It seems I'll never escape cheaters and cheating.....

My friends, it has been WAY too long. Let's talk about stuff. I am still umployed, but things are looking up for me. I have interviews lined up this week, and life has been good the past few weeks. The holidays are coming up, and you know Ms. Dimes can make a mean apple and pumpkin pie.

So, let's do my Fierce Five Topics of the Week.

1. Lady Gaga's debut album "The Fame" - This is my go-to record for getting me hyped before we hit the club. It's awesome and different, so check it out!

2. The end of TRL - Let's face it - it's long overdue. Good riddance!

3. Beyonce, Andy Samberg, and Justin Timberlake on SNL - Comic genius. Check it out on Youtube.

4. Blush - This is kind of like Project Runway or ANTM for make-up artists instead. Loves it, and can't wait to see what happens next. (What can I say? Reality t.v. is a guilty pleasure.) And speaking of reality t.v. that brings me too.....

5. Stylista - I LOVE this show. It eases my fix until Project Runway comes back on the air.

So let's get into the nitty gritty. This new website I have found is http://www.ashleymadison.com/ . It's basically a Myspace or a Facebook for people who want to cheat.

Now allow me to be clear: I DO NOT condone cheating. But I so do love a great story. And this will be one of my best. I have made a profile and posted up a photo of me to get the ball rolling. I'm going to infiltrate the system and see what I can dig up about both the website and the men.

And why would I do this? Because you dear friends deserve to know what's out there! I'll keep you posted!

It's a new day folks....

So, where do I start? Well, I had my interview with Verizon, so we'll see how that goes. I got another offer for a job, but I looked up the company and it seemed like a scam so I didn't even bother going. Fuck that shit.

I had a long talk with Santi about how things were going, and he seemed to understand how myself and Stephanie felt after much shouting and arguing. Halloween was a good time, and Election Night was great too. I believe in Obama, and I hope people give him the opportunity to show his worth.

I have been feeling depressed lately, but I am keeping my head up. Things can only get better if you try and stay positive. Let's go with my fierce five, shall we?

1. Barack Obama - He is exactly what we need right now, I feel. And for all the McCain supporters, better luck next time!

2. M.I.A. - I know people love "Paper Planes" and all that, but she has been around for way longer than just that one song. She was going to retire from music, and just being an artist. She's pregnant now, and fixing to get married as well. But she's coming back. Check out her new single "Shells". HOT.

3. The Real Housewives of Atlanta - I love to hate these women. They make Paris Hilton look useful. But, they are entertaining.

4. Chocolate News - David Alan Grier doesn't get enough credit. He's hilarious, dammit. Check out the show Wednesday nights at 10:30 on Comedy Central.

5. Top Design - Nathan won, but I felt it should have been Preston's sexy ass. Delicious!

Wish me luck on the job hunt guys!

So many assholes, so little time....

Let me start off this blog by talking to all my men out there. Not all of you are little Lil Wayne, T.I., Jay-Z, Biggie, or any other famous rapper so stop rapping his lyrics. Chances are they've taken shits that have more talent then you. Also, don't be an asshole to women you don't know. Karma is the biggest bitch there is, and she is not to be fucked with.

This blog is all about letting the reader know just a touch more about who I am as a person. A few years ago, I had a livejournal and one post I did was a hundred facts about me. It always struck me as a cool idea, so I plan to do that again in this arena. And we're off!

