Don’t have the right words for your relationshit? Robyn’s gotch u!

I feel like Robyn is not a human being, but a manifestation of the collective single gay men’s consciousness. She literally has a song for every dating scenario you could encounter.

Sometimes you meet someone who only appeals to one aspect of what you’re looking for, and everything else is shit. I don’t know how this is possible, but some people are amazing in bed, and then as soon as the deed is done you find yourself running out of the house screaming, because his boringness just burst into the room and caught him cheating with you. Or, it could be the opposite. I’ve met some people who could carry a conversation and make me laugh all night, but then as soon as it’s time to get it on, they start doing some stupid shit, like kissing you as if they were a fucking guppy. Seriously. Who the fuck kisses with only their lips pecking open and closed???  Should I just dunk your head in a bucket of water, since breathing on land is making you gasp for air? I digress… The problem is you’re half interested in this person, and they don’t realize it. They might send you texts like, “I look forward to seeing where things go between us”, or “I’m so lucky to have met you”, or “What would you call us?”.  Don’t know how to respond? Well, fear not. Robyn has just the song for you!

Ever had a steamy affair with someone, and just knew in your heart you were THE ONE? Clearly fate destined you two to be together, but somehow the timelines of when you crossed paths got jumbled up with this other person in the way, whom you’ve never met. You keep getting promises that they will break up, but now’s not the right time. Clearly you haven’t read the book, “He’s Just Not That Into You” by Greg Behrendt (read the book; don’t watch the movie). YOU KNOW (stupidly) that he loves you more, and he just needs a little extra advice and gentle encouragement from you to help him start his life together with you instead. Whatever do you say? Don’t worry. Robyn’s got a song for that!

You might want to find the audio version of that song. Your boo-thang is not going to be able to unsee those pants or dance moves after watching the video.

Ok, so maybe your steamy affair didn’t work out, and you were the one who got dumped. Or, maybe someone read this blog post and sent you “Hang With Me“. OOOOR fuck!!! Someone sent your boyfriend “Call Your Girlfriend” and he just told you it’s not your fault. But, he just met somebody new and he tells you not to get upset, second-guessing everything you’ve said and dooooone…Shit now the song is stuck in my head, and I have to listen to it again… Anyway, you just got dumped, and now you see this asshole out and about with his new beau who he dumped you for. Robyn understands. She made this for you:

And finally, my favorite of them all. You met that new hottie and you KNOW that he is THE one. You can’t stop texting each other, and when you finally do meet up, you feel like you could die the next day and truly lived your life. Excuse me one moment. I think I just wrote some “Twilight” shit. I’m going to hook electrodes to my  most sensitive areas, and read the books now to associate those stories with a negative experience. Every relationshit you’ve had up until this point has been a complete fuck-up. And now, you’re not going to let any of that ruin this moment. You’re indestructible! Robyn understands…

OMG Why are you alone? Let me introduce you to this really cute guy!

Yesterday the Supreme Court of the United States legalized gay marriage for the entire country. Since that unleashed a gay fuck-wave across the nation, JUST LIKE THE CONSERVATIVES SAID IT WOULD, I decided to join my kind for the night to see if I could meet my special someone on this historic night. Not really. I was going to head home after dinner with a couple of my BFFs, but then I heard amazing dance music, and thought, eh, I’ll go to the local joint and shake my ass for a bit.

For me, I don’t really like going to clubs to meet people. I’m weird in the fact that I usually like to go by myself and dance in a crowd of strangers. There is something about sharing in the collective energy of whatever awesome song is pumping that gives me a thrill. My ideal night out would ultimately look something like this (minus Neo and Trinity fucking in a cave above us):

I got there kind of early, so there was this awkward stage where I’m standing around waiting for the crowd to come in. I picked a quiet spot to stand and mind my own fucking business.


“OMG! Why are you here hiding by yourself?”

“I’m just hanging for a bit, waiting for the dance floor to fill up.”

“Are you here with someone?”


(gasp) “Honey, what are you looking for? I’ll introduce you to people and help you find a man.”

