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said eternity was too long, that he'd trade forever for a single night
with me. What the fuck kind of shit is that? Did he really think that
if he phrased it in that way it'd sound 'romantic' or something? As if
giving me a glossy version of "let's just fuck and go our separate
ways" was going to make me go, "Ok, when, where and how?" You know,
I've always said that I prefer the straightforward to the bullshit
beating-around-the-bush crap but that's just lazy, juvenile and
incredibly stupid. The only kind of woman who would go for that is a
hooker and only if she gets her money up front. Even a basic
run-of-the-mill whore would insist you buy her a drink first. I mean,
c'mon, aren't you supposed to be an adult? Fucking act like it. And you
certainly don't have the right to get pissy and run your mouth like a
bitch when I tell your disrespectful ass to fuck off. What the hell did
you expect me to do, roll my ass over and say have at it? You're
fucking stupid and pricks like you need to be castrated. Western
civilization could use a few more eunuchs, you can trust me on that.
Long story short, he called me a bitch, a cocktease and a wetback
whore. So I broke his nose. But only a little. The way he was screaming
you'd think I cut the damn thing off. Whiner. Well, the fucking twat
stepped over the line. I don't give a damn what I'm called, I've heard
it all and most from my own mother but there are two surefire ways to
irritate me to violence: call me a whore or refer to me as a mexican.
I'm an Asshole and on the rare occasion I can be a Fucking Asshole.
I've never been promiscuous, I've never felt the need to be since sex
means almost nothing to me but a good way to waste my time on something
completely useless and unproductive. I don't have a problem with
mexicans in general except for those 30 and 40 year old dirtbags that
follow 12 year old girls to and from school (3 or 4 in a single
vehicle) and try to get them into the car with them. I speak from
personal experience and it wasn't a single occasion. It happened many,
many times until I was deemed to old to be of any interest. My issue
has always been people mistaking me for mexican and then getting
irritated with ME because I don't speak spanish, as if I sold out or
something. What the hell is that about? I tell them I'm Native and they
accuse me of lying as if I'd be ashamed to be something other than what
I am. Most people think I'm mexican and I have no problem with that, it
bothers me when they insist I am or give me an attitude because I
correct them. I'm highly proud of my heritage, I have nothing to be
ashamed of and I won't pretend to be something I'm not just to get
along with other people. If others have a problem guess what? It's
their problem. I don't spend my life giving a fuck what other people
think of me. Why should I? What makes anyone else important enough for
me to be worried about what they think of me? So that cunt called me a
wetback whore and I broke his nose. So what'd he say next? "Crazy
bitch." Of course, the fucker antagonizes and disrespects me and when I
establish my dominance and stand up for myself I'm not considered a
strong woman who doesn't take shit from anyone, I'm a "crazy bitch."
And THIS is what's out there in the 'dating world?' Hell, I wasn't even
trying to hook up with anyone, I was just trying to enjoy my drink and
have a good time with my friends in what I assumed was a safe setting
and he came over and started shit with me. He started it, I finished
it. And that's where the problem lies. He was the one lying flat on his back and bleeding, not me.
So what was the point of this post? It's going to depend on how you choose to interpret it. If you choose to at all. To be continued. Perhaps.
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All that being said, there are wonderful, loving, caring men out there. I know, I've found one. I wish you strength, power and balance. Keep looking ahead and know that you are beautiful, complete and whole all on your own.
He said eternity was too long, that he'd trade forever for a single night with you?
Yes, just what kind of shit is that?
You have a perfect right to get pissed. And was this said openly in front of his buddies, his pals, so that they in their drunken haze would think that he was the witty stud?
And then he called you a bitch, a cocktease and a wetback whore? He's lucky that all you broke was his nose, and if he was screaming, it probably made his look all the more of an asshole to all who were present.
But here are some suggestions for you to use if such an occasion happens again in the future, and there's a reason here, so bear me out. First, look him up and down, then focusing on his zipper, smile, then look him straight in the eyes and tell him to whip it out so that you can see what you're getting.
Now this will usually stop most of them cold, but for those who do unzip and pull it out, here's are a few ways how to deal with that situation, and these are your choice:
#1. Look down at what he's offered, then loudly exclaim that now you understand why all the women call him "Needle-Dick the Bug Fucker!"
#2. Look down at it, start laughing out loud and tell him that it's so ugly that he must be going steady with Rosy Palms or Minnie Five-Fingers.
#3. Grab it... hard, and don't let go, but proceed to drag him around the place yelling "Fresh meat! Look, girls, fresh meat! You can have him, 'cause I don't want him!" Now this isn't recommended except in extreme situations when you know that you have complete control. And remember to wash your hands as soon as possible!
#4. Grab it... hard, and don't let go, but proceed to drag him around to the bartender and ask that the cops be called, that he was pulling it our and flashing you in public. Cops hate flashers (as most have daughters, wives and/or sisters), and know exactly how to deal with them. Again, remember to wash your hands as soon as possible.
#5. Look down at it and start laughing out loud so that all can hear, pointing at it and just laughing! This is usually enough to do the trick.
Any of these will make an ass of a guy like this, no knives or castration needed, as 99.8% of the males in the world can't stand to have their manhood made fun of. It works, and there are a number of women who have employed this method quite successfully.