Marsha's List of 75 Facts

1. I've spent a lot of time being angry and my parents for abandoning me as a child. In fact, it's been like 13 years, really. Last night, I forgave them. It isn't up to me to judge them anymore.
2. I've got two cats.
3. I had a lot of self-esteem issues when I was a young girl, but the way I got over that was walking around my house butt ass naked when no one else was home. That'll get you over your shit really quick.
4. I am obsessed with Kimora Lee Simmons. She's an icon in fashion, for those who are unaware. Hello, Baby Phat!
5. I've never been in love. Sometimes I don't think I really know what it is.
6. I've got an Associates degree in medical assisting, but I will never use it.
7. I'd like to create a clothing line for ONLY size ten and up. When will fashion designers learn they are losing out on a key demographic by now creating those sizes in mass production.
8. I have a photographic memory. I don't forget anything people tell me, most of the time.
9. I've got a lot of friends, but there are only two who I know will be down for me for the whole of my life, no matter what.
10. My favorite male rapper is Jay-Z. My favorite female rapper is Missy E. Ching ching getting paid over here.
11. I've lived in Florida my whole life. Oh the horror!
12. I am the black sheep in my family. It's interesting to live in a home with my family, and not feel as if I am a part of my family.
13. I believe that for every smart person in the U.S., there are at least 5 stupid ones.
14. In middle school I used to read four books a day, every day. I was a loner, obviously.
15. I would much rather be smart then beautiful. Luckily for me, I've got both going on. :)
16. My favorite insult is jizzbag.
17. I am prone to depression, I feel. Especially during the holidays. All that family togetherness shit takes a toll on you after awhile.
18. The first time I reached out to a drug to help me get over my feelings (which never works, by the way) is when I was 15. The only drug we had at the time was aspirin, and I used to take at least 6 at a time every day for years on end. And although it didn't give me my desired affect, it opened up the doors for me to try other drugs.
19. My circulation system runs like shit. Always has.
20. I couldn't comfortably say the word dick until I was 16.
21. I can fit a whole jawbreaker into my mouth. I've got talent!
22. I don't think I am mother material. I don't want to have kids for at least another ten to fifteen years.
23. I'm the only child in my family to graduate both college and high school. On time, may I add!
24. My birthday is August 17th.
25. My favorite writer is Candace Bushnell.
26. The first album I ever bought was Natalie Imbruglia's Left of The Middle.
27. I was obsessed with Janet Jackson when I was a little girl.
28. I want to travel to London in the next year or so.
29. I voted for the second time this past Sunday. Get your asses out there and vote!
30. I can't begrudge someone who can't spell. Ignorance is a choice.
31. I want to live in New York City at some point in my life.
32. My favorite comedian is Chelsea Handler. She's classic.
33. I love reality television. Watching people act like complete assholes for money (or whatever reason) is always fun to watch.
34. I hate going out to straight clubs and bars. The music is usually terrible, and most men of my generation couldn't talk to a wall, let alone a woman.
35. I got my first two tattoos this year, and I plan to get a few more.
36. I want to go bungee jumping sometime in the not too distant future. It'd be a rush.
37. My style icon is myself, of course.
38. I have major trust issues. It takes me years to completely trust someone.
39. I love the smell of gasoline. It's intoxicating.
40. I am on an extended break from smoking. The money I spend on it, and the lack of clarity it gives me I need to move away from.
41. I love big hoop earrings. The bigger and bolder, the better.
42. My favorite color is purple.
43. My favorite aspect of my personality is my sense of humor. Where would I be without, I wonder.
44. One of the many places that enabled me to understand my fabulousness is from drag queens. They are the fiercest bitches alive.
45. I had my heart broken for the first time this year. Now that I am past it, he missed out on something special. His loss!
46. I love N.E.R.D.
47. I hate "tough guys". "Oh, I grew up in the hood so I'm a tough person. Don't mess with me." Oh, go fuck yourselves! The real make of a man is how he carries himself, not where he comes from.
48. If I could have any special power it'd be reading people's minds.
49. I would much rather kick it with Batman then Superman. He seems like he'd be more fun.
50. I would sleep with Johnathon Rhys-Myers with no hesitation.
51. You can actually add all of those hot guys I saw in the Spanish Harlem to that list. They were gorgeous.
52. I would love to own a '67 Chevy Impala all tricked out. Those are some hot ass cars.
53. I would love to hang out with Snoop Dogg for one day. He seems like he knows how to have a good time.
54. My favorite band is Linkin Park.
55. I want to open a clothing boutique someday.
56. I wish I could sing. But the most I can do is keep a note together.
57. I want to learn to break dance.
58. If I could meet any dead person, it'd be one of five: King Henry the 8th (asshole), Tupac (admirable), Notorious B.I.G. (talented), Princess Diana, or my grandmother. I never got an opportunity. I never got to meet my father's mother cause she passed on before I was born.
59. I love old school hip hop music from the year 2000 going back. Most rap music today has no soul or beat behind it.
60. I haven't been to Haiti since I was five. I'd like to meet my other family from down there.
61. I'm the same size now that I was in high school.
62. I'd like to learn how to D.J. It's expensive to start though.
63. My favorite old school hip hop song of the week is "You Gots To Chill" by EPMD. Learn about it people.
64. My favorite physical is my ass. It's a force the likes of which most men aren't prepared for.
65. I don't have a middle name yet. But I plan to add Dimes in there someday soon.
66. "Juicy" is my never-give-up-anthem.
67. I'm not sure if I believe in heaven, really. If I go to heaven, I hope it's as good as they say.
68. I've been to Iowa, and I never want to go back!
69. My motto is: "Believe in yourself, cause sometimes no one else will."
70. I am only 5'5 and a 1/2, but I'd much rather be 5'8.
71. I woke up one day, and I had a B-cup attached to my chest. And they didn't stop growing for years.
72. If I wasn't named Marsha, I would've like to to have been named something that isn't patently annoying. Damn you Brady Bunch!
73. I was an athlete in high school, but you'd be hard pressed to get me out there now.
74. I'm allergic to chocolate milk.
75. And lastly, I started my first book at the age of 12. I don't even know where it is now.

So there it is dear readers. Hope you enjoyed that.

Just watch my wildest dreams come true, not one of them involving you...

I'm ever so sorry I haven't been around to blog kids. I've been a tad depressed lately. With losing my job and all of the other things that have been going wrong, my heart hasn't really been into anything, much less blogging. But I'm back, and I am more ferocious than ever.

