let's get one thing straight: that pointy flesh prod you think is sight unseen in your overgrown thatch of pubic hair....yeah, it's really noticeable

if i'd had a blog a few years ago, the whole world would have known of my general lack of confidence concerning the men i chose to "date". date has to go in loose quotes, because although there have been many years in my personal history occupied by long-term boyfriends, there's been alot of randomites up in the mix that caused me tons of drama and grief, making "dating" a subjective term. when i was in my mid-20s, i was full of lip, sass and many extra pounds. today i am a firm believer that my extended folds of skin were a direct contributor to my willingness to pretty much tolerate whatever kind of nonsense some man would send my way, because i saw them as potential boyfriends, not the self-absorbed attention cravers they were. it's a damn good thing these blogs weren't in the mix yet, or no telling the tales of woe i would have been spilling forth for all to see. reading my old pen & papers is hard enough, because i was letting all the angst loose there. it's nothing i want to rehash now, but i do feel i'm at the point