I love my girls!

I personally have never understood why there are some women who really do not get along with other women. Please don't be offended if you are one of those girls, I'm just being honest here and saying I don't understand. I've always been a girls' girl. Sure, women like drama - we cause drama, we breed drama, we sometimes enjoy the drama of others, etc. Women can also be moody, catty and bitchy - but there is something special about a bond between female friends that is so special.

Through the years I've always had a tight knit group of ladies by my side. In grade school there were 8 of us. Myself, my current BFF and 6 others girls that I went to school with K-8 at a small Catholic elementary in Cleveland. We called ourselves the "Munchichis" (after a popular cartoon from our youth) and were inseperable. At a time when I was a chubby and awkward child these girls really pulled me through - especially as I experienced tough times like the death of my mother and having to be raised by my grandparents.

In high school I couldn't help but make friends with great girls (all girls school) - the friends I made in high school were not the prettiest, the coolest or the most popular, but they were, for the most part, honest and sincere girls who made high school one of the better times in my life. I am still very close with 2 girls from my high school.

Now, college is a different story because I didn't have a traditional college experience. I moved out after high school and lived in an apartment with BFF. I went to school full time at a small private liberal arts university on Cleveland's eastside and I commuted. I was also working full time so I would arrange my classes such that there would be no time for long breaks in between and what little breaks I did have I would spend doing school work. For the first few years of college I was so busy and stressed out that I didn't put a lot of effort into any of my friendships and I went through some inner struggles, but my BFF and my highschool BFFs kept me sane, and I love them for it.

Enter law school. For those of you who have never gone to law school it is just like high school, but with more sex and alcohol. In your first year you have classes every day (5 total) and you share the classes with the same 75 people. It's like in grade school when your whole class would move to the room next door for a different subject. I was blessed to be stuck in a section with 9 girls who are not only smart and beautiful but who are really nice and super fun people. Somehow we lumped ourselves together and bonded instantly. Law school was the best time of my life due in large part to them. Sure, we've had high school drama. For instance, everyone in law school knows each other, we spend a million hours of week with each other, and then we socialize with each other. Therefore, people date around a lot within the school. This made for some interesting situations with guys especially when your girl friends are gorgeous! (My one friend and I have shared 5 guys). But you just deal with it, and you learn how to communicate when someone pisses you off.

I really didn't meant to get all sentimental on you, but I was just really thinking about this last night when I was at Sushi Rock. As always, we had a great time talking about our dating disasters, or successes, our jobs or lack of jobs, talking shit about some people not present.... ya know. Good old fashioned girl fun.Also, I showed my friends a myspace pic of Donald Trump's new gf on my phone and they all agreed that "she" looks like a horse, (actually, some said witch) and that no way is she as hot as me. I love them.

Also, since I'm on the subject I have to point out that we were a big group so we got stuck in the little room in the upstairs back of Sushi Rock and there was a table of hot guys right across from us. Then my friend went over to say hi to them and I found out that the hottest one is the boyfriend of a girl we are somewhat friends with, my friend who has been sitting next to me has slept with the other hot one, and the less hot one who had his back turned to us the whole time may/may not have been the guy that my other friend randomly slept with on a balcony one time. Sigh. I need a new town I think, I wish I didn't ♥ Cleveland so damn much!

♥ Miss Fabulous

To bang or not to bang?

Now that I've vented my daily frustration with myself (below) I just wanted to share an interesting article I read this morning on the Frisky which is a great site BTW. It's about whether you should have sex on the first date. Now I've never had a rule one way or the other. I'm more of a "go with the flow" type of gal. However, I am guilty of this on several occasions especially when a few bottles of wine at dinner were involved. I've already stated that I'm a sexual person - I think we all get this by now, right? Well, this article makes a lot of good points, which if true, may explain a lot of my disasters like,

"If you’ve got that spark for someone, and you want it to continue, don’t f**k him on the first date. Yeah, you may not be getting laid in the first exact OMG moment that you want to, but since when do you take orders from your vagina?"

What happens when the "first date" is technically the drunken sex? I guess that situation is really doomed.

I'm thinking about making this my new dating rule.

♥ Miss Fabulous

What's wrong with me?

