I love men, REAL men. Men who don't act like dogs and paw all over me, follow me EVERYwhere just because I show them a little attention, try to jump on me and lick my face, pee wherever and whenever the urge hits them, focus on mine and my friends crotches constantly, bark and whine when I leave their presence. You've heard the expression,"all the good men are either gay or married"? It's not true. They are hiding. Hiding from over emotional, materialistic, "poor me" freaks of feminine nature. The simpy "Cinderella"s of misguided social culture. ( To them I say, "Get off your ass and out of the mall and find out what real life is all about!")

People whine about not being happy. O boo hoo! It's out there , it's yours so take it, feel it. You have to MAKE it your own. Don't wait for someone to give it to you. It doesn't work that way.

I get called a bitch quite often because of my blunt and straightforward nature. I don't have time to candy wrap my opinions and truths so that everyone's feelings don't get bruised. I expect people to be the same with me. So long as it is a fair observation or suggestion, I will consider it's value in respect to my life. I don't have to take anyone's advise unless I deem it necessary.

As for male egos....I have my own way of dealing with such trivial matters. Example: When I was in college, I worked the overnight shift at a grocery store. Every night this male dancer would come after his shift was over. He was very impressed with himself as was apparent. One night, while he was there, two girls came in after the bars had closed. They were in line behind him and he was just going out of his way to impress them as much as he impressed himself. He was actually doing leg stretches on the railing divider and practicing dance moves. I felt compelled to put him in his place. So, after I had rung up his items and taken his money (all ones), I looked at him ever so sweetly and asked, "Excuse me, but are you a male dancer?" His reply was to flip his overly long and permed hair, smile and say , "Why, yes I am. How did you know?" I told him his ones were all sticky, which crumpled him instantly and he left quickly with head bowed low. It took him a while to come back to the store, but when he did, he behaved. No more obnoxious and gut wrenching behavior.

I have learned to be proud of being a bitch. I am not unfair, mentally or emotionally controlling of others. I am just aggressive and adamant about the things I want to achieve and create in my life. If that just so happens to make me a "bitch", so be it. It's better than being a "dick".