I didn't get picked for a REALLY good job.
I thought I had it in the bag, in fact I thought things were finally looking up.
SILLY ME.
I removed my Hank Moody post.
He turned out to be a huge dipshit and Karma is gonna pay him a visit for making me cry, saying hurtful things and looking past me because I'm not his "Type." I'm better from the looks of his past and the women I see posted up on his Facebook.
SILLY HIM.
The sad part, I wasn't even sad...OFFENDED more like it. Unless you are a Johnny Depp or Zac Efron look-alike, your no God to women and certainly the opposite. Sorry, to say, but I have had better men who are more good looking and less asshole in my life.
SILLY HIM.
Of course I am not his type...I'm not bones, I don't need a push-up bra, short skirt, and barely there top to get a man to notice me. I don't have smeared eyeliner that looks as if it was left over from yesterday and I certainly don't cake on my makeup and have alcohol flowing through my veins.
SILLY HIM.
However, it also made me see and realize I am not gonna date until they take me on a REAL date.
Whatever that is.
I guess in my head where they pick me up, take me to dinner that DOESN'T involve a dollar menu, a walk, first date jitters and all that jazz.
Yeah that's it....
I FLY SOLO.
He didn't even apologize.
Sad I was expecting one too...
I'm not his type.
He was never mine.
-laughs-
I am STEFANIE.
AMAZING I TELL YA!
And if any man cant see that, then he can go eff off.
I'm beautiful.
Sexy.
Funny.
AMAZING I TELL YA!
I'm Stef.......
ONLY ONE ME.
I AM A RARE TYPE.
