Good morning!

How 'bout those Giants? When you wake up in the morning, you never have a clue what might happen before you lie your head down at the end of the day. I've had a few surprises lately myself this past weekend.

Someone lied to me TWICE in the past few days and it was someone who I never, ever would have thought to be so cowardly.

You would think that after 2 marriages I would be smart enough to know that the men who go out of their way to call themselves "honest" could actually be lying about being honest. On top of that, I should have known better than to trust someone who uses cute little ryhming platitudes like, "I love games of chance, but no games in romance."

Maybe some people don't fully understand when they're playing games so I think I'll point a few things out....if you aren't being honest, you ARE playing games. If you're doing things that cause hurt feelings and you're doing them because you're too afraid, too "busy" or just plain not in the mood to make things right, you ARE playing games. If you're looking for a way to break a promise, you ARE playing games. If you break a promise and then blame it on the person you betrayed, you're playing the worst kind of game.

I know it's not always easy to do the right thing but it IS the smart thing to do. It's smart for a few reasons. First of all, it IS easier in the long run. Secondly, you don't know who the hell you're fucking with...maybe you just screwed a person who can rock your world twice. I imagine that I've surprised a few people here and there in my day after they fucked me.

Just like game-playing cowards...I have 2 personalities myself. I save one for people who treat me with respect and I save the other one for those who don't. The people who try to make a fool out of me get the extra special bitch treatment. That takes planning and it pops up on a person with no warning at all.

If you're fair with me, I'm the best friend you'll ever have. If not, I can be quite the nightmare.

In case you can't tell, someone fucked me over this weekend...TWICE! Yeah, the second time was my fault for buying the apology in the first place...but some people are just THAT good at fucking me over.

I've been around for a long time so I don't usually allow someone to screw me like that but this one was good. Somehow he learned exactly what women like to hear and he says it all quite convincingly.

But there's also one helluva benefit to being around for such a long time...I'm better at being a bitch. My bitch-ability is equal to, if not better than, the assholery of the bum who fucked me.

I'm going to add to this post now. I just wanted to let you know that I was awake and working for you so that you'll have something to read today.

OK! I'm ba-ack!

I was just reading some comments and I saw where someone was surprised at the number of men who are reading this (see the poll results down and to the left). I wasn't. I've known since the beginning that a bunch of men were reading me. I never expected it...but they're here. It wouldn't really matter if they were or weren't...my opinions would still be the same. I'm still a bitch and my tongue is just as sharp.

I don't know why the men are here. I guess they get a giggle or two. Of course, some of them might like seeing me rip people to shreds. Then they can sit back and thank God it wasn't they who incurred my wrath.

Well guys...one of your own fucked up royally so grab some pop-corn.

I don't let many men get close enough to bother me. When I do it's because the guy has sort of reeled me in a bit. Their tactics are so insidious that I don't see the calculated manipulation going on. But once they reach their climax and the effort slows down, it starts to be pretty obvious.

My ex was good at that as well. And he's the same way in that he'll never tell me the truth. He'd rather just ignore me and hope my questions go away. That's where the word Scaramouch comes in.

And like my ex, all it would have taken was a minute or two of gracious behavior to avoid making me so angry. So, go ahead, avoid me. I'm sure it will make the Meg Situation easier to deal with. It's just that as soon as you think I'm over it...I talk myself into getting irritated all over again. Anything can provoke that...I could run into another barrel chested man with a dick the size of a slightly swollen finger and before you know it...I'm ACRIMONIOUS all over again.

Over the years I've dated a bunch of guys who I've totally forgotten about. But every so often, there's one whom I never forget. Like Tim...I'll never forget him because his dick was so small that I had to walk away doing all that I could not to laugh in his face. He still has the record for the smallest dick I've ever seen, but let's just say that the latest wee one certainly earned an honorable mention. I bet I remember that one. (By the way, the feet have nothing to do with the size of a man's pecker...it's the hands that truly give away all the secrets.)

I always wondered something...do small peckered dudes hear about how small they are from every female that they piss off? If so, wouldn't you think they'd be embarrassed to pull that fucker outta their pants? I don't know where the balls to do that come from.

Isn't this fun? Oh, by the way...it's a GAME...as I define it, the complete opposite of being open, honest and decent. I suppose a 2 minute phone call would have been quicker, but this is good too. I didn't want to play this game...but I certainly am competitive enough to give it a go. Besides, I can't pass up a challenge...and I most assuredly WAS challenged.

Damn...now I have to take my sister to work. And I'm STILL not done. But I guess I'll post this for now. Ah'll be bock.

OK then…I’m back.

I was distracted for a moment and I almost lost my fury but luckily for me…no one has offered me an apology so I can get on with my rant.

Cowardly men don’t have a clue how easy it is to stop a female before she gets started. I tried to tell that to my ex for years. I finally got bored of being nasty to him. But before I did, I kept after him…all the time telling him that he had the power to stop me by simply doing the right thing. He couldn’t find the strength to do that so I just sharpened my tongue for a few years.

As I said, I got bored of being nasty to him…and there were so many other men vying for my wrath that I had to leave the ex alone. He doesn’t owe me much anymore. But there are a couple of people who DO owe me a touch of respect and if they don’t want to give it to me…I’ll do what my father did. I’ll go for fear. It’s not as classy as respect but it’s better than being made to look like a complete fool.

That’s really what a woman’s fury is all about…isn’t it? Women don’t like to be made to look like an idiot. They don’t like to be dismissed. They don’t like to be used. If you do all three of those things to a woman at one time, you’re pretty much asking for some sort of wrath. I think that most men are smart enough to know that. But for those who aren’t, life can be a bitch.

Sometimes I get bored and ballsy at the same time. I show up at the strangest places and then I just sit there and mind my own business.

I have more respect for the guys who go for a piece of ass on the first date. At least I know what they’re all about. But when a guy takes the time to manipulate a woman into thinking that they’re a good guy and THEN screws her, that’s called premeditated fucking. As with most crimes, it’s the premeditation that’ll get you.

Add premeditation to a desire to leave the scene of the crime without leaving a statement and you have a volunteer…not a victim. So, pity this creep not…for he setteth himself up for this. I gave him a BUNCH of chances to do the right thing.