Monday, March 19, 2012

24 Year Olds

Apparently everyone with whom there is a mutual attraction is 24 years old. Yep, 24 years old. It doesn't matter that you're 33 (almost 34). You meet someone and hit it off and then find out that they are, in fact, the fantastical, magical age of 24.

You can be flattered that you're attracting 24 year olds and smugly move on with that knowledge or you can go ahead and let it be taken to another level. CCBs would be wise to choose the latter but we go typically choose the former. Of course. Why not? It could end well. MAYBE!

They're just so darn cute so it's really OK.

You become convinced that they are mature for their age despite them still being in school, living at home, constantly playing video games, and leaving their shit strewn around your place.

But really, he is getting his shit together. Really! He said so in his intellectual ramblings in between his puffs from the joint.

Sex is all fine and good for a few weeks. The only area where he actually does act like a man. But after a little while you'll come to realize that you're tired of babysitting and so you're forced to send him back home, permanently. Bai little one!

Monday, January 30, 2012

The Library Thinks I am Fat



I learned today that my borrowing privileges at the library have once again been suspended. Whoop tee do. And this time—perhaps because it happened so close to the last time, which was 2 weeks ago—it wasn’t just hurtful. I have to admit that it was also a little eye opening. I realized that I am not a good listener.

I knew the suspension was coming. Their automated system warned me a few days ago with the usual email that provides some info about why they hate me including the name of the offending book. Despite this courtesy, though, I found myself offended and shocked (as always) when I received the suspension notice.

I am a selective listener
I only hear what I want to hear. And out of the things I hear, I only believe the parts I want to believe. And then inside of the parts I hear AND believe is a smaller select group of things I will actually do something about. So, about 1/3 of 100% equals 33.something, minus probably half, equals .... wha?

The amount of things I act on is a small complex number that is unknown because it requires dividing odd fractional numbers by 2s. I don’t do that.

I use selective listening in many aspects of my life. Obviously with libraries and loans, but also with things like dating. Which is probably why I am single and no one wants to take me on dates. Well that, and the fact that I am fat. But I find in dating, I often ignore comments that do not support what I want.

Stop yelling.
You criticize me too much.
I wish you would stop badmouthing my friends.
Let’s do something besides watch tv.
Let’s talk about something besides tv.
Do you even like me?
This is not working.
I would like to date other people.
I am dating other people.
I have a girlfriend and she is not you.
You’re fat.


Bliss
Selective listening can sound like a bad thing, but by using it in dating, I have ultimate control and I can have the exact relationship that I want to have. This is one in which my boyfriend is in fact my boyfriend and he loves me and wants to have sex with only me forever and always despite how fat I am, and he also wants to spend all kinds of time doing fun things with me like planning our tv schedule for the next 24 hours, or however far the onscreen Comcast Guide will take us. Plus I am always right.

To achieve this high standard of relationship quality, I simply filter out anything I see or hear that does not support the relationship I wish to have.

O-M-G
With selective listening, anything my boyfriend does to contradict this picture of bliss—anything that makes it through my filter, that is—hits me out of the blue and is therefore confusing, hurtful, shocking, and way unfair.

Because of this obvious injustice, I can then get mad and blow up his phone and email leaving messages filled with curse words. I can also gain the pity of all of my friends, and sometimes even his friends, or at least the ones who weren’t already avoiding me. If I see him out in public, I can throw fits and everyone will support me because I am right. It does not matter what he said before. Those comments do not exist because I did not hear them and therefore any references to them are LIES. ALL LIES.

I learned this from my boyfriends
I am not the only one in my relationships who uses selective listening. My boyfriends also use selective listening. Their reasoning is a little different from mine, though, and is for selfish purposes. They use selective listening because they just don’t give a shit about what I have to say. (But it’s ok, I didn’t hear that, la la.) MINE is because I am self centered and busy thinking about what I want truly love them and want what is best for both of us.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Kewl Chicks



CCBs are the kewlest chicks around!

We are fun, attractive, fit, witty, sexy...you name it! And most importantly, we don't have any needs. That's right guys, we have NO needs (a.ka. expectations, a.k.a. demands). We are whimsical and spontaneous and we are there for YOU!