This is a brand new day, and a brand new life. I've discovered that I hate where my life is at now. Now don't misunderstand that statement. I don't hate myself or how far I have come, but I want more. And I'll stop at nothing to get it. I want my dreams to come true, and I don't have time for ANYHING that brings me down. My birth was twenty-five years ago in 1983. But my life starts today - October 27, 2008. And in this new life of mine several things will take precedence.

First and foremost, I am my own number one. Not my friends, family, or even my beloved pets. Just me. No one else will take care of me, so I have to do it.

Secondly, money is the slutty mistress of power. I enjoy both.

And thirdly, life is to short to worry about fuckers who don't matter anyway. No one is who they say they are. People let the truth out with body language and reading between the lines. It's not a bad thing, necessarily. It just means I have to learn more with my eyes instead of my ears.

The one good thing that did happen while I was depressed was a new thought that I had:

Marsha's Fierce Five of the Week!

I'll be listing the new trends, scandals, dramas, music, and shit you need to know about. Yes ladies and gents, your Fashion Queen is about to let you know what's hot (vintage Valentino), and what's not (animal print). Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeee we go..........


1. Beyonce - I've been a fan of hers since back when Destiny's Child was taking over the world, but I adore her as a solo artist. Her new song "Single Ladies" is this lady's new anthem. Crank it up. Can't wait for the new album!

2. Halloween - It's four days away and I couldn't be more thrilled. It may be a kid's holiday, but we all know how to have fun with it. What's your costume going to be?

3. Lindsay Lohan - How is it that she went from one of Hollywood's brightest stars to someone that can barely keep a job?! Oh Lindsay, get a freaking clue. Those leggings you "created" look like they were attacked by weed wackers. And lets not even get into her reverse farmer tan on her feet. Listen up people: if you are getting a spray tan, DON'T FORGET YOUR FEET.

4. Candace Bushnell - I love her for creating the book Sex and The City. And I love her even more for One Fifth Avenue. If you haven't read either, get your ass on it.

5. Marsha - Why did I put myself on the list? Because I'm fabulous!

So that concludes the list.

What will she come up with next?!

If you just realize like I just realize....

So much has been going on since I got laid off from my job. And by so much I mean lots of pity and anger towards my situation. I hate being without a job, and no one is hiring so it's like I am stuck on an island with nothing to keep me company but my own growing pains.

This weekend is Howl-O-Scream in Tamos so I am looking forward to enjoying the weekend with two of my best friends. Here's to hoping it won't suck.

I have a lot of shit to say, but my brain can't slow down long enough to put it all down so I'll come back tomorrow to lay it all down.

New beginnings I sort of saw coming...

Bad news on the job front kids. Ms. Dimes was laid off from her job yesterday due to money constraints. I had had a recurring dream where I would be laid off, and I suppose it was my subconscious trying to tell me something. I firmly believe that everything happens for a reason, and the force that guides me would not give me a challenge I couldn't face. I can do this; I can do anything. My motivation to succeed is what makes me get up everyday and keep trying to reach my goals.

Alright, enough of the self-help commercial. There have been other things going on, but they really don't matter in the grand scheme of things right now. I have been applying to places anywhere, and something good is right around the corner. Let's just hope that corner isn't on a street 2 months of blocks away. I can't be unemployed. Quite frankly, I don't understand people who choose to be unemployed. Working for your own money is a great thing.

Things with Mr. Charles are rapidly coming to an end. He's no good for me, and I deserve someone who is. I am just going to take this weekend to focus on relaxing and having a good time with friends. I am also going to focus on rum. Sweet, beautifully delicious rum.

So, keep your heads up. And I'll do the same.

Always yours,

Ms. Dimes.

Dating matters....are bullshit!

Relationships contain all sorts of bullshit, but the amount depends on what type of relationship you want. I have many friends, and I am privy to hearing about all of their dating chaos and all the wonderful shit that comes with out.

Can someone please explain to me why you stay in a relationship when it doesn't make you happy? You are constantly bickering, there are more bad times than good, and it starts to affect every single aspect of your life i.e., work and friendships.

I can't see it. I refuse too. My parents stayed together for the good of us kids and that backfired in a major way. It's ridiculous, and it's selfish. It benefits NO ONE.

I have a male friend of mine who is dating a complete loser. He has no job, no car, no skills and he is immature to boot. My friend is only 3 years out of high school, but he is mature beyond his years. Yet he dates brain dead morons who inspire me to impale myself versus wanting to have a conversation with them. "I like them.", he says to me. I like trees, but I ain't going out to fuck one.

HELLO? Is anyone out there getting this?!

I have another female friend of mine who recently broke up with her disgusting loser of an ex, but she still spends time with him. "I miss him.", she says to me. I miss being a size 10, but we can't always have what we want. MOVE ON.

