Tag Archives: Bad-Ass

Yours Truly Is Back…

6 Feb

What’s up hookers??  How have all of you been?  I have missed you guys…reading your stories, sharing mine with you.  But I am fucking back.  And I have a picture to share with you:

Yep…that’s me.  Shooting an M4.  Be afraid…be very afraid…all of those douchebag dudes better take note!

I had the most AMAZING time at this 2-week course.  I met some great people, got a few leads on some jobs, and won a little money in the casino.  You can’t beat a working trip like that.  You just can’t.  I could talk for hours about this class…it was a tactical medic course designed mostly for the military.  I was so damn fortunate to wind up in it.  I have been asked to write an article for an EMS magazine detailing my experience as a civilian going through the course.  I think I just may…

I never did hear from Dude again, and I think that is better.  I don’t think I could be nice right now…what a fuck-stick.  I am all for booty calls, you all know this…but not when I have to be up in FOUR FUCKING HOURS.  Negative.

I have the opportunity to have a date this week.  I may do it for shits and grins…and a free drink.  Why the fuck not??

Guess who I heard from while I was in my class??  Mr. Hottie.  He was telling me how much he misses sex with me.  Awww…go fuck your fiancée.  But it does make me feel good to know he can’t quit me.  Hahaha!!!

One question for my loyal readers out there…Nice Guy had a date this weekend that just went horribly fucking bad. I asked him why he didn’t end it long before that.  He said women can do that, but men just can’t.  I disagree…is it wrong for a dude to say ‘Hey, I am not feeling this, so peace?’  I don’t think so.  Why waste everyone’s time?  And he spent a fucking fortune on this date.  Completely unneccessary.  Agree or disagree?  Discuss…

Much love, Esme

 

 

 

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Rambling Thoughts On The Last Few Days…

29 Dec

I apologize in advance…this just may be a long, rambling post!  Fucking men…

I finally heard from Ex-BF.  And it was like nothing was said, nothing had transpired.  How fucking typical!  I just told him I never mentioned feelings, and if he had feelings for me he needed to figure that out.  He repeated there are no feelings, because he doesn’t do feelings.  I ended the convo at that point, because it was just fucking useless to go around and around.  I hope he finds whatever he is looking for.  I was all for a fuck buddy thing, and I told him as such.  If he gets his shit together, and he figures out what his deal is, maybe. But I can’t deal with this.  It gives me a damn headache…

So after this, I have realized that as much as I enjoy having the consistency of a fuck buddy, and being able to get up and leave afterwards, I think I miss having a relationship.  Bllllaaaaaaahhhhh!!!  Say it ain’t so!!  Yes, I am a fuck-tard…I miss the stability.  But not to worry hookers, I am not leaving…all that means is this bitch is about to start dating again…

We all know my track record with dating.  Fuck, that’s how this blog was created.  It’s not good…and it’s definitely not easy!  So what is a sassy girl with lots of moxie to do?  Fire back up the Internet dating site.  Let friends set me up again (although I swear on all that is FUCKING holy if any of those ass-hats tries to date-rape me again, he will never be able to procreate).  I turned it back on today, and already have several offers.  One of which looks promising.  I, of course, will blog all about it 😉

Ok, so now my next question.  I am in my early 30’s.  Let’s just go with that.  The other day I got hit on by someone who was 24.  Fucking 24!!  I couldn’t even be flattered because I was kind of disgusted.  I have dated younger guys…loyal readers will remember the few.  But what is an acceptable age range these days??  I am most curious.  You see everything!  Younger guys equal more stamina…so YAY!  But on the flip-side, I do NOT want to have to teach someone where the clit is.  Just sayin’.  However, even I have to admit that I prefer younger over much older.  I CAN NOT see someone who is more than 5 years older than me.  I am so fucking weird…which means this is going to be oh so interesting…

Much love, Esme

 

My Blog, So There

13 Oct

I know, I know…my third post in a day!  What the hell is this world coming to??  My blog, my world, so suck it bitches.  I have been sick for the last six weeks, and all of a sudden I have a crapload of things in the mix.  If I don’t get it all out my head is going to implode and that just won’t do because I quite like it…

I know you are appreciating the new look of the blog…it’s all edgy, right?  Much more my style.  I was trying to be nice and sweet before, but it is truly not me.  And it is high time things in my life reflect my personality.  Someone recently said my personality is fiery. To that I say fuck yes it is.  Someone else paid me the highest compliment I have ever received.  That person said when I walk into a room, people can’t help but to turn and notice.  Again…fuck yes!  That tells me I have finally reached a point in my life where I exude confidence.  Anyways…new blog look…goes with my personality…blah blah blah…also goes with my new makeover.  Makeover, you say?  Read on sluts…

I have ALWAYS wanted to be a bad girl.  Since I was in high school.  I think all of my friends can attest to that.  I wasn’t.  Why?  Because my brother was the bad one.  He was into drugs, in and out of jail, thieving, etc.  My parents didn’t need another bad kid.  So, I was the good one.  Even when I went to college I stayed good.  I would say I was pretty popular, but I wasn’t the girl guys dated.  Not anywhere near close.  To up my social life I joined a fraternity (service) and a social sorority (what’s up bitches!!!).  Still didn’t date.  I didn’t even fuck anyone in college until I met my future, and consequently ex, dumb-shit.  I tell everyone my biggest regret is not being a whore in college.

Fast forward ten years.  It’s 2010.  I LOVE 2010.  Why?  Because I have finally discovered it is OK to embrace the person I want to be, and the person I know I am.  I have been blogging since last year, and looking back I have had some GREAT fucking experiences.  Mr. Hottie, ambulance guy…aaaahhhhh…but I would have enjoyed them a hell of a lot more if I just would have realized who the fuck I was!  I am a FUCKING BAD GIRL!  I make no apologies for the way I am, and I never will.  I embrace my sexuality, and my sensuality.  I walk with purpose and I fuck anyone up who dares to tell me I can’t.  To prove I can, I will show you I can-and you know who you are.  I strut in stilettos and I am tattooed.  I dye my hair dark and I wear dark eye make-up.   I have life saving hands and I am looking at taking kick-boxing lessons-so I can take the life of the next fuck who thinks he can hit me.

So yes, I am a bad-ass bitch.  And I fucking LOVE it!

Love, Esme