Picture: Attractive chick laughing at your lame jokes while handing you a beer that she was able to open using her vagina.

You can act however you want, do whatever you want. We'll always leave the door wide open for you. COME ON IN! Here, I made you a key! Hungry?

You want to hang out? Great!
You don't want to hang out? Great!
You don't want anything serious? EW, NEITHER DO I!
You enjoy farting? OMG, ME TOO!
Headaches!? What are those? We are open like 7-11, baby!

Seriously, it's those other chicks you need to worry about. The wolves in sheepskin clothing. A.K.A., the bitches that pretend they are cool with the situation and then BAM, they begin demanding where you both stand, why you aren't spending more time together, [insert more nagging BS here].

CCBs would never pull that kind of silly stunt with you. We totally won't mess with your freedom to be 'wid ur boyz' or see other 'bitchez.' We will ignore ALL the red flags (even and especially the ones where you don't follow through with plans and ignore us) and continue merrily along.

You can count your sweet farty ass on that!

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Once you go black...



Um no, stupid ass. I'm talking about elastic, which helloooo, is the new black. I guess I should be more specific for you perverted fucks and sacrifice any creative license. Once you go ELASTIC, you never go back. There, happy?

Oh, I used to do regular waist pants. I've been around that block more times than I care to count. But then I woke up and realized ::thump:: [brick hitting me in the face] that shit was never going to change. Regular waist pants would always be regular waist pants. And if you think you've somehow found the unicorn of regular waist pants, look again. Surprise ::smash:: [your brick] they are still regular waist pants.

Wake the fuck up. Accept reality, bitches. You can't ifs ands or buts them into anything else.
  • If only the waistband had a little give. Um, aka, if only it could... stretch? I don't care how much "give" it has, if it's got a button, a zipper, or any other kind of closing contraption hardware, they are still regular waist pants. And if they don't have those things, then guess what. Yeah, you got it--those bitches are elastic.
  • If only I could lose 5 pounds. Yeah, lots of things would be awesome if only you and I and the WHOLE FUCKING WORLD could just lose 5 pounds. But come on, lose that shit for yourself, not for some stinking pants that don't care whether you're coming or going. And fyi, even if you do lose 5 pounds, they will still be regular waist pants, and therefore uncomfortable by their very nature. Thin buys you many things, but not lasting comfort in regular waist pants.
  • If only I weren't pre-menstrual. Sure, you and every guy you have ever known wish for that. Sorry to break it to you, but there are only two states of being for women: menstrual and pre-menstrual. There is no non-menstrual. So this "if only" bullshit isn't getting you anywhere. Unless of course you've gone through menopause, in which case you are now a man and you can wear whatever the fuck you want (and welcome to a whole new world, by the way!).
  • And and and. And nothing. Stop being such a whore.
Yes, regular waist pants are hot. Check. They are refined. Check check. They are classy. Check check check. They come in all kinds of complex shapes and sizes and styles and cuts that STILL GIVE YOU GAS AND CUT OFF YOUR CIRCULATION CHECKCHECKCHECKFUCKINGCHECK.

It's just not natural. Clothes should allow your body to exist as it truly is, allowing it to move and grow and change, without holding this part in or making you feel like that part is wrong. Clothes shouldn't be telling your body what to do. Noooo that's not right. Your body tells CLOTHES what to do.

You've got to know when to hold em. Know when to fold em. Know when to walk away. Know when to run. (Thank you, Kenny, I admire the elastic in your face).

The regular waist isn't something you have to conform to or conquer. You win by just walking away. You are good enough for the regular waist. The problem here is: the regular waist isn't good enough for YOU.




Wednesday, January 11, 2012

What's hot: Part deuce


Rescuing cats is always a CCB's priority as well as keeping returned foster cats (hence the 2 + 2 cats I currently have).

Speaking of cats, vacuuming cat hair with your powerful vacuum cleaner is a form of therapy and a healthy form of control over your life.

Speaking of vacuuming, finding new things to clean is IN (i.e. the crack between the sliding door, under the couches, WALLS).

