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Venus and Mars- Communication

Often I have stopped to wonder what asshole thought it would be funny to create the excuss "communication barrier". Here's the real deal, he's not listening because he doesn't want to! Not because there is some genetic factor that says he has a penis and you don't so he can't understand or comprehend. Chances are if he is a mentally stable human being with voice recognition skills and can speak the language you're speaking, he knows exactly what's being said.

Stop making excusses and stop allowing venus and mars to use the "Oh it's because their the opposite sex and they don't get it" line. Everyone is capable of empathy and the "putting self in anothers shoes" method.

*steps of pedastal*

No Hunny, I have not lost my spark

...perhaps you're just jealous because your libido has hit rock bottom and that little baby carrot dangling between your legs just isnt...uh..getting it anymore.

No, I am not a conceited bitch who enjoys putting her boyfriend in the doghouse (although he looks so damned cute all curled up and shivering in there) I am simply a 20 year old - sex guru of sorts- at least so I've been told, attempting to share my experiences and advice to those who need it. Of course also to vent and bitch about my own personal experiences.

But I don't lack- I am a sex goddess, plain and simple, K, thanks. (Again, I swear I am really not this conceited. Okay. Maybe just a little)

Now that you know I am a bitch, hehe, perhaps I should share something other than assholish wit =)

I am a writer. Duh. I am working on a book (yes I know isn't that exciting! so are like 5 gazillion other people!) My eggo is also preggo- quite preggo to be exact about 25 weeks and counting. I am naming her Cricket (yes, fuck you.) My boyfriend is a 24 year old trafficking manager for a trucking company. Wait..trafficking coordinator...or administrator...? What the fuck ever, basically they don't want to throw manager behind his title because then they'd have to pay him more. (Fuck this economy.)

I have this reputation for being slightly um...arrogant and much of a sarcastic asshole- although there are tons more sarcastic assholes far worse than myself *runs off to get Robert from the doghouse*. Really I love him- it's just so damn easy- much like me. (What you don't think someone just handed me all this sex experience do you?)

I work in Wal-mart as a Cosmetics and Health and Beauty Associate (disregard the fancy title. I Help 13 year old pick out tampons and forty something's decide which douche will work best for them- not to mention deal with the retarded bastards that think they can basically open makeup and apply it like were a fucking free make-over service.

Me: ‘Um, excuse me mam, are going to buy that?"

60 year old having a lipstick identity crisis: "No, just trying it out."

Me: Well since you've already smeared three of them on your liver spots while testing them, I assumed you'd be polite and buy it. (Because um who the hell wants to buy something someone has used on their lips and tested on a wrinkled arm covered with old liver spots. Sure in fuck not me!)

Mrs. Crumplebottom Liver Spots: "Ugh!"

Me Politely: "It's 7.95 plus tax, don't forget to pay before you leave."