When it comes to girls, birthdays aren't just 24 hours. They last all weekend, or maybe even a whole week. It's a national holiday and a major event. When it comes to a girl's birthday, there's a few musts. Decorations It's absolutely essential to pimp the birthday girl out with a sash and crown when you go out. If you're throwing a party, decorations, fancy cups and balloons are key. Everyone needs to know this isn't just some party, it's THE party. Plus you need a banner and balloons to pose next to so all of Facebook, Instagram and Twitter know just how awesome the party was.
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Birthday Dinner You have to all of your friends to a sit-down, dress-up dinner before the birthday girl's big night on the town. Everyone gets to catch up (sober) and there's plenty of opportunities for selfies. Hungover brunch There's just nothing like strutting you're stuff into the nearest breakfast join with the half-broken crown still on the birthday girl's head the next morning for a hungover brunch. Sipping on mimosas while laughing about how drunk Becky got the night before and giggling obnoxiously loud so everyone at the local eatery knows you had a fun birthday night.
Remember, the number of pictures you upload is directly proportional to the amount of fun you had on your birthday weekend, so snap away!
Have you ever been dating a guy and really liking him when it hits you like a tornado.... "I'm not looking for anything serious like a relationship."
Seriously bro? We're at the fuckin Olive Garden, I've already given up the goodies and you text me nonstop... But you don't want a relationship?
You have got to be kidding me.
You just got hit with "The Disclaimer."
This seems to happen all to often to women everywhere. Well, me and my friends atleast.
So what do you do in this situation? Run for the hills? Play it cool? Tell him you want more?
A few cute girls tell you what they think you should do in this situation here...
Alright, clearly they think you should play it cool and pretend you're down for whatever, while sneakily trying to trick him into wanting more because that's in fact what you want.
Are they delusional? Will this actually work?
Caitlin, in her first of many guest blogs on Chatty Kathy, tells the not-so-pretty story of what happens when you follow this "play it cool" method.
"There was this one
guy that I was kind of seeing a few summers ago. He never said straight out
that he didn’t want anything serious but it was pretty obvious because he was
22 years-old, living in Boston, and had just gotten out of a serious
relationship. His name was Joe and it so happened that I really liked him. I’m
not sure if it actually had anything to do with him or the fact that he was
unavailable that made him so appealing to me but I pursued him like any naive
girl would pursue an unavailable guy. “He’ll want to be with me one day.”
False.
So from May to
September, I consistently had sex with Joe and played it cool in hopes that he
would see me in a different light other than “fuck buddy”. He did take me out
on a couple dates which only flamed my hopes. We even went to a Red Sox game on
a double date with my friend and his friend which only ended in disaster.
Everyone had one too many beers and meaningless fights broke out over nonsense.
The Sox game was fun though!
One night, Joe had a
small-but-serious party at his apartment in Brighton with his friends and my
friends. One of Joe’s roommates had told my friend, Meaghan, that Joe was
thinking about asking me out. It turns out that his roommate had told him that
that was a mistake. There went my only hopes of being with Joe. I had thought
that maybe his roommate’s words wouldn’t stick, but that wasn’t the case.
As the summer drew to
a close, I received less and less texts from Joe to hang out and they
eventually stopped. I hate being seen as a clingy girl but the less available
he was, the more I wanted him. And the more I wanted him, the less available he
wanted to be. One of the worst paradoxes that I’m positive every single girl
has been through. For the longest time after things ended, I felt like he was
“the one that got away”. So cliche but we never actually had a real
relationship to even determine if we were a right fit or not. I used to receive
the occasional text from Joe wanting to see me but he usually talked about how
awesome my ass is. Talk about an obvious booty call text.
I probably wouldn’t
have done anything differently because regardless of what I would have done, he
still wouldn’t have wanted anything with me. But for some God damn reason, I
couldn’t comprehend that. Maybe anal would have helped but I was terrified of
that shit back then."
Clearly, it seems like nothing good can come from this tactic to "The Disclaimer."
Jen Kucsak, blogger of Welcome To The Jungle, seems to think that in a case like this, you should run for the hills. Her post "8 Simple Rules for Dating A 20-Something Boy" says "6. No sex on the first night. A one night stand is most likely not going to turn into a relationship. Unless you are a character in a movie, which I highly doubt you are" and "8. Just have fun. Life's too short for playing games. If he's not showing interest, then maybe he's just not that into you."
Cali Bradshaw, of Sex and The Twenties, thinks saying "fuck it" is the way to go. In her blog post, "Dear Brad, You Suck," she says "And after feeling like complete shit for a few days I’ve decided there is only one possible answer to this – this is about him. Whatever his deal is, I am confident I did nothing wrong and there is nothing here that I could learn from or do differently in the future." She goes on to say, "I am a dating blogger… surprise, you are a star! This blog gets about 25,000 hits a month, so congratulations to you on your new found fame." So publicly shame him! Way to go!
Had you asked me my opinion 6 months ago I would have said go along with it until he falls for you. I was doing that with Douche #1 and of course, nothing but drunken weekend booty calls came out of it.
So had you asked me a month ago, after agonizing months of trying to coax this boy into not "hating girls" and "not being ready," which was his excuse, I would have said absolutely not. Run for the hills or tell him straight-up what you want.
But of course old habits die hard, so when the next guy came along and threw "The Disclaimer" at me I once again said "yea me either - totally not looking for anything serious." And boom - instant boyfriend.
So I guess the moral of the story is that sometimes playing it cool works and sometimes it makes you run down a never-ending rabithole. Basically, shit happens.
A Girl's guide to drinking it through back-to-back sporting events. Basically a "what not to do"
So, This weekend was the national holiday everyone's been waiting for all year: my birthday. My friends got me tickets to the afternoon Bruins game, and by a sick twist of fate, the Red Sox game we were supposed to go to earlier in the week got rescheduled to the same night as the Bruins game. That's a long day of drinking and a quick, hilarious wardrobe change in a parked car to make it through. I attempted to document my day and its hilarity, but by the 5th consecutive hour of drinking in between the games, things like staying awake and even knowing my own name were a struggle, not to mention whipping out my phone to record things. So I'm not gonna lie, a lot of the Red Sox game isn't here, but cut me some slack guys, I was drunk and it was my birthday. Perfect excuse. So enjoy watching my friends make fools of themselves and hearing my annoying voice say, "What are you doing!?" a million times.
[Note: Huge shout out to my web guy, Anthony, for helping me with this shit.]
