On this edition of irant, I address basic chicks. I wish basic chicks didn’t exist, not because I’m on some sort of mission to upgrade the women of world, but I wish they didn’t exist because guys who mess with basic chicks get used to them… Now normally it wouldn’t bother me because the solution is they become basic dudes… Basic dudes, get with basic chicks and have basic children, they eventually die out (I am a true believer in social Darwinism)… The problem lies in this new era where guys want a “First Lady Michelle”. Then they set their basic eyes on women like myself… Top shelf, high claibur women. Then they get perplexed and frustrated when they have to do things like open doors, pull out chairs, speak like they have sense… So to ensure that future men never have this problem let’s raise top shelf high claibur daughters… If there are no more basic chicks, men can’t show basic behaviour… #imjustsaying its gotta start somewhere… This #irant was brought to you by the letter D and the number 38…
On this edition of #irant… Idk about others out there, but I have high standards when it comes to dating. I know that I can have such standards because I hold them for myself. I never ask of people what I don’t or won’t deliver… With that being said I have this theory about men (go figure)… My theory is if you are trying to persuade me to establish (or keep) a relationship with you, then you have to prove to me that I can trust you with my most precious cargo… ME… (who thought I was going to say my heart?) If I ask you to come through for me on small stuff ( picking up a package, or printing out a document) and you leave me stranded, how am I going to trust you when I really need you (I’m stranded on I10 at three am with a flat)? If I ask you to come through for me, do that, if you can’t tell me upfront… There is nothing wrong with saying Z, I can’t do that but let me help you find someone who can… Or you can say… I can’t do that right now is it okay if I get that done on xyz day… That way I know where you stand, just not doing it, unacceptable.
Secondly if I trust you with me… Then act like I’m precious, or semi fragil. I’m not saying we can’t rough house (I’m still very much a tomboy) but maybe you shouldn’t drive like a bat out of east hell with fire still on its wings… Especially if you can SEE and I TELL YOU I’m uncomfortable and don’t feel safe. I mean if I don’t feel safe with you, what’s the point, I can feel on guard on like I have to fend for myself alone…
Moral of the story… Show me that your trustworthy with small things first, that way when the big stuff comes up then I don’t have to second third and fourth guess you…
It has officially been two years since my last heartbreak… I’m in a much better much healthier, much happier place in my life. Thank God for growth and healing.
Now playing… (Taken with Instagram)
Salmon the official food of the fly girl (Taken with Instagram)
Piecing together the fly… It goes down tonight (Taken with Instagram)
I so miss these girls (Taken with Instagram)
The before shot… I’m almost done (Taken with Instagram)
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Jamming (Taken with Instagram)