Miss Camp Follower and money laundering.

I was talking to a man the other day about some of his worst dates and he remembered this girl he dated a while ago. I will call her Miss Camp Follower.

And coincidentally I just read a blog about what men hate in dating. One of their biggest problems with girls in dating is money issues. Men do not like it that a woman, who works, expects them to pay for everything. (Modern men, I suppose, I am still sort of old fashioned, though I’d offer to pay, it is polite when I don’t have to…)

“She expected me to buy her cases of wine and all her food. And everything just seemed to be automatically on me. She had her photo taken one time and told the guy to just get the money out of me. That’s when I knew she was just using me for money.

It was automatically assumed that I would pay for everything. At one time she told somebody that I was gonna buy her a car. I wasn’t gonna buy her a car. It’s the assumption that they guy is gonna pay for everything, even though he’s not getting anything. No extra curricular activities expected from me.

She basically had little honor. She would sleep with anyone who wanted her too. Last time I saw her she had basically doubled in size. She was just expecting it because I was so nice.

She would go over to people’s homes with her wash and she expected to be able to do her laundry ~ trashy!”

This woman just sounds plain selfish. Like most selfish people they tend to have a wider circle of friends, or acquaintances, that they take advantage of or USE. So they only have to come around to you, once in a while. Uggggh!

Watch out folks, for leeches! They come in all sizes and genders. People who are selfish or mean will only get worse. Don’t try to reform them, just move on.

A little sound advice from,

the unknown dater

 

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Kissing

Ok, so I feel I need to speak out about bad kissing.

What’s the worst first kiss you have ever had?

Mine has to be the tongue toucher. A man who is kissing you for the first time and who sticks his tongue outside of his lips and touches your lips before you have ever touched lip to lip – yuk!

It’s just gross!

My gut reaction is to push back back peddling with both hands.

Who in their right mind kisses like that?
And if you have asked them if they are a good kisser – all men think they are.

Please fellas, read up on kissing before you go out on a first date and gross out anyone.

First kisses should be gentle and only lips.

Later if you have good chemistry then go in slowly, maybe slide your hand behind her neck and gently pull her in and slowly kiss her for a short period of time. Then invite her with your tongue.

PLEASE NO TONGUES OUTSIDE THE MOUTH.

YUKKY!

Just a thought.
From the unknown date

Worst Blind Date Ever!

I visited tonight at my dance club, which is every Thursday night, with a fellow girl friend and we were talking about my blog and boy was she funny. She told me of the worst blind date ever.

She said it was a wonderful date at first, he was a doctor, he wore a suit and took her to a really nice steak house, The Chateau. They had a polite dinner and she said he wasn’t the handsomest man she had ever seen but he was nice.

Then ~ here’s the funny part ~ after dinner he reached over romantically toward her ear and plucked out one of her hairs ~ yep ~ wait ~ then he proceeded to floss his teeth with it, right at the table in this fancy restaurant.

LMBO! ~ So funny!

I said, what did you do?

She replied; I suddenly developed a very bad headache.

LOL……

What was you’re worst date?

Comments please…..

The unknown date

Invitation to run away to Las Vegas!

Hello, Wonderful blogging people!

I have been dating this one man from a great old southern state way down south. (unknown)
And let me tell you, he is tall, very, a great plus, since I am very tall, and he is smart and well educated, and polite, and Christian, great for me….
BUT ~ here’s the clincher:

On the first date he asked me “So…how long do I have to wait before we can be in a relationship?” Laughingly…..

I replied…Well sugar, this IS just a first date. giggle

And since I have met him in the last 3 months we have dated maybe 3 times. And he has asked me to marry him about 4. LOl…. No Kidding. But I think he was just testing the waters to see if I MIGHT be interested yet. Funny.

On our second date he took me to his men’s group’s Christmas party and it was delightful. I had so much fun and they were such lovely people. Then afterwards we drove to a small town to look at the lights.
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So after we walked around the romantic quad he hugged me and said: “So, what would you say to running away with me and getting married tonight?”
I replied….slowly…”I would have to say NO.”

“Why?”

“Well, to be honest, I prefer someone a little more stable.” Giggle.
(I know it was tacky to say that, but, well, he did ask me to marry him on the second date. Help me Jesus.)

Word to the wise girls…don’t marry anyone who asks you to marry them on the first few dates. They may be smitten, or out of their mind in love/lust with you, but it is just infatuation. NOT reality. Back them off and give it time.

He said he wanted to go and do something this weekend and asked ~ “Want to go to Vegas and check out the little white chapels?”

Laughter….no thank you sugar.

But he may come over this weekend, he asked for 3 days, butI think one Saturday night out is enough, don’t you. He tends to run full head long onward!

TALLEY HO!

Believe it or not, I have been proposed to by 5 men since I have become single again. Most within the first 2 -3 dates.

HELP ME JESUS!

It is flattering but, please ladies learn how to back these men up!

Perhaps they are just schmoozing me to get into my pants, likely, or perhaps I am just irresistible ~ giggle ~ that’s my preferred answer.