Speaking of cleaning, gently used paper towels are a must. Get Viva or Bounty and those babies can last longer than CCBs' boyfriends! Just rinse with hot water and set aside for future use. The paper towels, not the boyfriends, stupid.

Cats and cleaning aside, 80s movies and music is HAWT! CCBs tend to reminisce about the good ole' days. And by 'good ole days', I mean we filter out all the crap so that the past is oh so rosy! Just like with my ex. Wait, why did we break up again!?

::FRANTICALLY CALLING HIM NOW::

Ok, he's still drunk and just cussed me out, again. Anyway...

Dystopian future young adult novels are ridiculously hot and reading them in your bleach stained, slightly holey PJ bottoms, with a heater fan nearby, makes for some of the most blissful times. Sigh.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

He's just not that into you...OR IS HE!?

He's Just Not That Into You

CCBs will ignore this rule and date anyone! Yea, that's right. Because if they think we're pretty, they have a chance.

Excerpt from "He's Just Not That Into You"
Gigi: So, what, now I'm just supposed to run from every guy who doesn't like me?
Alex: Yeah.
Gigi: There's not gonna be anybody left.
Some days later...
Gigi: Hello?
Alex: Oh, hey, you're home.
Gigi: Where am I supposed to be?
Alex: Out, maybe? It's Saturday night.
Gigi: You won't let me go out with guys who don't like me. It's kind of limiting.


Oh and you can be sure that we will read signs into everything! EVERYTHING!!! Because every single thing means SOME thing.

Another favorite excerpt:
Alex: Hey, thanks for staying and helping me clean up. I really gotta go to bed, though.
Gigi: Is that an invitation?
Alex: What?
[Gigi laughs]
Gigi: Oh, God, that was cheesy. Oh, I'm not good at this.
Alex: What?
[Gigi reaches over to kiss him]
Alex: Hey.
Gigi: Oh, yes. I knew it. The best relationships grow out of friendships.
Alex: Wait, wait, wait. Gigi.
Wait, wait, wait.
Gigi: What?
Alex: Now you and I are in a relationship?
Gigi: Well, I'd say if we're not at relationship station-ship...we're at least on the track.
Alex: And why exactly would you think that?
Gigi: Because of the signs.
Alex: Really, like what?
Gigi: Like, it was good to hear from me...and you talked to me even when you were with a girl...and I felt something.
Alex: Oh, man. What are you talking about? Gigi, what have I been saying since I met you? If a guy wants to date you, he will make it happen, okay? He will ask you out. Did I ask you out?
Gigi: No.
Alex: Why would you do this? Oh, shit. Why do women do this? Build up this stuff in their minds...take each little thing a guy does, and then twist it into something else? It's insane.


Yea, "insane." Sounds about right.
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Monday, January 9, 2012

What's hot, part I




What's hot in 2012? Christmas trees. And three years ago I decided to leave mine up all year. These things are guy magnets--they are almost as hot as cats that need regular insulin shots. It's ridiculous, really, how predictable men are around them--the look of joyful surprise, then the approach followed by the study... In the midst of the rush, I do try to explain that it's not really a Christmas tree and that it's just a tree that I use to hang things on--I don't want them to learn this later and feel embarrassed for all the slobbering--but they don't care.

Not a lot of dates get to see the tree, though. The tree, in fact, is one of the reasons I'm very careful about having dates over. Aside from not knowing what to do with them (do they want to watch tv? what channel? can they hear it? is it too loud? coffee water alcohol? will they think I'm trying to get them drunk? do they need to use the bathroom? when are they leaving? should I ask or stand by the door? SHOULD I PLUG IN THE TREE??), I like to be a woman of mystery and keep some cards in my pocket. I don't want to show all the good stuff up front and give them the impression that I'm some cool ass chick--middle aged divorcee WITH a Christmas tree, hello, ch-ching-- only to disappoint them with my humanity later on. [You found me out. I am a real female person. I grocery shop, my body produces fat cells, and I like tv. Can I have yours? I am truly sorry.]

So the apartment, and thus the Christmas tree, are generally off limits to all but platonic friends. Well, and one guy I dated two years ago. But I was really drunk that time and thought it would be fun to paint ornaments.

Oh yeah, that. Ornaments. Painting ornaments might be hot in 2012, we'll see.