Fuck. “I’m not really looking for anything. I just came here to hang for the hell of it…Seriously.”

“Oh, you have to meet my cute friend, and he’s single too! Hold on, let me go find him.”

The trannie swooshes away, and like the annoying bird that she is, she comes back with a worm dangling from her beak. Literally. This dude looked like a worm.

Here’s the thing. I’m a shallow bitch. I know this about myself. There are three people on earth I’m attracted to right now – the hot Brazilian that lives 723 feet away from me (+/- 30 ft accuracy), Dorian Pavus, and Marlon Teixeira:

Ok, Marlon’s a bit extreme, but I needed an excuse to look at him and link his photo into my blog.

So, it’s incredibly fucking over-the-top annoying when someone tries to hook me up with a friend of theirs. In fact, it’s flat out rude, because a) you’re making the assumption that I need saving when I don’t, and b) you’re assuming that you know what my incredibly personal tastes are in men. Do you go around spraying people with cologne you think they’ll like? Do you order someone a drink without asking them what they want? Do you just start painting someone’s house in what you think is their favorite color? No? Then fuck off, and don’t just assume you found the perfect match for me, when I’ve never even met or seen this person. It’s also rude to your friend. What if he wasn’t into me at all. Now he’s thrown into a situation he doesn’t want to be in either. I also find it degrading when people think that if I get thrown into a cage with their friend we’ll just start sniffing and mounting each other’s asses like dogs.

The dude started off nice, and we chatted for a bit, but I was not attracted to him at all. After the initial pleasantries, I was over it, but he kept lingering. Great, now I have to figure out a way to communicate I’m not interested without being a dick. I told him I was going to meet up with some friends on the dance floor. Nope. Didn’t work. He followed me out there. Tried to keep a hula hoop distance between us while dancing. Nope. Didn’t work. Finally met a familiar face I could talk to, and divert attention. Worked for a little bit, but ended up back-firing (I’ll get to that later).

In the meantime…

This girl approaches me and asks if I’m by myself. You’d think I learned my lesson by now and would just lie and say I have a BF, but nope, I’m a dumb shit.

“Oh, I have a friend over there that is adorable and single. I think you guys would make a cute couple.”

Seriously, what is making me a shit-magnet for all the saviors tonight? Do I have Carrie Bradshaw’s diary scrolling in a thought bubble over my head? I give a weak hint that I’m not interested, “I’m just hanging tonight with some friends.”

“My friend is really cute, he plays rugby.”

OOOOH! Why didn’t you say so? Let me just grab my ankles now. Thankfully, this chick had some modicum of emotional intelligence and finally picked up I wasn’t interested, and left me alone.

I dance for a few more songs. Meanwhile wormy dude is dancing like Elaine from Seinfeld while eye-fucking me. He goes for kiss one, and I dodge it. Goes for kiss two, and I dodge it as well. Finally, I have to gently push him away, and I tell him I need to head out. DUDE IS STILL CLUELESS, and tells me how much he enjoyed our night together. I give him the cold two pats on the back hug, and I’m just about to leave, when my acquaintance jumps in and says, “Hey, did you get each other’s numbers.”

