#11 Forgive and speak up

I have always been a person who hates confrontation and try to avoid it whenever possible. Many times this had led to me ingesting my anger about a situation. Sometimes, I was glad I held my tongue because if I spoke or acted impulsively the consequences could have been dire. On the other hand, many times I held my tongue and have regretted not being more assertive. Lately, I have been speaking up for myself and dealing with whatever consequences come my way. It's not easy, but it must be done. I am working on the forgiveness aspect, but the speaking up part...I'm good.

POF

This message was sent to my friend "Zahara's" plenty of fish account. She told me about it, so I logged into her account, sent him my thoughts and then blocked him. Sorry Zahara...they may delete your account.

wanker5:Hello There: Quick personality poll:
1)Red or white?
2)Italian or French food?
3)Movie or picnic?
4)Campfire or hotel?
5)Spit or swallow?

Rhodesia(posing as Zahara):
1)Which one is more flammable?
2)Whichever one would more easily disguise the arsenic that I would lace your food with.
3)Picnic in a secluded area.
4)So I could roast you on that campfire
5)Then I would spit on your charred corpse.
 
Go F**k yourself you misogynist douche!
 
 
Sorry. It was just one of those days. Sometimes it ain't pretty.

TransAtlantic dating post #2

Stephanie is busy translating some of her other online dating messages from Italian to English. I keep telling her to start a blog because her dating stories are far more entertaining than mine. Here is a message she was sent from an on-line dating site. We have a similar sense of humour.

Cazzo:Hi Pinnos! You are gorgeous!! I would marry you right away and with you make many babies coloured caffé latte... :-)"

Stephanie:Listen buddy, who still lives at home with your parents, my vagina is not an espresso machine and your penis doesn't shoot out coffee beans..

I'm still a Gordita

Last Wednesday was my 2nd weigh in at boot camp and I am still a fat ass. I have no one to blame but myself. My weight was exactly the same. The measurements were ok. I'll be honest...I have been weak. Sometimes food bellows my name and I give in. My resolve needs to be unshakable. I have less that 4 weeks until I put on that blasted costume. Why do I do this to myself? Here are my measurements.

Upper Arms: -0.7
Chest:-.07
Waist:+0.5(WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Hips: -2
Buttocks:-2
Upper Thighs:-2.3

It's been 8 weeks and I've lost a total of 16.6 inches, but I need to fix my diet or I'm not going to see real results. I now will be working out six days a week. Don't want to be a Gordita no more...

TransAtlantic dating post

My dear friend Stephanie has been living in Milano for the past couple of years. I have been thoroughly entertained by her dating stories( and there are many). She keeps telling me I need to visit and my 30 dates will be done in two weeks(I don't doubt this fact and I'm working on it). She joined an online dating site a few months ago she goes on dates like 3-4times a week. She owes me 5 Italian online dating messages or dating stories. Here is the first:

So, normally I wouldn't - I shouldn't write this.

But the situation comes new to me, commanding an exception, with good
feelings that can be anticipated. (Shouldn't have strayed from the norm)

I'm again looking at your images.
Your eyes, deep, dark yet totally alive.
Intense, expressive, fiery and sweet, challenging and rewarding,
enveloping their beholder in the contemplation of your soul.
(That's some deep shit right there. Perhaps, if I had a soul I would be touched by this fromage)

Your face. Sweet lines curving gentle and strong,
shaped to be warm and alive, by the hand of an artist in love,
invincible attraction for more caressing hands,
and for lips wishing to touch, and kiss,
gently and manly at the same time.(WHAT in the WHO WHAT?)

Your lips. Great, sculptured, voluptuous, stupendous.
Mixing the deepest sweetness and the wildest passion,
made for lovers' whispers, and for fire-hot kisses,
symbol of your being angel and demon in one.
(This dude is obessed with your lips Stephania. I am sure as he was writing this he was masturbating and envisioning himself jizzing all over your "stupendous" lips. My lips have never been described as "stupendous". Maybe I should wear more lip gloss. I have never had "fire-hot kisses. I think I have not lived.)

Your words, as seen so far.
The dashing young woman, aggressive at the world's absurdities.
The courageous soul, able to make its stand in such a far away,
complicated place.

Stephanie,
I hope I'll meet you.

Even though I am mocking this man for his fromage-niss, I must admit I haven't received anything close to this on POF or from any Canadian guy. EVER. All I get is "Sup" or " I want to be your oral submissive" or "Can I jizz in your eye?" I am not a massive fan of too much fromage, but you can tell he took a lot of time to scribe this message. He puts forth a massive amount of effort for a girl he has yet to meet. That's it! I need some Euro loving. Who is buying my ticket?

Hey there...

Sorry for the lack of posts. Sometimes I am uninspired, lazy or having a cyclical mood swing. I was supposed to go on a date Saturday evening...perhaps his arms got amputated and he couldn't pick up the mother f**kin phone. I know I promised you a video of me learning to ride a bike. It's coming. I start my archery lessons on Thursday and I won four free weeks at boot camp!! More to come. Please don't leave me.

The man of my dreams

is Prince Rogers Nelson. The outfit he wore to the BET awards was my favourite by far. I want an outfit made with my likeness on it. Brilliant. I wish I thought of it. I love you...