Guy who hits chicks = super ridiculous loser
Guy who is unhappy in his job = moderate loser
Guy who isn’t a go getter = moderate loser
Guy who is 40 and living with parents = mega loser
Guy who is boring = moderate loser
Guy who lacks common sense = moderate loser
Guy who wears spandex in public = huge loser
Guy who isn’t awesome funny = moderate loser
So as you can see. When I say I’m going to have to settle for dating losers. I’m not talking serial killer losers. Beating your girlfriend losers. Steal money from you and put drugs in your purse when the police bust him type losers. I’m talking about moderate losers. Lack excitement losers. Lack social intuition and common sense losers. Lack hilarity and awesomeness losers. You get the idea.
So here’s an update on my Summer of Boys and my status as the Biggest Loser.
Weeks Since the Summer of Boys Began: 8
Total “Somethings” Dated During the Summer of Boys: 3
Total “Somethings” Dated: 5
Total “Pounds” Shed During the Summer of Boys: 18
For those of with eagle eyes…you’ll notice that while the weeks passed and pounds lost have changed…the dating has lulled. And by lulled. I mean hasn’t budged a fucking inch. Fuck me. Now I will admit. If only to save some fucking face and not look like the hugest retard who can’t manage to get a date. I’ve done a couple of things that are limiting my dates.
The first thing limiting my number of dates, has been ongoing. Which is, perhaps I’m being too picky. And by too picky I’m not saying that I should just go out and bang every guy who shows interest. But here’s the thing of the thing. The best sex I’ve had this summer. Was with Intelligence Officer (fix link).
Which I understand you not really knowing because while you may have gleaned from some notion of this from my vague references I never really got into the nitty gritty for you. Which sorry I’m not going to here. Except to say that it was good. Everything about it was good. Well everything except for his ghetto-ness of not having a place to repeat the escapade. But other than that. All good.
We all know I have a thing for height. I always say, the guy has to be tall, because I’m big (and for a girl a decent height at 5’7). He has to be tall because otherwise I look like the guy and nobody likes that. So while Intelligence Officer squeaked through because of his personality (and super manliness). I have been automatically disqualifying any pursuers under 5’11. Now in fairness to myself, they may have been duds as well as the height…but maybe not, I can’t remember.
Back on Track.
And here’s the point of the point of the thing of the thing. The best sex of my summer so far has been with a guy who stands a mere 2 inches above me at 5’9 (which let’s cut the shit is basically the same height as me). And I should actually even go on to mention. That while you may be thinking well shit she’s gotten frisky with 3 guys recently and you would be right…but I would wager that Intelligence Officer would easily fall into the Top 10 and could quite possibly fall into Top 5 (based on overall experience). So perhaps I need to start being a little more lenient with height. Maybe I really need to give these guys a chance…hmm…yes no? I’m not saying I’ll just go bang them. But maybe, they should get a date. Or at the very least a message back. To see what’s up. To give them a chance. Because just as guys can look way worse than their photos. They’ve also been known to look way better.
The second thing limiting my number of dates, started only about a week ago. I closed all my dating profiles. And before I freak you out too much. Don’t worry. It’s not a permanent thing. I’m just taking a little break. A moment. A breather. For one thing, I think it would be nice to have my face off of PlentyofFish.com for a smidge because like I always say, Vancouver is a small ass town (fix link) and frankly I don’t want to be fucking etched into the brains of every guy on there (who doesn’t want me) ya dig? For another thing, the plan is to join back up when I reach the 25 total pounds lost mark. I’ll take some new pics. I’ll look sexy. I’ll look fresh. It’ll be top notch. See how optimism is my thing 🙂
So 7lbs. It could take 3 weeks. It could take 1. We’ll all just have to wait and see. But don’t worry. Until then I have a ton of bloggy stuff that’s been back-logging for awhile now. So wish me luck. Fingers crossed.
Oh and BTW.
Another reason I’m cool with the date slow-down for the moment is I have a wedding for one of my very bestest closest friends coming up this weekend…and by weekend I mean starting Thursday-ish and running till Monday-ish on the island (for non-locals that’s Vancouver Island, aka Victoria). I am so brilliantly excited. I think they’re the cutest couple and I heart them both so so so much. Not to mention Hellooooo singles table woohoo!!!! I’ve never even been to a wedding without Mega Love let alone when I’m all confident and ready to flirt MY ASS OFF!! And final not to mention. Because of the weightloss I fit this sexy-awesome Rocawear dress that I’ve had for like 3 years and only worn once (when it didn’t look amazing)…and I actually even have to have it tailored (tighter that is :P).
So wish me luck with that too. That I get some hot singles table ass. Or at the very least some flirting practice.
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