You want to know what that all stems from? Self-esteem. If you don't want the best you can get, it's because you don't believe you deserve it. And this chick wants it all. I want someone who has looks, and personality. I won't settle - EVER. And if you settle, get your mind right. Cause low self-esteem doesn't fade away, unlike some things.

It's just as bad as herpes, cause it's always under the surface.

Your queen on the scene,

Ms. Dimes!

You never really die. You just morph into something else.

I wanted to take a minute to give some love to my godfather Sabian (or Frankie, as we called him). He passed on two weekends ago due to pneumonia. He was always loving and made me feel special when I was a kid. May he rest in peace.

Work has been very unpredictable lately. I think I am coming to the end of my tenure here, and if that's the case.....FUCK IT. They have all of these outrageous expectations, and I think it's ridiculous. I have to leave work every day to go home and pay respects with some praying in the family. In their eyes I may as well have taken a shit at their desks while they were sitting at them.

Every job as expectations, and I am damn good at what I do and how I can adapt to things. The expectations they have are kind of out there though. I work for a beverage distribution company, and they want us to sell drinks most people in South Florida have never heard of or seen OVER THE PHONE. World, meet the dumb asses I work with. Dumb asses, meet the world.

I am working on a new blog about relationships and why people stay in them despite how toxic they are for themselves and all of their relationships. It'll offend I am sure.

Size matters....

Is bigger better? Bigger beds, purses, asses, glasses. I like everything bigger cause I have a personality that's larger than life AND an ass to match. But when I refer to size matters in this arena, you know what I mean: DICKS.

Now you could sit there and bullshit all you want, but a big dick is important. The first guy I had sex with had a penis the size of a Vienna sausage. It's actually a good thing too, cause I now look back on him as my starter dick. I won't put his name out there, but those 4 inches were a travesty. (God, remember that Heather? LOSER.)

The next guy was a little bit better cause he knew he had a small penis, but he had all the stamina of a jack rabbit. The next guy was more of the same, and then we get to a long running friend who has great sack skills. He opened my world (and my walls) up to a whole new class of penis. Now I demand nothing less than that. If it's under 7 inches, I just can't do it. Size queen? Maybe, but at least I am getting satisfied.

I have a question for all of those guys who are 4 or 5 inches. How do you cope with that ego wise? Do you look at your dick as the little engine that could? Or do you want to pull a Lorena Bobbitt and chuck that mother out a window into a field?

Inquiring minds want to know!

Fashionable as always,

Marsha Dimes

P.S. I am getting my first set of tattoos today. Wish me luck!

No matter where you go, there you are..

So, it's been awhile since I have written a blog and that sucks. I apologize readers. So much has happened, so let's take it back to Labor Day weekend. It was a good weekend, and I had a great time at Voodoo with everyone. The posse was looking amazing of course.

These past few weeks has been about work, and me trying to figure out what I am looking for in myself, and what I'll be doing next. Let's take a trip to Man Land! (Otherwise known as, the Bullshit Bonanza!)

Steph and Sag Balls tried to set me up with Sag Ball's best friend Sean. He had had an interest in me for awhile, and I always thought he was a nice enough guy. He'd been hitting on me for months, but I never reciprocated because I was so wrapped up in Mr. Charles. (Who we'll be getting to later. Oh, the drama.) So anyway, I went ahead and told Steph to give him my number cause, really, what did I have to lose? (You can tell by that statement right there, that this little story won't end well.)

So, the first night we hung out he picked me up, cooked for me, we watched Casino and Heat and laughed and had a good time. He's a good listenener for the most part, and he was respectful of my space. Those are the good things. Let's now talk about the bad:

1. He wouldn't give me his phone number. Apparently, the cell phone he had was not his, and he would have to give it back soon so he didn't want me to have the number. Everytime he called me, it was from a private number. So that means, he had access to me whenever he wanted, but not vice versa. Strike one!

2. I have a big thing with punctuality and people doing what they say they are going to do. If you make plans with me to hang out, you'd better show up or giving me the respect of calling to let me know the deal. This chicken leg mothefucker stood me up two days after we first hung out, AND he didn't bother to call me and tell me why. Strike two!

3. He blew me off for football. I can't even get in depth with this one, because it'll piss me off all over again. He called me the next night to try and explain, but I already got all the info from other sources and told him that that wasn't going to work for me.

Know this: I HAVE NO TOLERANCE FOR BULLSHIT. NONE.

If I don't need you in my life, you won't be there. So I just told him it wouldn't ever work out, and we said our goodbyes. He's friends with Sag Balls anyway, and you are who you associate with friendwise. If you're friends with a bunch of lame assholes, chances are good you're a lame asshole too.

Now, on to this past weekend. I saw Mr. Marine again. He found me in the club and tried to be all nice and social despite the fact he ignored me for months because I told him I liked Mr. Charles. At least I was honest! I could have went along sleeping with Mr. Charles while I talked to Mr. Marine. But it's hard enough to keep track of one person you're talking to, let alone fifty. (I'm looking at you, SANTIAGO! Love you boo.)