So, I have this problem.... The problem is that guys I date have a bad habit of dating ugly and/or trashy girls after they date me. Now, I don't mean to sound egotistical but Miss Fabulous is considered by most to be quite a catch! For example:

• I'm of average height and weight (even though I want to lose a few law school lbs);
• I'm above average looking in my humble opinion (not a super model, but I have symmetrical facial features, perfect teeth, perfect skin and good hair, etc.);
• I have big boobs (just sayin');
  
• I'm a freakin' attorney (I don't have the $$$$ crazy job yet, but I'm actively looking);
• I'm a Catholic girl, and while I admittedly don't agree with all the man made doctrine and organized religion bs, I have good values and believe my faith makes me a better person;
• I'm independent - I've been financially independent since after high school graduation and I know how to pay bills, and get things done around my apartment;
• I grew up in the 'hood (no offense to any suburbanites) but I come from a modest background, have always lived in diverse situations and am street smart because of it;
• I love sports - I play sports, I watch sports, I follow sports;
• I have no addictions or bad habits except for hair twirling and watching bad reality TV;
• I know how to cook, and I love to clean;
• I'm probably one of the nicest people you have ever met. I always give people a chance even if I've heard bad things from someone else, and I'm so very non-judgmental;
• I love to have fun and party - and I love beer.
  

Perfect girl right? Well, I'm far from perfect, and God knows I have horrible taste in men and am sometimes loose with the goods, but I look good on paper. Anyways, for all of these reasons I always get really down on myself when guys I date end up with girls that are none of these things. Does anyone else have this problem?

Most recently I found out that Donald Trump stopped dating me because he met (or reconnected - may be an old friend/flame) with this girl who through our mutual friends I have found out is a 27 year-old single mother of 2 children with a crappy job. She lives in Olmsted Falls (you Ohioans can see how this is a negative) and has stringy bangs and a horse face. Now, granted, I don't know this girl, or her history with Donald Trump but I almost wish he was dating some tall skinny drop dead gorgeous blonde med student or something. I mean I don't know what this new girl has that I don't have unless she has a third tit on her back.

Now (I can read the comments now) I know that sometimes things aren't meant to be and just don't work out, etc etc blah blah blah, but I can't help but feel bad about this. Ladies, you get this right?

This has happened to me before. My only long term (Read: 3 years) bf ever, we'll call him The One because for the longest time I really thought he was "the one" has been known to frequent my favorite drinking establishments downtown and make out with ugly girls in my presence. My friends have come up to me after witnessing this behavior to tell me how embarassed they are for me that he is exhibiting such bad taste (let alone poor style for making out with girls on purpose in front of your ex).

I have 2 other ex bf's who dumped me and have since married girls who would scare small children. I think I'm just cursed or something.

You might think from this post (and my blog title) that maybe I'm just too cocky or full of myself, but the truth is I am neither of those things, and if anything is the matter it might be that in real life I actually struggle to be confident most of the time. Sometime when I'm dating someone I get so worked up about how they could possibly want to be with me that I think I drive people away. Systematic relationship destruction. I really need to work on this.

For now, I will just try to be as fabulous as possible and look for guys with better taste.

♥ Miss Fabulous

The Buckeyes make me sad, but Br♥mance makes me oh so happy!

Don't judge me. I like bad reality TV. It doesn't take a law degree to figure out that it is bad. I like shows like The Hills and The City and Br♥mance and The Real Housewives of [insert metropolitan area/county here] because I like watching beautiful people who live fabulous lives. I don't envy them or aspire to be them (Read: There can never be a Real Housewives of Cleveland - we don't have a symbolic fruit to hold in the intro - we would have to hold guitars, sheets of steel, or leg lamps - and instead of champagne and fine wine we would drink Christmas Ale and other Great Lakes Brews). (Actually that sounds like a great show!)

Anyways, who thinks the Luke guy on Br♥mance is crazy hot? I just love dorky guys. Just sayin'. (Ok I'll stop.)

I seriously think that if and when the day comes that the reality TV trend is over I will need serious rehab.

No news on any of the interesting men in my life. I'm going to Sushi Rock tomorrow with 8 of my girls so maybe we'll bump into some young male professionals. (And by "bump into" I mean stare at from across the room of course.)

♥ Miss Fabulous

I really do have a life. I promise.

