Women behaving badly, is a three word term that turns the heads of men everywhere, leading the spotlight onto the actions of good girls gone bad. However women behaving badly should be reserved for women not girls. Girls under the age of 21 to be specific, do not know how to properly behave badly. Getting drunk and crying your eyes out for 3 hrs straight is no the way into a mans heart, you want him to chase you not run to the nearest exist. Now dont be mistaken, I have been there, but you should reserve your tears for those men who you wouldnt mind regretting the action for in the morning.
On that note I'd like to share a story about my Valentines Day night, one which started out amazing and ended with me wanting to go bad girls club crazy on some stupid beezy. After telling myself over and over that I was going to be good and go home early, I failed and went to Playhouse in LA with my girl M. Upon being at Playhouse for about a minute I rand into one of the most notorious bachelors in LA right now, who I had only met for a mere second the weekend before. Our eyes locked, he strolls over, toss back those romance novel dirty blond locks, and says, "hello gorgeous," in his sexy french accent, and I was sold. My friend leans over to pronounce his playboy status to me, which honestly dear reader I dont care about. I actually prefer it to some degree. If I know a guy is a playboy then I wont want to have sex with him. They are the best to play with, because you never have to wonder what it would be like to give into them because you know it would never work. So we make out, hot and heavy, and orgasmic.
I go to dance with my girl M, and turn around five minutes later to see a plastic Angelina Jolie hanging all over my dearest Playboy. My friend once again notes is notorious ways, and I simply reply, I dont care. Playboy then turns and whispers in my ear, "I refuse to leave without you tonight, I'm bored lets go." I smile and say ok. As were waiting for valet, plastic angie rolls by with her girlfriends yelling to Playboy that I'm ugly hahahahhahhahaha seriously honey? You got denied, you were not his flavour of the night, so get over it and move on. Do you think he seriously will want you now? If anything he'll just continue communication with you because everyone likes feeling wanted, even if they dont give a shit about whose singing their praises.
Anyways....Playboy and I return to his house and start to mess around (note: i did tell him no sex, which I doubt he believed, but who cares). All of a sudden we hear banging on the door, now he lives with his siblings so, we just assumed it was one of them and ignored the knocks. Yet, they continued for about 20 minutes, till I finally comment that it must be a chick because no guy would knock on another guys door for that long unless he wanted in his pants, which I doubted was the case. We open the door (both of us half dressed) to find a young little thing crying her eyes out (turns out she 19 or 20, from san diego, had sex with pb once). Playboy asks her what the matter is. She says she has no where to sleep, so he says she may sleep on the couch or join us and that she shouldnt be upset because he told her, he was going home with someone else.
It then turned into a he said she said on repeat for about 3 hrs while I bit my tongue. She cried saying she wanted to talk, he yelled tell her to stop being dramatic and that shes being rude. At one point he even threatened to call the cops on her because as he said, she was being a fucking brat. Finally, he got her to go sleep in his brothers room, and we fell asleep together, that is until I woke up in the morning, rolled over and saw her laying next to me not him. I left, livid.
Now ladies you have only two options if you show up at the house of a guy you like uninvited and you see him with another woman. It's either A or B, there is nothing in between, especially if you want him to want to want you again, and here they are:
A. Join. Yes, thats right, join, make it a threesome. I honestly was down, but she was not having it.
B. Leave. Don't hang around waiting for him to choose, he already did. He went home with another girl. If he really liked you that much he would have kicked out the girl upon your entrance, without you having to comment, or he wouldnt have taken girl number two home to begin with.
I know what I'm talking about. I went to see a past lover once, right before I left Arizona. He spent the entire night hanging on some other chick in front of me (after spending the days previous all over me). So I played some pong and then left. I didnt want to stick around to wait and see who he picked to spend his night with, why would I put myself through that? I have respect for myself, obviously Ms Thing didnt.
Next time I see her I really want to say: If you want to rock the label Femme Fatal, you've got to hold your own, leave them wanting more, not wondering were they can buy a muzzle so that you'll stop the whining. Grow up and be confident. If he'll let you cry over him for more then 30 minutes without trying to comfort you and shed those tears, then he doesnt care. Deal with it...if that doesnt work perhaps a slap across the face will snap her back into reality haha because, serioulsy? SERIOUSLY.
Happy fucking Valentines Day to me, at least I came, if you know what I mean ;)
