So I was in the library studying and to my suprise Pretty boy/ Chris called. We were having a nice conversation and he decides that he wanted to see me so he came by the library.

We talked more and we were actually having a nice conversation. He seemed really cool and chill. Then he starts to jump into his bag of tricks, saying that he could really see himself with me and that we would be really good together.

Wow, I thought he'd save those lines for our lunch date (I hate that word). Just when I thought he was kinda decent he goes for the "okey doke". His lies feigned sincerity, but I'm sure that is just a craft he has picked up over the years.

Am I in love with this guy? Clearly not. Do I want to someday marry this guy? I think not. All I want to do is get to know this guy. Make sure he's not a total bastard, so that I can get a little action out of the deal until Mr. Right comes along. Sounds a little cruel I know, but its true. Unlike Mr. Feed 'em Crap, I can be honest about my intentions. His attempt to woo me was cute. I'm mean those green/blue eyes were sparkling, but I'ma a big girl ... that type of baiting hasn't worked since high school.

I'm still doing my homework on him so the jury is still out. He's trying too hard, so I'm assuming his fling with that other chick must be over. He's on the hunt for some ass .... if he plays his cards right it could be me. But for the relationship bullshit he was talking today .... fuck that.

~Mr.Big's Blog Bitch (formerly known as Jen)

I like my title, it gives the appearance that something worthwhile happened in my day. Sadly, nothing happened. Pretty chill day. Thats better than a bad day.

I just got back from the movie thing with Pimpercrombie&Bitch/Pretty Boy/Nice Teeth aka Chris. Boy thats a long name. Anywho, things went okay. Would have been nice to see the movie though; we got rained out (by the way was that proper use of a semi-colon ... in my old age grammar has failed me).

Things with Chris started out shakey (Is that spelled right? Has spelling failed me too?). I went with some friends, and so we were standing around talking/mingling/shooting the breeze and Chris comes up behind me and slaps me on the ass. He slapped me on the ass.

If you ever want to see this girl spit fire, slap her on the ass. I hate that. Okay I like it, but only if someone I like does it. He doesn't know me well enough to touch my ass, let alone slap it.

So of course, I was PISSED. And I had to go to the tactic I that I hate to use. I really hate to do this, but a girl has got to make a statement. He slapped my ass. I grabbed his balls (not too hard)and told him to "never slap my ass again"

He said he was joking and I'm sure that he was, but a girl gotta set some boundaries. Last week he didn't call. The other day he's stalking me. Tonight he's grabbing my ass. I don't think so. You have to nip these things in the bud before they get out of hand. What kind of girl does he I am?

Beyond this fiasco, everything was pretty cool. We talked a little bit. Found out he's from Arkansas. Architecture major. Likes rock climbing, hanging out with his buddies drinking beer (so I smelled), and of course me. He actually seemed decent tonight.

Something keeps telling me to stay away; I should know better. I'm pretty judgemental of REALLY cute guys. Generally, they are self-absorbed, playboys, just looking to get laid and then move on to the next. They charm you out of your pants and bounce. They never call. They move on and leave you to find out that you are one of many. I've been with 2 of these superhot/perfect looking/model boys. My theory, proven right both times. I really not willing to go 3 for 3.

We're going out to lunch Tuesday. It'll give me a chance to snoop out info about him during the weekend. You know the usual stuff, who he hangs with, who he's dated, what he did over the weekend, does he have any kids, is he a weirdo. Just the general scandalous stuff I need to know. I got connections, be warned!!!!!

If everything comes back pretty clean, then I can make my first call to him. He's throwing the ball at me too much, I need to hold it for a little while. I feel like I'm reacting too much, time for the tables to turn.

We'll see. I know one thing for sure, if I were getting laid I would not have to go through all this bullshit. At least if this kinda works out, I can get laid. Just remembered, those pretty boys (or at least the 2 I've had) aren't that great in the bed. Maybe this isn't worth my time. If I'm gonna get laid, I at least like to have it done properly... anything else just cuts into my sleep time.

Peace & Grease

~Mr. Big's Blog Bitch (formerly known as Jen)