After many, many arduous months of single living, Token has officially moved into my house. My nights of constant partying with my sexy single girlfriends are over; no more bar hopping in slutty outfits, no more late night lingerie pillow fights at my house, no more hanging out at a random guy’s house just because he has free alcohol and a hot tub. Long hours of Tinder swiping have given way to clearing closet space for Captain Wonderful’s wardrobe. Breakfast in bed has replaced dinner for one, and two dogs have multiplied into four dogs.
While living in sin with my Sexy Someone is totally as much fun as it sounds, it’s not always sunshine and candied apples. After spending the last few years with Loser Larry, I’m running low on childbearing years! It’s not easy to meet someone, start dating, profess your undying love, and move in together … before the 1st month anniversary. There’s likely to be a few bumps in the road.
The week after Casanova moved in, my razor started getting dull faster than normal. I’ve been shaving for over 20 years so I know exactly how many times I can shave my body before I need to change the cartridge. I like nice things and soft skin, so a girl like me absolutely cannot use a dull razor. Employing my quick thinking wit, I realized that Token always has that freshly shaven baby face, and I haven’t seen an extra razor in the bathroom. Could Prince Charming have the audacity to be using MY razor??
I called one of my gorgeous single girlfriends to get some guidance on the subject and hear about her date with Open Mouth Guy. Yes, that’s really what we call him – OMG. A few weeks back a group of us were perusing the bar when a young man approached Miss S. and offered to buy her a drink. He was totally her type with his ripped abs and tall physique, but we noticed he couldn’t seem to close his mouth – whether he was talking or not. So, as a group we took photos with our mouths open for the rest of the night.
It turns out her date with OMG was pretty good; he has a car, a job, paid for dinner, over 6 feet tall, and rocks a six-pack. Way better than the last one she picked up at the bus stop. #sorrynotsorry
After discussing the ins and outs of her date and my razor dilemma, her advice was to come right out and ask him if he’s been using my razor. I couldn’t do that; I didn’t want to take the easy way out! So, the next morning I showered first and hid my razor in the drawer under a box of tampons to see if my suspicions were right.
I listened as Prince Charming showered, imagining the water running down his tan shoulders and over his muscular arms. Soaping up his rock hard abs … wait – was he also using my expensive girly soap? Ugh!
Walking out of the bathroom he nonchalantly asked where THE razor was. Seriously?!? It’s not THE razor — it’s MY razor! Unfortunately, the fact that he was talking to me wearing only a towel made it really hard to remember why I was so angry in the first place … #sorrymom
But, I had to stay strong. I confessed that I hid my razor to find out if he had been using it, and now the truth was out! And what did Monsieur McSteamy have to say for himself? He LAUGHED at me! He seriously LAUGHED at me! He isn’t supposed to LAUGH at me when I’m mad because that just makes me madder!
When he was done laughing at me he used LOGIC against me: Wouldn’t it have been easier to just ask if he was using my razor instead of going through the trouble of hiding it?
Using logic against me is so unfair. The next day his razor showed up in the shower …
Token = 1
Feather Girl = 0
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Jaimie Beebe is 36 years old, single, modern, and a Renaissance woman. She’s a writer, world traveler, Playboy model, amateur magician, casting director, producer, band manager, and occasional star fucker (only the really hot ones).
At 17 Jaimie left home to follow the jam band Phish, spent months at a Rainbow Gathering, protested logging in Oregon, and made the local Ohio papers getting arrested for organizing a topless march.
Slightly famous for rebuilding her Hollywood Hills home in a bikini after a contractor stole her money and left town, she created an online webisode “Bikini Builders” where followers could donate money, tools, and supplies to recoup her losses. Scantily clad babes in bikinis on camera can accomplish almost anything.
Jaimie holds a Master’s Degree in Music Management and a Bachelor’s Degree in Photography. Working in the entertainment industry she has produced commercials and music videos with A-list clients. Currently she juggles running her successful casting career (www.jaimiecasting.com) with writing her blogs, reviews, and a variety of pieces for different publications.
Mancation is her documentation of adventures in dating. Join Jaimie in the struggle to find mister right, or possibly just mister right now in a world of online dating, social media, and crazy Hollywood nights. See our hero navigate the deliriously deranged dating world, and explore all the available options to sniff out a worthy contender.
Feel free to follow along on Instagram: FeatherGirl77 and Twitter @jaimiebeebe as well as Facebook www.facebook.com/mancation.story for a daily dose of her dating disasters.