(We girls have to help our own self worth!)

But we aren’t desperate to marry the first Tom, Dick, or Harry, That comes along.

Be wise,
by the unknown date

A Masquerade Ball and a Blonde Bimbo!

Tonight I went to my very first masquerade ball. I had a marvelous time. Especially because, though being from Louisiana, I do not celebrate Mardi Gras. But I love dressing up and this was my chance!
( I know, …… I am usually making my own way in this world and go against the flow)

I decided to pull out a salmon pink poofy ball gown I had in my closet leftover from a wedding and wear it with a long curly blonde wig. Seriously. I painted my eyes like cat eyes with a lot of green glitter and black mascara and eye liner. It was challenging since I do not usually wear eye liner, but after 3 tries, (giggle) I managed it. Then I topped it all off with a long feather fascinator and a lovely gold metal mask, I bought on eBay. The feathers I made myself at the last minute.
(Pics later after I download them from my camera)

I wore long white gloves, opera length of course and pink ballet slippers with ribbons that twirled up my legs. (Oh, and since it rained all week, I wore blue polka dot rubber boots over the ballet slippers to and from the dance)

I brought two single friends with me, Mr. BMW & Gabriella. He wore a tuxedo with a black mask and was strikingly handsome. And Gabriella wore my teal ball gown with silver froo-froo and black gloves, a silver mask with black feathers topped it all off with style.

When we entered than dance hall, many of our friends were wondering who we were, I could tell. And a few men came and looked hard at me to see if they could tell who I was. Some called me Scarlett, others said I looked like Rapunsel or Glenda the good witch from the wizard of Oz. my dress was just like hers, as I thought about it. Lol

True to this crowds taste in music, there was a lot of country songs but we all had a few jazzier ones thrown in too. I prefer Motown and Michael Buble type songs at a ball. But this is North Louisiana after all.

I danced almost every dance and with many different partners. That’s the beauty of being in a dance club. Everyone dances and teaches each other and there is absolutely no pressure to hook up with anybody. Actually, we shy away from such, cause we don’t want to ruin the club with people dating and breaking up a lot. GREAT!

So I am able to flirt and smile and feel completely free to be who I am with no pressure, for once. Yay!

I even got up and sang karaoke twice. We did have a live musician playing all night, and he let who wanted to, come up and sing. I sang Patsy Cline’s ‘Crazy’ and Etta Jame’s ‘At Last’. It was so much fun and lots commented on how they did not know I could sing. Fun!

As the evening wound down we did a little disco and Boris the disco man showed up and danced the night fantastic with a young babe who had a serious crush on Him. (Boris = Mr. BMW)

All in all I had so much fun just being silly as a blonde in a poofy pink dress and I laughed all night. I got my friend Gabriella, who is recently separated, out and smiling and we belly laughed together all night.

To end the evening, we ate at IHOP, and now I am here blogging at 2:00 am on a Thursday night, as:
Your blonde bimbo the unknown date
Dasvedanya

Just a little dating advice for us girls.

Hey girls, here is just a little advice from the unknown date. I haven’t been molested lately or anything. I just thought I’d pass this tip along.

Tip: when you’re out on a first or second date and the man across the table will not make eye contact with you or share much about his life, and he just sort of nods and listens to you, especially the eye contact thing. If he sort of looks around the room, all the time, or out the window – run!

He is inevitably only on a date to get sex from you.

Don’t fall for it. Just chalk it off to another looser who is mean and selfish. You do not want to give in to his advances, which will come after dinner quickly, as you go to the car or where ever.

He will try to move in fast and may even insult you if you pull back or say no.

Walk away and move on – HE DOS NOT DESERVE ONE SINGLE KISS!

Be warned.
By, the unknown date

Masquerade Ball & the blonde bimbo

Tonight I went to my very first masquerade ball. I had a marvelous time. Especially because, though being from Louisiana, I do not celebrate Mardi Gras. But I love dressing up and this was my chance!
( I know, …… I am usually making my own way in this world and go against the flow)

I decided to pull out a salmon pink poofy ball gown I had in my closet leftover from a wedding and wear it with a long curly blonde wig. Seriously. I painted my eyes like cat eyes with a lot of green glitter and black mascara and eye liner. It was challenging since I do not usually wear eye liner, but after 3 tries, (giggle) I managed it. Then I topped it all off with a long feather fascinator and a lovely gold metal mask, I bought on eBay. The feathers I made myself at the last minute.
(Pics later after I download them from my camera)

I wore long white gloves, opera length of course and pink ballet slippers with ribbons that twirled up my legs. (Oh, and since it rained all week, I wore blue polka dot rubber boots over the ballet slippers to and from the dance)

I brought two single friends with me, Mr. BMW & Gabriella. He wore a tuxedo with a black mask and was strikingly handsome. And Gabriella wore my teal ball gown with silver froo-froo and black gloves, a silver mask with black feathers topped it all off with style.