I just realized that in the short time I've been writing these blogs I've been doing nothing but bitching about asshole guys. I don't call myself "Miss Fabulous" for nothing. I mean I really do have an interesting and fulfilling life. (It's just not always as entertaining as my crazy dating stories.)

Things I'm looking forward to this week:

1. The Fiesta Bowl - Go Buckeyes!! OH - IO!!
2. The gym - I will actually have some time to go this week, especially since I'm fully recovered from the plague that hit me over the Holidays. However, I'm not looking forward to sharing the gym with all the New Year's Resolution people who sign up for the free 30 days, but you get that every year.
3. TV- Br♥mance, The City, Nip/Tuck, Grey's Anatomy, The Office, etc. - NEW episodes this week!
4. Sushi Rock Wednesday. 1/2 off sushi, good drinks, my favorite ladies and maybe some good scenery.
5. My friend's jewlery party on Friday - I love these cheesy little mini soirees. It's a good excuse to get people together.
6. Saturday - my cousin's housewarming party during the day and my friends' graduation party at Around the Corner at night. Should be a crazy night! Maybe I'll meet some cool new guys. (No bringing home strange criminals from the bar!)

Add in some time on the Rockband world tour with my BFF (yes we're nerds!) and I think I'll be pretty busy this week especially added to a full week at work.

I mean who has time for a boyfriend? Honestly.

♥ Miss Fabulous

Well, that explains it...

Just got done doing some facebooking when the mini-feed informed me that Donald Trump is "in a relationship." (Note: mini-feed doesn't differentiate between homosexual and heterosexual relationships.)

So, since him and I stoppped speaking a mere two weeks ago I can only assume that he was seeing her concurrently.. which is fine b/c we never had the "talk."

(Actually, it makes me sick to my stomach.)

In retrospect I know it wasn't right but it still sucks.

In better news I'm going to hangout with Airforce tonight. He's one of my oldest friends, and an old flame. He lives in Texas and is actually going back tomorrow.

Hope everyone has a great night!

♥ Miss Fabulous

New Year's Eve 2009 = EPIC FAIL

Just when I'm all geared up to start 2009 on a good note things go horribly wrong, and I mean horribly.

So I met a guy at the bar last night - slightly after midnight. He was with his friends. He seemed nice, we bonded because we both currently work in government. He lives close, and was tall and cute. So I suggest that we go back to my apartment building to go to my BFF's apartment and play "Rockband." No one else wanted to go, so it was just us. BFF wasn't home - she was at work, but I have her keys, and her blessing to enter to use her Wii at my leisure.

So, guy (to be named later so as not to ruin the story) and I play Rockband and realize we are too drunk to play Rockband and retreat to my apartment.

Next morning BFF sends funny text about my late night Rockband session. Then calls soon after to ask who all was over and if I happened to see her brand new iPod Touch lying around b/c she cannot find it.

Overwhelmed with a gut wrenching sickness I tell her of course I saw it. It was right out on a table, totally not missable. I took notice of it b/c I have an iPhone and I thought for a split second it was my phone.

I run downstairs while the guy is still in my bed and alas the iPod is not there. I run back upstairs and my heart is beating. Like this asshole has just stolen BFF's brand new $300 iPod touch and what the fuck am I supposed to do now? So by this time he is up and in my bathroom so I fumble through his pants pockets (conveniently on my floor) and nothing. I check his shirt just as he walks in and I pretend to be straightening up. He's not acting weird so I just keep on praying that BFF calls to tell me she has found the iPod. I run into the other room and check his shoes. All signs negative. I am frantic and just have no idea what to do. Here I invited this outright stranger into my friend's apartment and he has apparently just stolen something from her. Who does that? Especially after I just got done raving to him about how this girl is my BFF/longest friend ever/soul mate, etc.

So as I am saying goodbye I seriously pat him down and NOTHING. I don't know where he has this thing but it has to be somewhere. Should I have confronted him? I thought that could get awkward and he was like 6'6" and probably had almost 100 pounds on me. I'm giving BFF one more day to locate the thing, but I'm afraid that this guy, who I'm going to officially call Clepto, has stolen it, and he's probably not going to call, and if he does I will call him a fucking slimy iPod thief and tell him I hope he chokes on it.

Guess I'm going to the Apple Store tomorrow.

Maybe this is God's way of telling me not to sleep with strangers. I think I may heed this warning.

♥ Miss Fabulous