It is clear I do not have the best luck with men. In fact as of late I have had really bad luck.

First was “The Liar”
I met him and we went out twice we talked a lot but he forgot to mention he lived with a girl roommate… no big deal right? WRONG. She was not only his roommate, but also his girlfriend. She called my cell phone to inform me of this fact at 3:00am. I mean how could he forget to tell me he is fucking someone else? I mean did it slip his mind? Was she that bad he had a mental block…or was he just trying to get more ‘tang for his lil cock. I don’t know and I don’t care I am glad I did not sleep with the man whore.

Second was “The Logistically Challenged”
I met him and we went out, had great time…but he lives too far away.

The Third “Mr. Stand Up”
Yeah the one I blogged about, This guy was a smooth talker, you know the kind. Says everything you want to hear, sweeps you off your feet. But what Mr. Stand-up did not count on was that I was onto his game. No amount of talking, and promises was going to having me tearing of my jeans when we just met. He must have had me confused with a slut. Hence when I called to see him again he showed his true colors and never called back or showed up…proving the fact that all he wanted from me was a piece of ass.

Disclaimer – by no means am I am implying that if you put out when you first meet someone that you are a slut, sometimes a girl must get laid. I guess I am just not to that point yet.

So anyway I hereby officially launch my Anti-Valentines day campaign, more details to follow.

Here are some conversation hearts to set the mood!