So he came out and tried talking to me, but his only usefulness was getting me and my friends free drinks. I blew him off right away. Do I have a loser sign tacked to my forehead?! Please dating gods, no more losers.

And speaking of potential losers, let's get into Mr. Charles. He called last night and we had an hour plus conversation. He told me about his new job, and he wants to have me visit him at the end of October. He'll be paying for the hotel and different expenses, and I would just have to pay for my plane ticket.

Now, I know I said he and I were done. But.....why can't we be done after a little sex, hmm? I haven't been with a lot of guys (not that you needed to know that), and of the guys I have been with he was hands down the best dick I've ever had. Once I go up there, I can tell him face to face how I feel. We can clear all the air and decide to be long distance platonic friends, or whatever.

On paper he has so many qualities I don't like in men I choose to date. But, I can't deny the way I feel, and neither should he. So, I think I might go. Or not. Shit, I can't make that decision yet.

Onto things that really matter outside of my little world: fashion and music.

If you watched the VMAs this past Sunday you know how much of a general yawn fest it was. I mean, give me some show MTV! The only entertaining performances were Pink's, Christina's, Rihanna's, her duet with T.I. and Paramore. Everything else was a hot mess.

Fashion Rocks 5 was on last night, and all I wanted to do was take a bucket of fried chicken and give it to all the models. SHITEOUS. Otherwise, I loved it.

Rachael Zoe's new show debuted last night. And even though she's a human female version of Skeletor from He-Man, she can style like a motherfucker. Shout outs to Joy Bryant in the red Zac Posen. Loves it.

So, that's all for now folks. Men: keep your dick up. Ladies: keep the style hot.

Fashiontastically yours,

Ms. Dimes

P.S. Can we send out a message to all celebs who create fashion lines and perfumes? STOP.

Who's ready to unleash themselves this weekend?

Hi friends and lovers. I have been a very bad blogger indeed. I have been so busy with work shit that I haven't been able to blog or work on my writing at all. It's made me go back on my word.

But realy quick here is the update:

1. The t.v. production company I work for is on it's last leg. Quel surprise. The good news is we are now going into beverage distribution so I have a new job and title. I am now the Sr. Organizational Director of Marketing and Sales. :)

2. Mr. Charles called me last night after not speaking to him for almost a full two weeks. I don't know how I feel about it yet, to be honest. I haven't had a chance to sort my feelings out. But when I do, I'll let you know.

3. Labor Day is this weekend, and I am so prepared to get out there and have a great time as the send off to summer. And what a crazy summer it has been, hmmm?

4. The DNC ended yesterday. Viva Barack! McCain chose a woman to be his V.P. And even though she's a vampiric whore, it's about time a woman did something else in the White House besides be a First Lady, gave a blow job, or lied to the American public because her boss told her so. (I am looking at you Condoleeza!)

And that's all folks. Enjoy yourselves, be safe, and I'll see you on the other side.

Fashionably yours,

Ms. Dimes.

Bad in bed, good in love?

Oh friends, how are we on this Fabulous Friday? Good, I hope. It's Ms. Dimes here with another installment of all things love and dating. The next topic of conversation is all about love versus sex. Let's get juicy.

Let's say you are in a relationship and all is going well. They make you laugh, you're comfortable around them, and they get along with your friends and family. Hell, you could even pass gas around them and they would laugh it off because they like you that much. But, there is just one big problem: they suck in the sack. Try as you both might, it's just not good. Is that a deal breaker? Could you be with someone you really loved, but who was bad at booty?

Allow me to be honest here: sex is important. Not as important as their personality. But just about for this girl. Why buy the car if the engine keeps stalling out? It makes no sense. And that seemed to be the majority of the consensus when I asked around.

And then there were the romantic players who said that if someone was bad in bed you could gear them to go more towards what you liked sexually. I could agree with that. If your g-spot curves left, you could teach Bad Sex Brad to go left. But there is no substitute for someone who isn't willing to learn what pleases you. If Brad (or whatever the name of your amour is) isn't willing to learn a few new tricks, dump that dead weight faster than a starlet does before the Oscars.

There is no excuse for laziness! Lazy lovers can hit the door. And that's my tidbit for the day. I hope everyone's weekend is just as fabulous as it can be.

Fashiontastically yours,

Ms. Dimes

How soon is too soon? Who makes the rules?

Hooking up. Getting down. Fucking. Love making. Knocking boots. Mattress mambo. Booty. Coloring. It has so many names I could write a whole blog full of them, and still have tons more to write because it has so many different monikers. But for the sake of keeping it simple, we'll just call it by its universal name of sex.

How fast should we do it after first meeting someone? Or should we wait until the feeling is right? It's an interesting thought. How soon is too soon to hook up with someone? Five minutes? A day? A week? Three months? Does it mean the sex will be better if we wait? Or should sex become like a handshake? Should it decide if a guy is worth the time?