But anyway, what IS hot in 2012? Christmas trees. When the cats out of the bag, who needs milkshakes? My Christmas tree brings all the boys to the yard, hi.

I. find. youuu!

A CCB will always date guys that say they don't want anything serious. Oh, but we know better. Oh yea.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

UGH. Does he like me or not???

I am going to my sister's house today and I'm on the fence about whether I should bring my ipad or iphone, and if I do, if I should let my nephew know I have them on me. I hate to sound needy but I'm beginning to think that's all he's interested in.

I guarantee he'll be asking about them within 10 minutes of seeing me. Will he ask about my day or week, or comment on how nice my hair looks? Hell no. He's going to start talking about himself and whatever stupid shirt he's wearing. And then he's going to start pointing at random shit. And when he's done telling me about the random shit, he's going to want to look at vid-os of robots and power rangers and take pictures. I'm not stupid, I know exactly what that means.

When we first became friends, I was happy to share my stuff and even encourage the interest because I thought we were spending quality time together, exploring these things TWO-GETHER, the two of us. But then I began to see that he doesn't give a shit about which spiderman video I want to watch, or what dinosaur or strawberry donut pictures I want to look at. It's all about him. And now I'm starting to wonder if our sharing is actually just him using me. Are you beginning to understand my conundrum?

The easy solution is to stop offering up the i-goods, right? Because if I do that and he still pays attention to me, that would mean he likes me. At the same time, I hate to not offer them up, because I do enjoy our i-time, and then I'd just be punishing myself. And who wants to play games anyway? He either likes me or he doesn't. The absence or presence of i-stuff isn't going to change that.

He HAS to like me, though. I mean, ok, he is always willing to give me hugs. I do have to ask for them, but he always complies even when his mom isn't watching. And he's always super happy to sit beside me. We do often end up looking at the ipad when sitting together, but I don't think that is the ONLY thing generating his desire for the sitfests. And when it's picture taking time, he does sometimes include me in the photoshoots. He usually wants to be in all of the pictures, and he wants to be in front, and I am only included after he's taken 56 pictures of himself, BUT still--he wants me in the photos. Why would he want me to be in pictures with him if he didn't like me? Especially when he knows I'm going to post them on Facebook where EVERYONE will see. Plus--he always shares his potato chips with me. Even though I am the one who first brings him the potato chips, at his request, and sure, maybe the ones he hands me have already been in his mouth, in his brother's mouth, or on the floor. Still, he does hand them to me voluntarily without me asking, which means he wants to take care of me.

When a guy feeds you, that means he likes you, right?

Friday, January 6, 2012

Ima Cutter





Noooo not like that, stupid. (Not that there's anything wrong with that?) I like to cut things OUT. Like pictures. From magazines and newspapers and other stuff. Hello. Look at all my awesome pictures. You want a fish? Oh I got your fish. Rabbits? I see three. Flowers? Um, tattoo or real? You're gonna need to be more specific. Numbers, letters, stars, DOMINOES. Holy crap! And there's lots more where that came from.

What do I do with all these? I glue them on shit. Anytime I need a picture to glue, I can flip through my pages here and find the perfect thing. Shapes with lots of air and space, bam. Filled in shapes, colorful shapes, b-BAM. Shapes with lines, shapes with curves, block shapes, roundy shapes, BAM BAMBAMMABM-BAM BAM! I have it. And after tomorrow, they will all be bound in a 3-ring binder, courtesy of my sister who always has all the school supplies, uh huh.

So, yeah, I am good at cutting things out. But it's not all skill. For quality cuts, you also need the right hardware, and I have definitely lucked out in that department. When I am holding my scissors, I feel like one lucky girl. I had a hair dresser once who loved his scissors, he told me so the first time we met. I had never heard anyone say this before, but OMG I knew exactly how he felt. "I love my scissors, too!!!"...

This magic moment, so different and so new, was like any other, until I met you. And then it happened, it took me by surprise, I knew that you felt it too, I could see it by the look in your eyes.... sweeter than wine, la la la la la

And then it was ON.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Mystery is sick

Not sure why but Mystery has been feeling under the weather today. She didn't even come to get her breakfast and she is NOT one to miss a meal so I knew something was up.

