Pet Peeves 8:Colored Contacts

Now I know most women are not on this phase any more at least I hope not.

But I got to say it, colored contacts annoys the hell out of me.

I dont care what color, what reason that mess irks the hell out of me.

It stinks of insecurity, lack of confidence, self hate, all of which make a woman ugly as hell no mater what she looks like.

Hell I'm at the point were even if a womans eyes are really blue/green/gray, I hesitate.

Now I can deal with novelty contacts like a woman who walks around with cat eyes, or dollar signs or something wierd.

I get that she is trying to make a statement, the others?

Nope thats a sign of personality flaws to me.

Thats my Pet Peeve.

I am John McCain and I approve this message.

Pet Peeves 7: Excessive Tattoos

Excessive tattoos, that irks me.

Really that's for both men and women but on women it looks exceptionally ugly.

You ever see some one with a lot of tats and it reminds you of the New York city subways of the 80s?

Like their skin was vandalised by graffiti artists, and not in a good way.

I'm talking to the point that your not even sure what race the person is.



On women this is particularly annoying.

Used be a time when girls would get a tat in a discreet location, feet, back, butt, and chest.

Things got serious when they started doing like dudes and getting them on the bicep but I could deal with it if it wasn't something girlie.

But some locations are just a no go.

Like the neck.


That's just tacky and ensures me that I am going to have problems out of you.

I once dated a woman from New Orleans who had a butterfly tat under eye, (I'll tell you about them New Orleans women later that is a whole other type of woman right there), it was cool at first, but every time I tried to look into those pretty big brown eyes I get stuck on that butterfly

The places I can take a woman with a tat on her neck is limited, but I assure you my mother's house will not be one of them.

Way I look at it if I cant go from one body part to another with out running into a tat that that's too much.

If we go out and your wearing a dress that shows some flesh and it looks like I got the female version of Tupac on my arm that's to much.



That's just my pet peeve, no woman I date should look like she can out fight me in a bar.

Pet Peeve 6: Crying babys.

In the library to use the computer because mine has gone bonkers for the past week, and what do i got to put up with?

Mommas and their ADD kids running amok.

I am trying to be nice but it's a f!@##$ library and your kid is acting like they at a bag of sugar, that mess is not CUT, NOT ONE DAMN BIT.

That is all, I had to get that off my chest before I start throwing books and the rats.

Pet Peeves 5: Razor Bumps In That Certain are ;)

Now I prefer a natural hairstyle on a woman.

I'm not talking about on top of her head but on top of her vagina.

I'm old school like that, but hell it's not like I am going to turn down a hairless kitty, but if I got a choice that doesn't include both than I'll stick with miss nappy dug out.

But what I will not tolerate is razor bumps, never mind that i got to stop an examine them to make sure that I haven't come across an STI, it just looks ugly as hell.

Doesn't make sense to me, when I get them on my neck they hurt like hell so I cant imagine what it feels like down there.

I mean the can leave a 5 o'clock shadow if it's that serious.

But if you know your kitty cant handle a clean shaving than leave it alone, God put that hair down there for a reason, ME!

That will be all.

Pet Peeves 4: Black Women Wearing Red Lipstick

Black Women Wearing Red Lipstick

I have no idea why this irks the hell out of me but it does.

It drives me crazy, violent type crazy wear I want to pull out a wet wash cloth and start rubbing it on the lips of random black women wearing that cursed color red.

I am writing this cause I came across a smooth skinned woman the other day who was wearing red lipstick, she was redbone her self so you would think it wouldn't be so bad, but hell no.

My neck stiffened up and I do that thing with my jaw when I'm trying to bite my tongue.

I wanted to be like "yo you want me to pay for you to see a make up artist?".

That mess right there has me unstable, when ever I see it.

I am not sure when this started to drive me batty, I suspect in the 90's, when everybody should have shaken off the horrors that was called 80's fashion and style.

Now although I see my self as a professional women watcher, I am normally a soft touch when it comes to women and style, to me any style that I haven't seen yet is good style.

And if a women is bold enough to rock something crazy than it adds to her sexiness which as I posted earlier http://thehappygoluckybachelor.blogspot.com/2007/05/beautiful-vs-sexy.html

I value more than mainstream media's view of beauty.

I like it all.

Artsy.


Ghetto.


Cool.


Scandalous.


Girls next door.


I can deal with it all styles, trends, fads from head to toe.

All but red lipstick.

I know that red lipstick came about to remind men of the vagina and that getting oral sex was like getting the real thing, (bloody hell it is).

