The Buyer


Hello dear fiends. Its been too long.

I’ve been doing…. something. But I cannot say what at this time.

But I noticed something really fucked up the other day while jumping back on to all forms of social media for the first time in a long time.

Mutual female friends were being seduced. Many of them, all at once.

One particular male was buying roses for a lot of women that he and I both mutually knew. And not just a few or one dozen. When I say “a lot” I mean A LOT!!!!!!!!!

I will be the first to admit that some of the women who were lavished were ones that I would not mind going after, and I thought to myself that this guy for whatever reason was really on top of things. Even though deep down inside I did not like his idea, he did it and it worked. So I started to let go and accept my defeat and wanted to give him props for what he had done.

Until one of them contacted me privately. I asked how she was enjoying her roses. And she began to break down. She felt used; violated. Not to mention humiliated.

When I asked her why. She said that this guy who had bought the roses wanted something in return. And we all know what that was!!

She gave it to him. And now she’s full of regret.

There wasn’t much that I could say or do. What was done, was done. But she knew better for next time.

I went nuts. I was about to go after him when I saw that his particular numbers in how many people are following him on social media were surprisingly low. This guy appears to be one lonely motherfucker. But a motherfucker with money.

And he has been buying his way into other women’s beds and bodies.

I’m not okay with it. Just because he his lonely, doesn’t give him any fucking right to do what he has done. Lucky for him, SHE proved that she learned her lesson, and asked that I not do anything to him about it.

If I hear that this guy poisons the well again with his antics, I’m definitely coming for him!!!!


Let’s hope the next time I sign on to here, it will be with better salutations.


Sis Boom Boo-YAH!


This afternoon I would embark on a string of foolishness and humor and hilarity that would land me in a position that I would have never thought I would be in, even if you would have told me that I would go there.

My stupid comments that were oozing with humor and well known sarcasm were posted on Facebook on a profile that belonged to a former cheerleader that I had met at a hockey game probably two years ago, maybe three.

She found the comments funny and then I sent her a personal message to her inbox, and a full fledged conversation began that would elapse for over an hour.

I recall her because of a comedy of errors one night when I went as a member of the Austin Blades to go spectate during an AHL hockey game. This cheerleader was nice and full of smiles and the whole thing. Stereotypical cheerleader.

So I had this digital camera that pretty much sucked an entire sack of elephant scrotum.

I could never get the thing to work. I had to turn to a former teammate who was there to use her stinking cell phone to get the photograph done. AFTER the game!!! After all that time, trying to make sure that things were okay with “MY” camera, I just couldn’t get it to function.

Now I am still in debt to the person that took the photograph… owing a six pack of beer.

But I attempted to keep in contact with the cheerleader. I mean after all the trial and error, it was just silly and ridiculous. I found her on Facebook and probably six months later, she accepted my request.

Until today when I went into a one-on-one conversation with her.

At the time, I knew that she was engaged to a very tall guy. And I knew to keep to myself and keep my nose clean when dealing with her.

And I did. And I also kept quiet. I kept in the shadows whenever I saw her post. Her cheerleading career came to an ending and it pulled the rug out from underneath me, thinking that I would be at more hockey games and therefore would see her more often. But she quit.

I made a comment to her this evening about how I would like to start saving my spending money and get a good lump saved up and then take her out to lunch, because I had heard she was kind of high maintenance. We both agreed that “lunch at McDonald’s” is NOT “lunch.”

But she got quiet. And so I simply asked if she would even be bothered to entertain the thought of going out to lunch. I expected disaster and her turning me down. Instead I got “But of course!”

So now I have a date with a former cheerleader. All that time hitting on them when I was child is about to pay off. Let’s hope so any way.

I don’t know when it will happen. But if I keep reminding her, and I’m not a dick about it, I am sure that it will happen eventually.

Let’s all keep positive with our fingers crossed.