Here is the picture I took of her sick face


She's such an expressive kitty! To show you just how much, I've uploaded some more pics.

The many faces of Mystery...

Startled


Excited (perched on her new cat tree)

A closer look at the excitement


Serious


Giddy


Seductive


Her giddy look is my favorite so I canvas-ized it


Btw, Ambrina strongly believes I favor her over my other 1 + 2 cats but that's NOT true. Mystery is just a princess-babydoll-loveybutt-munchkin-babyface-bunny who needs a lil extra attention. Anyone that thinks otherwise really needs to get A LIFE.

Dating in the 21st Century in America


All CCBs will know what this picture means but for those that aren't one, YET, this picture represents rose (or sex) colored glasses, which we all seem to wear while dating/sexing.

This post elaborates more on #3 of Ambrina's post below. I originally wrote this for a friend who was getting back into the dating world and so wanted to give her a heads up of my experiences the last several years. To list some types, for which to look out. By the way, most of the ‘examples’ used here are not examples at all but what has actually happened. If you're a CCB, you will likely recognize most of these. This is by no means a comprehensive list of all the types so feel free to add any of your own in the comments section below.

The Name Dropper: This guy will prematurely ejaculate if you even mention Armani. He thinks the kind of car he drives and the watch he wears is the most important thing in the world. He is one helluva superficial and pretentious guy. Oh he’ll claim that he would love to quit his job and move to a developing country to build an orphanage but when it comes right down to it, he’s more likely to be much more moved to tears over a Versace sale.

The Married (sort of): This guy claims he and his wife are married only for the kids but they do their own ‘thing.’ You confirm this with mutual friends. FINE. Let me warn you though that this guy is an insecure jerkface. He can’t even pretend to not be an insecure jerkface because it oozes out of his pores (or via his mid-life crisis balding head). Insecure because he preys on the drunk girls cause he just can’t handle the rejection. And talk about self-absorbed -- it’s all about him! If a couple mins of ‘pleasure’ were good, then he’d be FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC!

The One You WISHED You Liked: He’s the one contacting you A LOT to get together. Maybe he thinks you’re playing hard to get even though you’re really playing ‘not interested!’ He does ask you out often, is attentive, and seems genuinely interested in dating. AND, he’s not that bad looking. The problem is that there’s just not much going on in terms of chemistry. He’s just not that interesting (could be a little dim-witted actually). You could give it a try a few times but you can’t force it. Oh and drinking more during the dates doesn’t help you like him better. SIGH.

The Professional Student: Doesn’t take life that seriously but does think he is the most enlightened person ever. This is due to over-exposure of the academic world. So this person knows all the theories and philosophies but hasn’t really experienced anything related to it. Rejects the typical working world society only because he doesn’t have a real job. He’d rather argue his stance (to anyone who will listen) than to practice them. Oh and he would rather be skipping barefoot at the dog park all day with his dog but not before making out with the dog (while you sit idly by). P.S., his dissertation makes NO god damned sense!

The Man-Child-Girl: This is the same person as The Professional Student but I thought he fell into this category as well. When the guy has the same bodily frame as you, they will probably put you in front of them when faced with an armed robber. And most importantly, they just don’t look quite right when they dance.

The Flake: You like this guy more and more each time you go out. You find more things in common and eventually you decide, after initially finding him sort of platonic, that you wouldn’t mind kissing this guy. And this guy seems interested too because he’s contacting you and asking you out. So you’ve went on a few dates. Then, the communication seems to get fewer. Do NOT contact him, only reply IF you’re interested (and curious). He doesn’t pursue anymore dates but does contact you about random stuff (weather and other small talk BS) so you don’t think he’s completely disinterested but he’s not specifically asking you out. WTF? Oh and the third date might have gotten a little hot and heavy but ‘nothing’ happened, well except that he put his genital in your hand. Apparently placing genitals into hands nowadays doesn’t mean what it used to. I’ve still yet to figure this one out but in case you encounter this, know you’re not alone. Double SIGH.

The Controller/Manipulator: Apparently he thinks that breaking into your facebook and email accounts are not that big of a deal (even after having dated only about a month or so). RUN!!!

