I’ve been tweeting recently about Mr. Cocky and realized I hadn’t filled you all in yet on who he is! When tweeting, I’ve called him Mr. Cocky douche bag prick actually, but I’m just going to shorten it to Mr. Cocky from now on and here’s the scoop… Mr. Cocky and I met online and I honestly don’t remember which on of us approached the other first, but we exchanged several emails back and forth…"If You’re Cocky and You Know It…"
Last night I had a first date with a guy I’m calling Mr. STFU (Shut The Fuck Up for those who don’t know). Let me explain… Mr. STFU and I exchanged a couple emails on POF where he insisted the site was evil and he was taking his profile down blah blah… OK so then take it down & stop your whining! After a couple sarcastic back and forth sessions he mellowed out and asked…"Will You Please Shut the F**K Up?!"
When you begin dating someone there are bound to be lots of firsts– the first date, the first touch, the first kiss… Lately, I’ve had some great, and some not so great, first dates. Let’s face it, first dates are like a job interview. You spend all week in your closet (or your favorite store) coming up with the “perfect” outfit. When D-day finally arrives, you spend forever shaving, primping, curling and polishing making sure…"Firsts"