I’m a man-eating whore (just kidding)

I’m a man-eating whore.

At least I MUST be since I write this blog about sex, dating, and relationships.

Okay, maybe I don’t write about relationships. But trust me, if I had a relationship, I would be writing about it.

Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy being single.  Every available (unmarried and unattached) man I meet is an opportunity to make a connection.

But there are times when being the single girl sucks.

Like when a married woman assumes if you’re talking to her husband you’ve got designs on him.

Or when you’re the only single at a couples party (á la Bridget Jones).

Or. . .

. . .when the wife of a friend CONTACTS YOUR SISTER to accuse you of trying to steal her husband because. . .

. . .wait for it. . .

. . .you replied to his IM on Facebook.

Indeed.

So there you have it.

This man-eating whore with the trashy blog is obviously so lacking in morals she would message A MARRIED MAN.

Better put a scarlet letter on me. Or maybe stamp “tramp” on my forehead.

Obviously, I’ve committed a grievous offense.

You know what I have to say about it?

HATERS GONNA HATE.

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Jealous much?

I am a SCORPIO.

Born smack dab in the middle of Scorpio territory on November 2nd.

As such, I happen to have some of the quintessential Scorpio traits:

Active imagination.

Strong sex drive.

Very loyal.

Wicked sting when wronged.

And, of course, tendencies toward jealousy.

I’m not proud of my jealous nature.

However, I’ve discovered it’s less a measure of how possessive I am than it is a measure of how secure I am.

When I’m comfortable in a relationship there’s very little jealousy.

When I’m off balance in a relationship, there’s a lot of jealousy.

So you can imagine my surprise when I discovered a friend hitting on not one, but two of my former lovers at Burning Man.

What?

After I expressly told her to lay off.

“Are you okay with this?” she mouthed to me while snuggling up to one of my lovers.

“Does it matter?” I asked. “It’s not like you’ll listen.”

And so I got jealous.

Go figure.

But seeing as how I believe in maintaining the “No Drama” rule at Burning Man, I opted to do nothing but sit and wait.

And in the end, it was all for naught.

Nothing came of it.

Jealousy is such a USELESS emotion.

I’m a man-eating whore

At least I must be since I write this blog about sex, dating, and relationships.

Okay, maybe I don’t write about relationships. But trust me, if I had a relationship, I would be writing about it.

Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy being single.  Every available (aka unmarried/unattached) man I meet is an opportunity to make a connection. And no one is going to complain if I have “spaghetti” for dinner and “spicy chorizo” for breakfast 🙂

But there are times when being the single girl sucks. Like when a married woman assumes if you’re talking to her husband you’ve got designs on him. Or when you’re the only single at a couples party (a la Bridget Jones).

Or…

…when the wife of a friend CONTACTS YOUR SISTER to accuse you of trying to steal her husband because…

…wait for it…

…you replied to his IM on Facebook.

Indeed.

So there you have it. This man-eating whore with the trashy blog is obviously so lacking in morals she would IM A MARRIED MAN.

Better put a scarlet letter on me. Or maybe stamp “tramp” on my forehead.

Obviously, I’ve committed a grievous offense.

You know what I have to say about it?

HATERS GONNA HATE.

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