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.
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.