Miss T Dating is something I know all too well, and even though I didn’t have my first kiss until I was 16, I certainly have made up for lost time! I’ve tried it all from dating online, to blind dates, meeting guys at bars, work, on planes, and even met a guy once getting my oil changed. Despite all the effort I still haven’t found Mr. Right. Frankly, I’m exhausted by the whole dating scene, but am determined not to give up. I live in a world where if I can make it to the third date, the chances of us dating for longer than 2 weeks is promising. The question remains when and will that ever happen….so for now I’ll continue to make out in bars all across L.A. to keep us amused.
Miss I I am a single gal who is used to being in long term relationships, and doesn’t know how to enter the world of LA dating without her best friends “Judgment” and “Sarcasm” by her side. Socially inept, I’m better at making fun of any guy who looks my way rather than show genuine interest. Tall, blonde, and incredibly insecure, I am hoping to find that needle in a haystack and be proven wrong that there is still someone out there who can put up with my own personal style of crazy.
Miss P You know how some people call their friends “Besties” or “BFFs”, well I call my friends SLUT! It’s a term of endearment where I come from. But also not too far from the truth when it comes to most of my friends! I love boys and sex and will go after both if in the mood and into the guy, but I’m picky so I don’t get out there as much as I should…although my friends can usually talk me into it with a little probing and its usually worth it.
The events you are about to read are all true. Some of the names have been changed to protect the innocent. But some haven’t to humiliate the douche bags we have encountered in our dating lives. We’ve lived out in LA now for just about 6 years and have racked up more dating horror stories than you could imagine. We are best friends, and we’ve all been through a lot, some more than others, but we’ve all got our stories! We’re all East Coast transplants and out here in LA LA land to make our dreams come true, but that dream of prince charming seems farther and farther away the more dates we go on and the more guys that ask “come on, just the tip please??”
What is with these guys? Does that line actually work? Don’t get us wrong, we have friends who have accepted this invitation to play a little naked twister with the bathroom attendant at Ceasers’ palace, and you might even read a story of theirs if we’re lucky, but we’re embarrassed by the simple idea of a guy saying “can I please just stick it in for a minute?” and yet I keep hearing my girlfriends exchanging horror stories about yet another guy asking this new and popular question in hopes of a few thrusts with a girl he just met at the bar.
Seriously, we love men. They’re great! Who doesn’t love a great bout of banging before brunch? But for some reason it seems we have to put up with more and more atypical bullshit to get from A to please Me.
We don’t think we are in a sitcom, but it just seems our lives are constantly being played out in front of a camera that isn’t really there. So we’re putting it out there. And its hilarious. It’s a fucking jungle out there, and next time you think about asking a girl, “come on, just the tip, please?” let us help you out by answering with a resounding…No!
Unless you plan on calling the next day. Then maybe we’ll play. Just this once.