My face…

I finally escaped. As I’m walking out the door, the trannie makes eye contact and tries to wave me down. I might or might not have run out of the club like I just robbed a bank…

~~~My Social Edict~~~

NEVER try to hook your friend up with someone on the fly. Ten times out of ten, it just leads to an awkward situation for your friend and the person you’re introducing him to. I am not saying you can’t introduce friends you think might be a match. That is fine when you do it in the correct way. How do you do it correctly? You don’t set the expectation for a date, or that you think they will be interested in one another. You invite the two to the same event or the same space, and introduce them as your mutual friend like you would with any other friend of yours. From there, if they’re a match, guess what? It will happen. If they’re not, then they probably won’t bother with each other, and there won’t have to be this awkward discussion about there not being a mutual interest. And for fuck’s sake, get off your high horse and get over your savior complex if you have one.

Dating Woes

This post is probably not going to be as entertaining or as humor-filled as my others. But whatever. The title of this blog is “Someone Had to Say it”, and not “I’m your personal retarded monkey to make you laugh”.

So let me first say I’m not going to be one of those mopey, bitchy people who whines about being single. I get SOOOO annoyed when I see singles making not so subtle hints about how they just can’t seem to ever find a good man (or woman if you’re into that : ). I am certain that people are single because they either choose to be, or because they won’t resolve issues that repels the right kind of people from entering their lives. It is impractical to think that the problem is the REST OF THE HUMAN POPULATION surrounding you. Remember that sad fuck at the party that everyone wanted to get to know and date? Neither do I.

Well, you’ve been single for over a decade so what does that say about you then?

Indeed I have. I’m certainly not perfect, and lord knows my stretch of singledom has spanned years due to my own issues of laziness about meeting people and other personal things I need to work out. I’m also pretty happy leading the single life. I firmly believe that if you are not happy being single then you’re doing it wrong.

So this post is about my biggest frustration with dating and meeting people, the few times I actually venture out and do it.

The biggest thing that I just CANNOT wrap my head around is why people will not tell you what they want. Either people cling to someone who THEY KNOW is not interested in them and pretend to be ok with it until it blows up, or they will string someone along that they have no intentions of ever dating. I’m usually pretty honest with people about what I want from them. I will flat out tell you from the beginning if I am interested in dating you, being friends with you, or just hooking up with you. So yes, when I meet a person and they try aiming for something other than what I say I am interested in without an adult conversation beforehand, I get pissed off and let them know.




when I call them out, they have the audacity to say that I am bitchy, or my favorite, “I don’t have time for drama.” No bitch, you’re just a pussy, and I had to be the one to grab a set of balls and be honest about the situation we’re in.

If I tell you that I am only interested in having fun and I tell you I do not want a relationshit with you, that doesn’t mean hold my hand, give me sweet kisses, and ask me if I’m seeing anyone else. I get that maybe what you want is more than what I’m willing to give you, and maybe that hurts. Trust me, I know. I’ve been on the other side of the exact same situation. However, if you’re in a situation that causes you pain, LEAVE IT. If you tell me that you want to end things because it’s not going in a direction you want, I’m ok with that. But that never happens. I end up having to be the one that grabs a set of balls for both of us and end it. I’m usually met with a lot of anger when this happens. But you know what? I did you a favor. I gave you a place to direct your anger and I did not leave you guessing. I could be like a lot of other guys out there and just be a pussy and stop returning your calls or texts with no explanation. But no. I’ve been in that situation myself plenty of times and I know it sucks. I try not to be what I hate, and I will give you a specific reason why I don’t want to see you anymore.

…unless I think you’re a complete asshole. In that case I’ll leave you guessing….asshole.

And to the other extreme, is when I tell you I am interested in dating. I get that apps like Grindr and Scruff are mostly for hookups. That’s why if I have a good conversation with you, and I think it could have the potential to be something more than a one night stand or friends, I will say, “I want to take you on a date.” OMG what could he possibly mean by this?! I don’t go on dates to potentially see if we can just be pals. I go on them because I saw potential for us to be something more than that. Sometimes it doesn’t work out the way I envisioned. One of my dearest friends for the past five years is a result of a date that did not develop further into a long-term relationship. However, there are some people who really disappoint me when they don’t want more, and it would be hurtful for me to settle for a watered down version of what I expected. I don’t harbor any ill will towards these people. I believe if it works out, great; if it doesn’t, then move on. But, I can’t always be, “Lah-Dee-Dah, I’m so glad I’m into you more than you are into me. I would love to be sidelined as a friend!” SO AGAIN, I grab the cojones and I tell these people, that I’m going to remove myself from the situation and block them. It’s nothing against them, I just know that for me to move on, I have to be away from the person. I’m telling them this so they don’t think I’m bitter and angry towards them. I am also careful in how I word it. I own up that I am the one with the issue and that I am doing this for me, and it’s nothing against them, but these guys always take it as if I just accused them of participating in a back alley abortion.


No. Your discomfort with honesty does not equal drama. Drama would be if I kept clinging to a person who is not interested, or stringing someone along that is not interested in me.