(Now some people define hooking up as making out or dry humping. I call those people pussies. I kid, I kid......sort of.)

For the purposes of my survey (and this blog) - it's sex. Now, as a single girl I have hooked up with a few guys and some waited more then others. For me, it's all about the chemistry and the moment. If him and I are feeling it, it can happen instantly. When I was in middle and high school, I had the princess and fairy tale fantasy of relationships. I would meet a guy and we would wait, and the sex would be great because our feelings for each other would make it be incredible.

Just let that sink in a little. Yeah, LAME. What the hell was I thinking?!?

As I got older I realized that two people can really like each other sexually and romantically, and the sex can still be more dull than watching grass grow. (Not the good grass, of course.)

The fastest I have ever hooked up with a guy was within a few hours. We shall call him......Stumpy Dick. Stumpy Dick had a few things going for him. He was nice enough, and he had a decent sense of humor. But he almost seemed....desperate. Like he caught a whiff of pussy, and he followed the smell like a dog to a steak. We met, we chatted, and we had sex. Dull, meaningless, poke-your-teeny-dick-in-my-pussy-faster-so-you-can-get-the-fuck-off me sex. I knew when he was on top of me that it would never happen again, and I wouldn't orgasm. I think of it as taking one for the team, and it boosted my self esteem interestingly enough. It wasn't about him. It was about me coming to terms with the fact that my pussy carries a certain power and I had just learned that I can harness it. Stumpy Dick was hooked, but my drug was no longer available. Sorry Stump!

The longest I have ever made a guy wait to get it on was a month. We'll call him Rabbit Man. Rabbit Man was....interesting. He had all the stamina of a rabbit, and we did it everywhere. I do find it interesting that I was intoxicated the majority of the time we did it, and it always amounted in me debasing myself in some way. NOT WORTH IT. Making him wait didn't make it better. It had nothing to do with it. The chemistry was not there, and I faked it with alcohol because I didn't realize that I didn't have to force it.

Time and sex are not mutually exclusive is what I am saying here people. It never is, and it never will be. It's about how the both of you feel about yourselves, each other, and the moment. There are no rules unless you make them.

So, drop me a line and tell your tales. Let it all hang out.

Love and blow jobs,

Ms. Dimes

P.S. You think that was graphic? You ain't seem nothing yet!

I'm sick of spending these lonely nights training myself not to care...

Hello readers, friends, and lovers. It's a brand new day, and I'm a brand new age! Marsha is twenty-five times more fabulous and more single than ever. I don't wish to go into it too much, but I will say that Mr. Charles turned out to be more of a disappointment than ever. I deserve more then what he offers, and I won't sacrifice my self-esteem or self-worth for any man. So it shall be.

The birthday weekend was good. The usual: dinner with friends, and dancing the night away. I got one hell of a cold and a visit from the dreaded Aunt Flo, but we can't have it all all the time, right?

In these past few days while I have been lying sick in bed I have had a lot of time to think, and I have come to the realization that I am a lot happier with myself than I have been in recent months, or even years. I have a good job, good friends, a roof over my head, and my health (current cold notwithstanding). I don't lack for things that I truly need to survive, so I am not set on getting things that are more geared towards what I want.

And one of the first things that I want is to concentrate on my writing more. So, instead of weekly blogs I plan on posting at least three to five a week.

Brace yourself, people. You're getting Ms. Dimes, full steam ahead.

Brava!

One for you, two for me. We're all so greedy, aren't we?

So, let me first apologize for not being around. Bad, bad girl. Work this past week and change has been so hectic, and my birthday is this coming Sunday which makes things even more hectic.

But, I digress. Let us pick-up from where I left off. I am still dedicated to sticking with Mr. Charles, and I don't want to do anything to ruin that, but reality is setting in. He is in Boston, jobless, and broke. He's got shitloads of qualities I don't like in men, but I like his personality. But if this were happening to someone else and they asked me for advice about what they should do, I would tell them the same thing I am about to type: it won't work out. Not because the people aren't compatible or right for each other, but the odds are stacked against them.

So, I need to figure out what I am going to do. He wants me to come and visit him in October and get a glimpse of his world, but even if I do go, I am going to have a serious talk with him when I do get there. I have to do what's right for me. NEXT!

So, this blog is all about soul mates. Do they exist? Or do we need different people for different things? My school of thought is we all have many different soul mates, some platonic and some not. For pet lovers, their soul mates may be their adorable pets.

I for one have soul mates in many forms. My friends Heather and Lauren create the HML collective and I absolutely know they are my soul mates. But, I also believe that I have a romantic soul mate out there. (Yes, I know that makes me incredibly corny.)

Let's now traverse the other school of thought. During the course of writing my sex book, this was one question that got startling responses from people. Surprisingly to me, a lot of people took the mindset that there is not perfect person for someone. That no one person will ever satisfy every need we as humans have, and monogamy is not a natural human tendency, but one created by society.