The International: This is the same person as The Controller, but fell under another category as well. This person doesn’t know what the hell air quotes are and “uses” them “incorrectly” ALL “th”e T”I”ME” (too much Austin Powers, perhaps?). It’s very annoying and you’ll eventually lose all respect for him (well, if you didn’t already after he broke into all your shit).

The WTF Guy: There are all sorts of WTFs here. You had a pretty good time the first couple dates. The third date he wants you to stay with him for the weekend. WTF? He wants to get too close too fast. Sorry but HE doesn’t get to see me in my morning hair and weekend underwear til I’m good and ready. So you reject that offer and you don’t hear from him….for 2 months. Then you get a random text saying he misses you and doesn’t want the friendship to end. WTF? Misses what, exactly, and what friendship? The excuse he comes up with for not contacting you this whole time is because his mom and dog got cancer and his work has been suffering as a result and things have been really hard and hectic. And oh hey, do you want to go to the beach for memorial weekend? W.T.F. Bye.

The Social (aka, The Alcoholic): There appears to be a large number of guys in this category. Or maybe I'm just highly attracted to them (thanks, Daddy!). He's at the bar every other night. His family and friends always know where to find him. The bartenders all know him by name and all his favorite drinks. He says he's just a really social guy so just lay off, will ya?! The mood swings, pass outs/blackouts, flirting incessantly with the women at the bar are just all part of his winning "social" personality. You should be lucky to have such a fun sociable guy in your life!The Old Flame/First Love: I think most of us have had experience with this. Remember one very very important thing: If it didn’t work out the first 32 times, it most likely won’t work THIS time. Also, they (and the problems you both encountered with one another) always get worse as time goes by even though loyalty (AND history) are apparently both very powerful brands (Armani, perhaps?) of rose-colored glasses. They never ever change. Sure they might change what their favorite video game is, the tilt of their TV screen, or even their underwear from time to time, but nothing profound such as their character/attitude/loser-dom.

The Guy You Don’t Remember (because you were too drunk the night out you met him): This simply can’t end well but I will have to tell you more about this one later. I’m meeting him later this evening.

Disclaimer: I do enjoy dating here and there and do so ONLY for male companionship. I wouldn't mind a committed relationship with someone compatible, however, I do NOT intend or even have any desire to get married. I’ve always assumed that if I even attempted marriage (ugh), the odds are completely against me, so I’d either get divorced or be in prison for murdering my spouse and allowing my cats to eat his corpse.Btw, the significance of an ex is determined by the amount of weight loss that occurs after a break-up.

Note to guys: 'Anorexia' level is the highest regard. If anorexia level = high, congratulations, you're a huge asshole.

You might be a CCB if...


1. You have a cat and the relationship you share is complicated. Roxanna has four cats but only claims to have two, one of which she likes better than the rest and communicates with telepathically. I don’t actually have any cats, but I sometimes lie about having an intention to get one. Plus I leave my Christmas tree up all year, so I’ve pretty much got this one covered because that’s like having six special needs cats.

2. Your hair and weight are of equal concern, are always on your mind, and have a great impact on your self worth. Forever and always.

3. Your dating history exhibits a pattern of romantic involvement with guys who fall into at least two of the following groups: gay guys, fat guys, alcoholics, potheads, professional students, guys who don’t like you, exes, and, ahem, “artists”. If most of your dates have dental insurance, or shit, any kind of insurance, then you probably are not a CCB. I don’t have any dates to begin with, so, yeah.

4. You have cable tv. Lots and lots of cable tv. And internet. Because that is where your life happens.
5. You care about making compassionate food choices, even if you sometimes fail miserably. And you like cake and avocados. Especially compassionately-made cake and locally grown avocados (do they grow those locally?). If you don’t like frosting or if you prefer the frosting:cake ratio to favor cake, then you are not a CCB, you’re just a big fat B. All CCBs know that the best way to save calories is to eat less of the cake part.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Sylvester is grounded

Sylvester came home drunk last night. Granted it was New Years Eve but he knows better. He is currently hungover, which may just be punishment enough.


Here is to sober days in the New Year, Sly!