I'd like to take a moment to wax poetic, given my life has been providing me with quite a bit of blog material these days.
Read: I'm dating. A lot.
Bad leather jackets, cargo pants of any variety, Sketchers. Also any individual or combination assult herein: Plaque on teeth, bad breath, arrogance, blunt rudeness to wait staff, intolerance, ponytails (they turn the backs of heads into horses butts) - especially braided ones or pigtailed ones. Buns are ok. Nay, cute.
Weird collections (dolls, plates, toenails). Beer tabs, coins and stamps are obviously fine. Extra points for baseball cards.
Chewing with mouth open (are we five?), checking other women out. Drinking the kool-aid (of any topic, idea, school of thought, company...think for yourself!).
Platform shoes (or any kind of lifts), sansabelts, addictions, trying too hard. Excessive anger, angst, drunkenness, overtly stinky gas, mom or old relationship baggage. More rings or jewlery than me, and I wear a lot so you've got a lot of wiggle room. Don't push it.
Men, let's hear from you...Thoughts?
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