Part of me thinks that is true. In order to be monogamous, you have to work at it. That is why most relationships fail. One person, or sometimes both people, don't want to remain committed to one person and they take the steps to break the chains of a relationship. Cheating is natural tendency, like id. I have never cheated on a boyfriend, but I have been the other woman. I understand why people cheat, but I don't understand why they don't break up with their mates before they do it.

So, where does your head lie? What do you think? Let me know.

P.S. Music is wonderful, so check out Little Jackie! Enjoy!

He's gone to me now. Where do we go from here....?

Like so many other things in life, Mr. Charles is gone. He left yesterday afternoon while I was at work. He called me to tell me that he was at the airport and he would be boarding in ten minutes.

On what would be our last night together for what seems to be a few weeks at the least he gave me a scarf of his that he cares about. He asked me to hold on to it so I could either mail it back if I wanted, or keep it until he returns to get it back. Most don't know that he's left as of now, and I think those who'd want to know will find out as time progresses. I miss him already though.

And as much as I want to be with him and only him, I constantly remind myself that his heart is just not ready for that kind of commitment. And even if he was, I wouldn't be with him anyway. I keep my heart very guarded, and I won't walk into a situation where I could get hurt. He has a lot of baggage from the last relationship he was in, and there has not been enough time in between for him to move past some of it. So where does that leave me?

I am focusing on myself and the things I have going for me. My job, health, friends, writing, family, and all of those other positive things I sometimes forget I have. When he comes back, we can see where we left off. But Ms. Dimes waits on NO MAN and that's how it'll stay.

Coming up on next blog: more juicy goodness.

Until then: ladies keep those legs up (for a worthy man, of course), and fellas keep your shit straight.

Friends with benefits: watch out for the toxic landmines!

So, let's talk about friends with benefits. You know what I mean here. That guy or girl (or, nowadays, a combo of the two) that are good enough to sleep with, but not really someone you want to commit to. Why do people get into those kinds of relationships? Do they work?

I have several friends who are involved in a friends with benefits relationship. They get together, hang out, and fuck. (Or for the prudes out there, make love.) They seem to be happy, but are they really?

I asked that question of a lot of people, and I got a varied assortment of responses. The overwhelming majority of people said they can't work because someone always ends up getting attached to the other person. They want more time, affection, commitment, and all of those other wonderful things that happen when you start to fall for someone and want them to yourself.

Let's look at both sides of the coin. Say you are the person who wants to keep the relationship strictly sexual. What's holding you back? Afraid you may become heartbroken? Or do you not want to forgo an awesome sexual relationship for a romantic one that may ultimately fail?

And what about the person with feelings? Does the person you have feelings for deserve to have you? Or do some people (and most would say this applies to woman mainly) feel that you can't have sex without a level of emotional attachment applied to it?

I am currently involved in a friends with relationship cat and mouse game right now, and I am the one with feelings. I empathize with all my fellow romantic hopefuls out there. I can't escape him in my thoughts. In the beginning I thought that we were just casual lovers and things would remain purely sexual because he had a relationship and all of that. But here I am a few months later, and I enjoy being with him. He makes me laugh, and he's kind.

This has taken hold of me so much so that I don't even look at or flirt with any other men. (And believe me when I say I love nothing more then the hunt for men.) So, I am at a standstill with Mr. Charles. Am I waiting for the inevitable heartbreak that comes when you fall for someone? Even when you know he's emotionally unavailable? Or do I do what I keep doing and wait for him?

So it goes.....

The countdown of my final hours with Charles...

Sorry I haven't been around friends, readers and non-sexual (but still sexy) lovers. Work has been a killer this week, and that has been my major focus. I promise that I will be writing a blog chock full of wonderfulness soon.

On the dating front, Mr. Charles found work and he isn't leaving anymore. So that means there are no more hurdles, and he and I are really going to do this. He said that he didn't want to leave because of his off-spring, and because of me. "There's something there with you and me, and I don't want to leave that or you behind."

My jaw hit the floor. Not because of what he said, but because of what it means.

Stay tuned to see what happens next.


Your queen on the scene,


Ms. Dimes


P.S. Birthday is less than a month away. I'll be 25 years young!

Cheating is as cheating does...

So, lets discuss cheating. The topic of so many episodes of Maury, Jerry Springer (you know you love it), and celebrity rag magazines it'll make your head spin. It's everywhere, and yet, still so very taboo. It's fascinating until it happens to you, and then you're fucked. Or, comically, doing the fucking. Now, allow me to say that I have never been cheated on, but I have been the other woman. In this last year alone, so many people I know have been cheaters, been cheated on, or they were conspirators in the sneaky game of getting down on the sly.

In my experience, the guys who cheat on their girlfriends with me did it out of unhappiness. Well, that's the primary reason. Some of them do it because they want a boost to their self esteem, or they want to be predators and sleep with as many women as possible. Or maybe, they were just scratching an itch.

