and a guy sits down a couple of barstools away. Young guy, late 20's, maybe early 30's. He orders a beer and a shot of cheap tequila. Slams the tequila and gets 3 more in the span of about 10 minutes. Whatever, good for him, I'm thinking.
Then, he starts sobbing, literally crying in his beer. Now I don't know about you, but I don't often come across weeping dudes at my locals.
For some reason, I ask the bartender to get him another tequila on my tab. He thanks me, slams it, and we get to talking.
He's crying because his woman left him. She took off for Europe with some other guy, never to return. What a cunt, right? This guy is literally sobbing the entire time we're talking.
I find out she was an older woman, in her 50's, which I thought was unusual. Not making any statements here, it's just that I don't know too many guys in their late 20's who date 50 year-old women.
Anyhoo, we keep talking, and I'm trying to be nice and buy him another tequila, all the while he's crying, woe is me, the whole thing.
She did leave him, but listen to this: She left him a checking account in his name with a balance of approximately $200,000. She left him a 28 ft sailboat docked in a slip at the Coronado Yacht Club, and she left him a house in Phoenix.
That's right, dude had a sugar momma!
I stopped feeling sorry for him.
I don't know if what he told me is true, but somehow, through all the sobbing, crying, and weeping I believed him.
I want a sugar momma, but I fear I'm too old now.
I thought if I ever got married again it would be for money. In three months I'm marrying a single mom who is as poor as a church mouse. I'm marrying for love. I'm such an idiot.JohnnyTequila wrote:
I want a sugar momma, but I fear I'm too old now.
Drink your fucking drink, how about that? Stop the fuckin' presses, isn't it genius??
Casino
Casino
I've been called an idiot for far less by bigger idiots, so thank you muchly.JohnnyTequila wrote:Mayhem wrote:I'm marrying for love. I'm such an idiot.
I didn't say it. You did.
Anyway, Good Luck to the both of yous, I mean it.
Cheers.
Drink your fucking drink, how about that? Stop the fuckin' presses, isn't it genius??
Casino
Casino
he doesn't believe in counseling.DrDrinkBastard wrote:Nic, the escalation can only go south. Get some couples counseling.
anyway, he got the point. he has promised to stop fucking with me. i told him if he needs to decompress after work, i don't require him to come home right away. things are in motion, but it seemed that i needed to go to extremes for him to see that his words and actions affect me deeply.
i drank my bourbon and made him nachos.
This counts. I don't believe in counselling--either people get their shit together or they don't. Getting your point across is important, and as long as there are lessons learned and remembered, great job.ParsleyNicRosemaryAndTime wrote:he doesn't believe in counseling.DrDrinkBastard wrote:Nic, the escalation can only go south. Get some couples counseling.
anyway, he got the point. he has promised to stop fucking with me. i told him if he needs to decompress after work, i don't require him to come home right away. things are in motion, but it seemed that i needed to go to extremes for him to see that his words and actions affect me deeply.
i drank my bourbon and made him nachos.
I hope you smiled when you hit yourself, because my ex just put on a pissy, ugly monkeyface when she cut herself and it was all I could do to not laugh at her while I wrestled her down and dialed 911.
Monkeyfaces are always funny.
i did smile, and asked him if he wanted to take a shot while i was at it. i laughed in my head.DrDrinkBastard wrote:This counts. I don't believe in counselling--either people get their shit together or they don't. Getting your point across is important, and as long as there are lessons learned and remembered, great job.ParsleyNicRosemaryAndTime wrote:he doesn't believe in counseling.DrDrinkBastard wrote:Nic, the escalation can only go south. Get some couples counseling.
anyway, he got the point. he has promised to stop fucking with me. i told him if he needs to decompress after work, i don't require him to come home right away. things are in motion, but it seemed that i needed to go to extremes for him to see that his words and actions affect me deeply.
i drank my bourbon and made him nachos.
I hope you smiled when you hit yourself, because my ex just put on a pissy, ugly monkeyface when she cut herself and it was all I could do to not laugh at her while I wrestled her down and dialed 911.
Monkeyfaces are always funny.