I'm not impressed.

I have passed on women who wear it.

I have come up with all sorts crazy ideas to get it off the face of a woman I am dating.

One time I hid an ex's lipstick after she put it on than gave her a big wet one so that it was smudge all on her face so she had no choice but to take it off.

As a kid I threw out my mother's and blamed it on my little brother.

I spent money on Mac, Fashion Fair, just so a lady I was dating could switch it up.

I can deal with any other color, black to purple to brown and to all of it mixed into one.

But red?

I hate that mess.

I'm not sure why but I suspect as a kid I started seeing red lips as insulting.

You see this mutha right here.....


....reminds me of this.....


....which reminds me of this....



......which has me doing this....


It doesn't matter what shade of red, or what shade of black black women, hell doesn't even matter if its a white woman.

It drives me unstable.

So there it is another one of my many pet peeves.

I'm out, one.

Pet Peeves 3: Dating Hook Ups

What is it with friends who are in serious relationships, that they feel the need to hook you up with every single friend they come across?

It's like they sit there and plot on you........

"Look at him walking around here like he doesn't have a care in the world, whats he so happy about?"

"Who does he think he is acting like he is happy to be single, he knows he wants to settle down, I don't know why he is frontin."

"He just needs to meet the right woman like my friend......"

The hell I do.

That's how that nonsense starts, it's usually the girlfriend of one of my homeboys that starts this up, I suspect out of fear that a boyfriend with single homeboys is bound to go stray.

They'll ask their boyfriend to do the introducing to me if there nice, if there slick there girlfriend will be conveniently there when ever I show up, or if there bold they will call me up and than hand the phone to some woman and I am supposed to just roll with it.

This is how it is:

1- I like to do my own hunting.

I know what I like and I know what I don't like, chances are when some one tries hooking you up, its with what THEY LIKE FOR YOU.

As if I need saving, if Jesus cant do it what the hell makes you think you can?

Like a friend who refuses to introduce me to any of her slutty gold digging friends but has no problem introducing me to the woman next in line to achieve Sainthood.

Mean while she is introducing those same chicks to "good dudes" and wondering why those dudes come out of it bitter as hell.

I no longer have a heart to break, send those trifling broads to me!!

2- To close to the fire.

I do not like crossing friendships and relationships, because I know I am hard to handle, if she is a friend of yours than sooner or later she is going to start talking to you about me.

And of course you will feel obligated to butt your nose into my business and risk screwing all of our friendships up.

3- I don't like spending money or time with women with attitudes.

I cant judge a woman's attitude till I am alone with her.

Away from the friend who does the hook up because I know that true colors wont be shown till than.

I am a reasonable dude and care free with it but I got some old school ways, like I do not do dutch, if we are out on a date than I pay, that's it.

I had a woman insisting that she pay as if my treating her was obligating her to marriage or giving it up later that night.

Please.

I do not do the "well I think you kind of owe me" game.

To grown for that, if I thought it would have to come down to that to get some from her than I would of negotiated price up front like "so what you need baby light bill? Cable bill, something on the rent?".

Lets cut to the chase and start to negotiate.

So I insisted to her that she go hang with some one else while I worked the bar.

Do that independent woman/hear me roar mess with some one else.

4- The timing is always off.

Because I am either not looking, just don't want to be bothered, or have to many things going on in my life that adding a woman to the equation is like begging for cancer.

5- Hook ups usually move to fast.

Instead of trying to take the time to feel some one out they want answer for everything more than once.

I don't like to explain every little thing I do or don't do, like, why don't you smile, (cause ain't damn thing funny).

How come your not saying anything (got nothing to say).

Is there something wrong (no, if there is you will be the first to know).

And so on and so on.

6- You don't know me to be asking about my personal business.

Yeah we are supposed to get to know each other but if getting to know me comes off like you work for the IRS or the Feds than it's wrong.

I went out with a woman once when I was doing work for a music production company.

She had ideas about starting her own, and was asking me about it.

But the questions she was asking were along the range of how much money the company makes, what type of contracts are the artist signed to, real detailed things.

I explained to her that I really couldn't give out that information,.

So this chick blows up on me like it was something personal with her, talking about how she is going to make it with out help and that's whats wrong with black people we act like crabs.

She is straight up screaming on me all of a sudden like I'm a child, her damn child.

And to make matters worse I am riding with her and I forgot my cell phone, but F%^&^ that, I don't say a word, wait till she stops at a light get out the car in traffic leaving her car door open and beg passer by for change to catch the bus than train home.

