OH NOOO, HE DIDN'T!

My Girls,
I am so sorry it has taken me so long to write you. After the last date, where the tycoon got that chick's phone number I took a two week hiatus from dating. I was listening to a Wayne Dyer CD and he said in no uncertain terms, "Stop searching for love! Let love find you!" I agree with Wayne D, because searching for love is just exhausting. So what has happened in the last couple weeks since we have last chatted, let me tell you, girlfriend, A LOT. This ain't no disco here in LA.

So I went to lunch with my brother and a group of attorneys and when I met them at Houston's in Santa Monica, one of the lawyers greeted me very lasciviously. I have no problem with being lusted after, no problem at all. But then this man, we will call him LL for lawyer loser, went on to ask me the worst series of questions that a man could ask a woman. You will be flabbergasted. The following questions were really asked of me..
1. How old are you? (Par for the course of rude questions) Ladies, you don't have any obligation to tell a man your age. Just tell him, "I am old enough to know better and young enough to not be able to resist."
2. What size bra do you wear? He guessed 34 b and I was insulted enough to give him my real size 36 c. And get this, he challenged me on it! Like I would lie about such a thing. I was defending my cup size within the first five minutes of meeting LL.
3. What are your measurements? He guessed way smaller than I am so I said, "yes, exactly." If they guess low on my age or weight, I usually just say,"exactly", lol.
4. He asked me three adjectives to describe him. Not such a bad question. I wish I had said, "Rude, crass, and tactless."
5. How many lovers have you had? I shouldn't have even answered this one, but I lied and said, "I could count them on one hand."
6. When was the last time I had sex? I was stupid and told the truth and told him, "Let's just say I am a 2010 virgin." This is sad, but true. But it's only June the year's not over yet.
7. And for his grand finale, he asked me if I thought that guys with small hands had a small penis. I said, "yes". So to prove me wrong, he busted out his cell phone and asked, "Would you like to see a photo of my penis? It's very big!" I was like, "Absolutely, not! I am so uncomfortable with that!"

He then got my number, paid for my lunch and invited me to go to Burke Williams for a spa day with the other female lawyers. I thanked him, but told him I had to get to therapy. I spent the first 15 minutes of therapy lamenting that I even answered any of his questions at all. Girls, you don't have to answer a question, just because a guy asks you. You can say, "I am not comfortable discussing that." Or you can say, "that is just too personal, I don't want to talk about it." I am not going to beat myself up for answering so many of his questions because I strive for imperfection. I am perfectly imperfect! You live and you learn, y'know?

So that was my random lunch with the lawyers. I have some new guys on my porch who I will discuss in the next blog, so stay tuned.

Signing out,

Goddess Girl