Why Venting is Good for Ya

After having my bitch fit, I found that computer software. I'd tell you where I hid it, but of course the person that stole my laptop probably reads my blog. I had it bookmarked in MY FAVORITES on the Sony. Isn't that peachy?

Now, lets get to my lovelife. It's nonexistent. I am, however, suppose to go out with Dilbert tomorrow night. I think I will pay this time. I don't feel like choking on his tongue.

In the past, I was usually the one that paid for the entire date when I went out with a guy. I know I'm shaking my head too. You'd think a guy would pay if he was the one that asked.

I didn't mind though. It put me in control of how the date was going to end. "You've got to be kidding. I know you don't think you're gonna to get some nookie?"

Which brings me to Dilbert. After our first date, I kissed him because I felt obligated. He did treat me to a wonderful Japanese dinner. And he really wanted to kiss me. I, of course, just wanted to give him a hug and send him on his way.

Why do some guys think they're entitled to desert and why do some females feel obligated to give it?

Sex is completely out of the question. I'm celibate. No sex for me. In fact, that's why I don't shave my legs or my arm pits, and sometimes my bush (though I have to trim that ever so often). Guaranteed man repellent.

Here's an interesting fact, hairy people have more testosterone, and testosterone is what controls sex drive. So the hairier the person, the hornier they are. Hairy=Horny.