So, in that sex survey I created, the very first question I came up with was "When is cheating acceptable?". Most people who took the survey said that it's never acceptable. I think you need different people for different things. No one person can be all the things you need. We humans are an interesting breed. We all have this natural urge to mate with things that stir us up sexually, but monogamy is viewed as a necessary practice by most of society.

And let us not even get into the religious aspects or other pressures that come with monogamy. Let me give you two examples of cheating, and you decide for yourself what is wrong and right.

Example number one involves my parental units. They were together forever, and they even came to the states together in 1981. They built a home for myself and all of my siblings, and did the best they could with what they had. But, Father cheated on Mother the whole time they were together. My mother knew about it, and it was even the cause of a few mild separations between them. Theirs was not a relationship built on love. In truth, they stayed together "for their children". It was my mother's thought that she had to stay with him because our lives would be better for it.

Let me let that irony sink in for you. Yeah, that's right. So, was my mother right? Is cheating acceptable depending if their or children or financial concerns to consider?

Now, example two is more personal. Let's take a trip down I-can't-believe-I-slept-with-that-guy Boulevard. (I love flashbacks and montages. Can I get my soft piano music to lead me in?)

A few months ago I met this guy through some friends. We've been neighbors for years, and we never met. Let's call him.......Charles. Charles is the ultimate source of sexual attraction. Basically, I wanted to rip his clothes off and do the dirty. Charles was a taken man, however. Most women would back off. Most women suck.

This woman went after him like Oprah Winfrey at a buffet. As a single woman, I make it a point to be selective about the men I date. This girl has standards. Or as my friend Stephy tells it - I'm picky. Yes, I admit there are some men I am simply not attracted to. (Why bother getting to know some guy if he's only going to be Mr. Good For Five Minutes?) But, back to my point.

I found myself swerving towards him. The spark was undeniable, and it's been a hell of a ride. But, the acts were selfish. I found myself trying to identify with her feelings, and I couldn't. So, were we wrong? Or should we indulge in passion?

So, is cheating bad? Or is it cheating is as cheating does?

Blogging for the very first time! I'm a virgin again!

Hello friends, family, former lovers, pending fucks, and anonymous people who enjoy reading blogs about people they know nothing about! My name is Marsha and I come from the great (or, if you've been watching the news in the last eight years) and shitty state of Florida. I live in South Florida to be precise. I am a natural born Floridian as well. Let's go through the quick bio of who I am and what I do.

I am twenty-four years young, and I work as a Sr. Production Account Manager for an up-and-coming t.v. production company. I love what I do, but my real passions are music and writing. And of course, sex. (But who doesn't love a little sex, hmmm?) I am currently writing a questionnaire on sex and relationships, and the majority of my friends have done the survey, but I wanted to take it world wide. Everyone dates, has sex, and has all sorts of relationships. (And if you don't, you're a nun, and you shouldn't be reading this anyway!) Before some asshole comes along and asks me what makes me qualified to write a blog about dating and relationships, I'll tell you.

Are you ready? Here it is: I can, because I say I can. Beat that, bitch. :)

Being a young woman in her 20s I have been through my fair share of dating drama, but that's only been in the last few years or so. Before I hit the age of twenty-one and lost my virginity (which sucked), I was like any other average girl saving it for marriage. I thought my Prince Charming would come along and sweep me off my feet and make me adore the ground he walked on. Truth be told, most men are assholes and I am getting better at spotting one a mile away.

There are different types of girls in this world, and I'll tell you which one I am. I am the Other Woman Girl. What does that mean? I am the girl that guys in relationships want to sleep with because their current beau sucks more than a Milli Vanilli reunion. (And yes I know the one guy is dead and that joke may be in poor taste, but fuck it. If you actually liked them you're an asshole anyway.) Off and on over the years, I have slept with or hooked up with at least 5 guys that I know had girlfriends. I am sure someone is going to comment that I am a home wrecker or some shit, but fuck that line of thinking.

If your boyfriend or girlfriend is going to cheat on you, chances are there is something wrong there anyway. But, I am getting ahead of myself. Back to me, and how fabulous I am. (Yes, I am shallow, but only minimally. Wait, that sounds bad. Make that, I am pleasantly shallow.)

I am a college and high school graduate, and I am the fifth out of six kids. I love food, but I hate gaining weight. I love movies, but I hated The Happening. (But then again, who didn't?) I love television, but if I have to see one more Real World season I'll kill myself. (And if I kill myself, how will you enjoy my ever so fabulous blogs?)

I want this blog to be an avenue for people to express themselves honestly, because I will. I am going to be as candid and open with the questions and my thoughts and stories as I can be, so don't be afraid to let it all out there. Just make sure that it's nothing smaller than 6 inches if you're a guy. And if you're a lady, put those things away before I blush.

Sock it to me and stay tuned!