Weekend Plans

I have none.  I will be headed to Leggs’ for a very laid-back BBQ.  She invited our girl, Mexican, and her baby daddy, Boo.  She said they would probably not show up.  These two are a classic illustration of a pattern in my life and the lives of my friends.

My friends pick the worst men to settle down with.  Partial blame for my singleness goes to them for setting such a horrible example of coupledom.  Losers, complete and total losers is who they chose to tough out the ups and downs of existence.  I really don’t have one shining example of success.  Maybe as alpha femmes, my friends and I were fated to settle on whoever could put up with our ass.  I could accept that explanation.  But why have children with them? 

Mexican and Boo have 4 children, 2 are from previous baby daddies, 1 is together, and 1 on the way together.  So I hear stories.  Boo claimed one child on his taxes, promising Mexican that he would chip in after he gets his IRS check.  He comes home one day with a brand new gold grill (teeth).  There is a child on the way, you’re struggling to make ends, and you blow your money on bling for your mouth?  Gag, choke, huh!?!?!  This is typical for the type of men my friends have chosen for themselves. 

I guess I am somewhat resentful, because as my friends are a part of my life, their significant other is a part of my life as well.  This person that I don’t respect as a human being and gives no contribution or enrichment is someone I have to waste my time with.  Look, I’ve dated plenty of losers, I mean, I’ve topped them all by a mile.  However, I didn’t bring them home, dress them up like daddy dearest, and proceed to form some lasting foundation with them.  No, I had as much fun as I could, then I got the hell out of there.  That’s why they’re called “bad boys” and not “husbands”.  You can’t throw a wool blanket over a wolf, and call it a sheep. 

If you try, the wool is pulled over your eyes, my friend.

Got to run, weekend update on Monday.