I know some dudes that would have choked that broad out at the light.

7- Were on a date not a job interview.

Hook ups don't know how to relax an enjoy the time regardless, to hell bent on trying to impress instead of being themselves.

So when you talk to them they sound like they are trying to be hired for a job, talking about what school they went to, what degrees they have, what there expectations are, personality traits and so on.

Like I need those things from you.

What the hell do I care how much you make?

You still ain't paying for dinner.

Any way that's my another pet peeve of mine, hook ups.

Pet Peeves 2: The Active Hater

You know who I cant stand, the active hater.

The active hater is the hater who takes action against you with their hate.

A friend of mine brought to my attention that she was having problems with a group of women at work, I asked what the problem was and she goes on about how they talk about her behind her back, smile in her face, and intentionally disrupt her work, the serious part to me.

That's messing with the money.



She is the sensitive type who has to have every one like her and she must please every one, so this is playing on her mind.

Some real high school ish.

Now women can be catty sometimes especially with each other.......



...so I chalk it up to that and tell her to let it go.

She of course cant, and wants some advice on what to do.

What made her think I could give her advice on this subject that wouldn't involve some type scene is beyond me.



So I keep it simple and answer her by asking her a question.

Why do you give a f^%$?

Your intelligent and educated, which puts you ahead of the curve since most people are one or the other but rarely both.

You are attractive, there are men who are willing to give up a testicle to spend the night with you.

You have your own car, new.

Your own house.

You make serious money in a profession that if you quit tomorrow you would probably wind up with a better paying job the day after.

You have family that cares about you.

You have real friends that are loyal.

You have happiness.

Why are you sweating some back biters?

All you have to do is put some extra twitch in it when you walk away so they know exactly were to kiss you at.



Shrug them off, if it's that serious, tell the broads to step outside one by one and beat the ish out of them.



But why let women who are the definition of the B word stress you out and put you one step closer to the grave?

Tell them F you and move on.

But of course Ms. Nice Lady cant do anything like that.



So she will be back at work miserable trying to please some trolls that she should be slapping around.

I don't have the patience for that type of ish, the hater, some punk smiling in your face but running your name in the mud behind your back and even worse intentionally undermining you.

He or she doesn't like you for what ever reason and not only has to let every one know this but has to throw some major salt in your game.

Fine with me hate away, I am not above hating my self, some people need to be hated on because they only spread hate themselves, but do not try to stop my flow.

That's the type of ish that calls for war.

Stay in your weight class punk.


And you know whats funny?

The blogosphere is full of this high school B.S.

Oh I don't like her comments so I am going to get every one to ignore her, I cant his opinion so I am going to talk about him, I don't like her organization so I wont join and Ill convince other not to either.

Are you serious?

How old are some of the people out there?

I don't know whats worse the the online haters or the people who let these online sissy's upset there day.

How do grown people become and be victim of cyberbullys?



No scratch that cyberpunks.

Or better yet cyber......


Some lame sitting behind a keyboard, lord knows were, looking like lord knows what, talking smack about you.

Bump that, if you want to hate, hate from the sidelines.

In fact let me take this time to tell all my haters to kiss mine.

As a matter of fact if any one feels like telling some hater to kiss it please feel free to use my comment section to do it.

Don't hold it in, that will kill you, tell them they suck, if your too nice than tell them The Happy Go Lucky Bachelor said to kiss HIS a#$!

That is just another of many Pet Peeves of mine.

Pet Peeves 1: Mornings

Rather morning people.

I am not a morning person you can tell by how late I respond to other blogs.

I hate the morning, I think it has something to do with growing up in New York, Im up all night and I sleep all day.

But there are times when I have to deal with the day light, like coming off work or school or handling some business.

I walk around like a zombie till about 12pm than I start to perk up.

But what I hate are the morning people, the ones who get up happy, and want to spread their happiness like a disease.

For instance there is this one lady who comes in at 6am when I am getting ready to walk out and get home before the day light strikes.

It's at this time she wants to have a conversation with and tell me about the other day.

I'm half sleep and I got to here about what here kids did.

I'm saying what the hell makes her think I want to here about what Billy and Mindy did with the dog at f#%&^% 6am in the damn morning!!!

She cant understand that I am capable of throwing that hot coffee right in her mouth!

What the hell are you so happy about?!

Go sit your butt down some where and let me think!

Anyway I hate mornings.

Pet Peeves 1: Compliments

I hate when women give me compliments on my looks, it makes me really squirmish and I have no reason why.

It's like should I tell you the same?

Even if not true?