Since returning home, I have yet to receive a cat call… I’m beginning to wonder what’s wrong with this country!
Here is my collection of some awesome/hilarious pick up lines that got used on us in Barbados.
Please enjoy, but guys – USE WITH DISCRETION!
*Also, if you could read them aloud in a Bajan accent, that’d be amazing!
“You from Goodlin girl?”
“Well, you’re lookin’ good!”
– Buddy from the street hitting on my sister
“I see you all wrapped up. I’d like to unwrap that. I’d unwrap you like a present.”
-“Friendly” guy on the beach calling to my cousin who wrapped herself in a towel after a dip in the sea
“You want some company?”
“I’ll work on you.”
-Construction men wanting to come down to the beach with us
“Hi Charlie’s Angels. Charlie’s calling you!”
-Taxi drivers saying ‘hello’ to my sister, cousin and I
“You make these Daddy?”
“You done good work, man.”
-Some guys talking to my Grandfather about his granddaughters
“I’ve been admiring you from afar. I’ve already named you. Call you Roxy the Surfer.”
-Secret admirer/Creep show on the beach …guess he didn’t want a real introduction (my name’s not Roxy)
“I see you Billabong! You be the Billa, I be the bong!”
-Paul That Knows It All likes a girl in a Billabong t-shirt (gots to get me some more of those!)
What’s your best pick up line?
Day Twenty-two (Tuesday September 22nd) Being single isn’t scary. Being tied down is what scares me.
Good God I’m a stellar procrastinator. It’s been another three days since I’ve posted on here and I’m falling behind. It seems like a slippery slope this blogging business.
So, turns out it’s been “National Singles Week” all week long! Where the hell have I been?! I feel it necessary to put that in quotation marks as I’m still not wholly sure of my feelings on it and to be perfectly honest, I’m not exactly sure what it all means. Hopefully we can work it out here and untangle the monstrosity society sees single-dom as…
Why is it, and I’m about to make a massively uncalled for generalization but will continue, that it’s such a scary thought to be single? I realize not everyone believes single-dom to be scary. I, for one do not think this is a scary notion, but here we are sitting around this idea of “National Singles Week”. Is it really necessary to dedicate an entire week to us singles?! I don’t believe there’s a whole fucking week dedicated to couples!? Please do correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m next to positive there isn’t one. Moving along.
So I stumble across this blog that says in true spirit of singles week, and I quote, “Tell me: what’s the best part of not having a significant other?” HAHAHA! First off, kills me that the question begins with… “TELL ME” – if I’m sounding like that at any point on this blog, just kill me. I realize we’re not friends and you don’t need to tell me shit! When I share the link for this blog the tone you’ll get is one of bubble-gum-pop meets Sex and the City wannabe. All very cutesy. Makes me want to throw up at times.
Well, the response was an overwhelming agreement amongst women that the best part of being single is not having to shave (varied between legs and other body parts). Umm, where do I begin?! IF this is the incentive for being single, no wonder being single is such a scary thought!! Also, if you want a relationship, and wonder why you’re not in one, please look to your legs!!! Excuse me, but holy shit! This is what women are attributing as the best part of not having a significant other?! This causes me serious stress and keeps me up at night.
Ladies and gentlemen, there have to be more fabulous assets to being single than simply not having to shave!! I’m going to be the one to say there are and so I will elaborate.
1) Much less bullshit in your life. Is it just me or does it seem like most people in relationships might just be in them to have someone to fight with?! Some like the drama.
2) Much more freedom to do as you please without having to consult your other half. On that note, you’re a whole person and don’t have to refer to someone as your other half… or worse your “better half”.
3) The hilarity that comes with first dates. Not into them? Please do try… they can provide stories for days!
4) And finally, an actual sense of self. You actually might have time and energy to expend on yourself and be happy on your own before you try and grasp onto some sort of happiness that comes from someone else.
Although it may seem like I’m a relationship hating monster, I really don’t believe there to be any harm in relationships. They can be quite nice… my problem lies in the considerable and overpowering belief that being single is a misfortune rather than a choice. How many times have you been asked if you’re seeing anyone and should you answer no, their immediate response is, “how are you single?” or if not that, you can guarantee you’re looking into the sorry-for-your-luck-eyes. No one wants that. No one needs that. It’s a god damn choice for many… for some it is not.
Moral: do we really need a “National Singles Week”?? I’m going to go ahead and say I think the world would and could go on without it.
*The blog that I speak of is http://www.tressugar.com/5165124
Oh yeah- I dealt with some beauty fears day twenty (story to come), joined a new beach volleyball team called Russ & His Band of Gypsies?!?! on day twenty-one and went to a chiropractor for the first time ever on day twenty-three. What’s come of it all? I’ll just about do anything and everything at this point and I haven’t killed myself yet so I’ll continue to do stuff that scares me. Still looking for something profound to comes of it all! Annnnd when I say profound I am open to whatever may come… I’ll continue doing this because it’s felt good and I’m continously opening myself up. xo MKR
Now go face a fear; do something that scares you!
Day Eleven (Friday September 11th) Scared to date the nice guy…
We’re afraid of rejection.
Okay, that was harsh. Everyone; men and women are afraid of rejection. Perhaps there are a select few who claim they’re not, but they’re probably even more insecure than the average Joe and simply overcompensating (and most likely walking around with a popped collar). Now, here’s what I’ve noticed about this idea of rejection and how it makes sense that nice girls often date *assholes and why nice guys often date *bitches. It all comes down to rejection.
In dating a complete jerk, we’re actually protecting ourselves. Although I’d say most people date in hopes of something “more” – whatever that means, there is obviously always the chance that it doesn’t work out or simply fizzles. If we’re lucky, a breakup might happen on mutual terms (even “mutual terms” is questionable). Anyways, the chance of a collapsed courtship is pretty likely, especially when young so in dating a jerk you are protecting yourself. Say this jerk decides you’re not what they’re looking for; well at that point it’s easy to take that rejection because “they’re such an asshole.” You see – easy to get over and easy to take when they’re a jerk whereas if you were dating a nice person, that’s a serious blow if they don’t want to be with you and there’s no default response to make it okay as we discussed with dating jerks.
Dating the nice guy is seriously putting yourself out there. It’s scary. I firmly believe this is why I date assholes. It’s not scary, shocking, or even surprising when the asshole lets ya down or pulls some douchebag move… because they’re assholes!! Perhaps it comes down to the fear of being hurt. Scared to date the nice guy because I might actually get hurt.
Now go face a fear; do something that scares you!