When we entered than dance hall, many of our friends were wondering who we were, I could tell. And a few men came and looked hard at me to see if they could tell who I was. Some called me Scarlett, others said I looked like Rapunsel or Glenda the good witch from the wizard of Oz. my dress was just like hers, as I thought about it. Lol

True to this crowds taste in music, there was a lot of country songs but we all had a few jazzier ones thrown in too. I prefer Motown and Michael Buble type songs at a ball. But this is North Louisiana after all.

I danced almost every dance and with many different partners. That’s the beauty of being in a dance club. Everyone dances and teaches each other and there is absolutely no pressure to hook up with anybody. Actually, we shy away from such, cause we don’t want to ruin the club with people dating and breaking up a lot. GREAT!

So I am able to flirt and smile and feel completely free to be who I am with no pressure, for once. Yay!

I even got up and sang karaoke twice. We did have a live musician playing all night, and he let who wanted to, come up and sing. I sang Patsy Cline’s ‘Crazy’ and Etta Jame’s ‘At Last’. It was so much fun and lots commented on how they did not know I could sing. Fun!

As the evening wound down we did a little disco and Boris the disco man showed up and danced the night fantastic with a young babe who had a serious crush on Him. (Boris = Mr. BMW)

All in all I had so much fun just being silly as a blonde in a poofy pink dress and I laughed all night. I got my friend Gabriella, who is recently separated, out and smiling and we belly laughed together all night.

To end the evening, we ate at IHOP, and now I am here blogging at 2:00 am on a Thursday night, as:
Your blonde bimbo the unknown date
Dasvedanya

What a girl goes through to date …….

Hello fellow followers,
Today I have been through it all and in the rain too. I went to ‘glory therapy’ (giggle), cause I am getting help to strengthen my ankles so I can dance freely again as when I was a girl – long story. And I went to the dentist to fix a chip in my tooth ( it was easy and turned out to be a beautiful fix
& easy to do) from Dr. Kevin, such a great man. I went to Zumba dance class and zumbaed my zumba off until I dropped. I ate and fell into a hot jacuzzi to soak and shave and wash my hair. Now I am going to paint my nails, both hands and feet, and finally do some computer work I have to finish tonight. (Insurance stuff)

Why am I doing all of this?

Well most is just general maintenance but I also am attending a masquerade ball tomorrow night with my dance club at ‘Harvey’s Dance Hall’. It’s a group of people who love to dance but don’t want to do the alcohol and clubbing scene. So they started their own dance hall and give lessons for $5.00 and then we dance all night every Thursday. We also get together for all the holidays and Have a party or a trip to go dancing.

Most of the men will ask you to dance and gladly help you with ballroom dancing or country line dancing or Cajun dancing too. It’s so fun.

So tomorrow night, I am attending my very first masquerade ball. I am so excited. I am wearing a salmon pink poofy ball gown with lots of tulle and it is strapless. I am going to wear a blonde wig of long curls and a gold mask with feather on the side of it. I may even wear my clear Cinderella slippers.

I have a untimely zit right by my chin and lower lip, so I may even wear a black dot over it for fun. LOL!

All in a girls daily primping to attract the right man.
Hang in there belles – God will provide for you the man of your dreams if you ask Him and seek Him with all of your heart.
Be blessed,
By, the unknown date

Natasha with the red hair

Tonight I went on a slightly different adventure with Mr. BMW, two girl friends, and my boyfriend ‘game boy’ – age 9, but he insists he is my boyfriend and the best one I have….he is right most of the time. Lol!

Tonight I put on a red wig and snuck into a nursing home!

No lie!
Let me explain. You see a few months ago one of my best friends, Miss Kay, age 79′ was lied to, kidnapped by her own kids, and committed into an insane asylum and told she was crazy. They did this so they could claim her power of attorney and put her way in a nursing home.

I’m not kidding!

I was devastated at first and threatened to get a lawyer and I did everything I could to help my best friend to escape. But in the end I was escorted out of the nursing home by the police, one Sunday afternoon, when all I was doing was sitting there silently hugging and praying with my freind. We were like two little girls hugging in the corner scared.
They told me that if I ever tried to contact Miss Dot again by phone, email, or any electronic means, or if I tried to visit her, I would be arrested. Seriously!

So some time has gone by and I think of her often and even have shed a tear or two over Mss Dot thinking I would never be able to see her again. We were very close and she is as close to me as an older sister or a mother.

Tonight – I did it!

I got together a few friends and I put on a red wig and I went to see her and we snuck me in and I hugged and hugged her! I gave her 2 giant bags full of Christmas presents and we all prayed and we visited with her for a good long visit. God was with me and we did not get caught.

Mr. BMW was so upset a few months ago when he heard the news he said tonight he was in with me and would be packing his pistol – just in case I got hauled off by the police, he would rescue me. No lie!

Sigh……

I so appreciate the bravery and the solidarity of good friends and well……we did it! With no shoot out or cops involved.

WHEW!

You do what you’ve gotta do sometimes.

Love and hugs to all from Natasha the secret spy girl also known as
The unknown date