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Another one bites the dust; a single girls blog.

Today in the age of technology where hooking up is at the touch of a button.  No one ever seems to meet organically anymore.  This isn’t a self help blog.  Nor a lovey dovey blog.  This is a raw real deal situation of one girl who has suffered the ugly duckling syndrome, to moving away from her small town to a slightly bigger city.  This is real.  This isn’t fabricated bull that you would see in sex and the city, or 50 shades of crap. So whenever I get a chance I will release chapters of my awkward sexual adventures of growing up and show its ok to be single and discover who you are truly.  

The Introduction;

You’re all probably thinking that this is some other bullshit self help from some woman who has no idea what we are all going through.  I promise this isn’t that kind of book.  I remember when I was a little girl, I would watch movies such as Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty or Little Mermaid and thought hey by the time I hit my teens I will sing beautifully and be married. Oh also wake up with perfect hair and makeup.  Ha… I was wrong.  When I hit my teens, I barely had any boobs or ass.  I remember having terrible acne, and no sense of how to do my makeup.  Now to think about it… I cannot contour still.  Anyways back on track.  I was what they would call “undateable”.  I never had my first kiss until I was twelve?  Which I think is normal.  

While most of my peers were having sex, or exploring other sexual adventures.  I was at home watching porn.  And to think I would remain a virgin for life.  I also remember promising my grandma that I would wait till marriage.  Yes let’s all laugh at that little lie we tell ourselves to make things better.  I just remember I would always see my friends dating boys, and being happy and thought I would like that.

Well flash forward to today.  I am a 30 year old female, making it in today’s society of what people call the “millennial generation”.  I’m still single, I do not own a cat, and not even close to getting married or even being in a steady relationship.  But what I can say is, I have had a very interesting dating/sex life.  As my one male friend described my idea when I told him about writing this memoir.  “Sex and the city meets Californication”.  Which I have never watched Californication…. Just listened to Red Hot Chilli Peppers album over and over again.  

I am not what society would call smoking hot, or beautiful.  I’m not an ideal size, I’m not fat but I’m not skinny.  I don’t got a pearly white smile, which one day I really hope that will be fixed.  My breasts aren’t huge, they are nice and perky and no where near sag town.  My booty could be a bit more toned.  But the thing I love about my appearance is my legs, and my eyes.  I am tattooed, I dress like like I’m in my early 20s, in fact I look like I am still in my early 20s.  I constantly get asked what is my secret.  

“Sex, scotch and metal” is my answer.

I been with the pretty boy, I been with the flamboyant bisexual (we will get there I promise), I been with the jock, I been with the ginger, I been with Metal Fabio,  I been with the emo, I also dated a guy with one of his limbs missing (trust me it wasn’t a weird sexual fetish I promise).  I just remember telling my best friend about some of the guys and she put the idea out there, why don’t I write a book about it?  It could be hilarious, it could show that Barbie doesn’t always win.  Well my dear… Here it is.

And who am i?  Well let’s just call me Roxy Jean.

[roxyjean87-blog]

Another one bites the dust; a single girls blog.

Today in the age of technology where hooking up is at the touch of a button.  No one ever seems to meet organically anymore.  This isn’t a self help blog.  Nor a lovey dovey blog.  This is a raw real deal situation of one girl who has suffered the ugly duckling syndrome, to moving away from her small town to a slightly bigger city.  This is real.  This isn’t fabricated bull that you would see in sex and the city, or 50 shades of crap. So whenever I get a chance I will release chapters of my awkward sexual adventures of growing up and show its ok to be single and discover who you are truly.  

The Introduction;

You’re all probably thinking that this is some other bullshit self help from some woman who has no idea what we are all going through.  I promise this isn’t that kind of book.  I remember when I was a little girl, I would watch movies such as Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty or Little Mermaid and thought hey by the time I hit my teens I will sing beautifully and be married. Oh also wake up with perfect hair and makeup.  Ha… I was wrong.  When I hit my teens, I barely had any boobs or ass.  I remember having terrible acne, and no sense of how to do my makeup.  Now to think about it… I cannot contour still.  Anyways back on track.  I was what they would call “undateable”.  I never had my first kiss until I was twelve?  Which I think is normal.  

While most of my peers were having sex, or exploring other sexual adventures.  I was at home watching porn.  And to think I would remain a virgin for life.  I also remember promising my grandma that I would wait till marriage.  Yes let’s all laugh at that little lie we tell ourselves to make things better.  I just remember I would always see my friends dating boys, and being happy and thought I would like that.

Well flash forward to today.  I am a 30 year old female, making it in today’s society of what people call the “millennial generation”.  I’m still single, I do not own a cat, and not even close to getting married or even being in a steady relationship.  But what I can say is, I have had a very interesting dating/sex life.  As my one male friend described my idea when I told him about writing this memoir.  “Sex and the city meets Californication”.  Which I have never watched Californication…. Just listened to Red Hot Chilli Peppers album over and over again.  

I am not what society would call smoking hot, or beautiful.  I’m not an ideal size, I’m not fat but I’m not skinny.  I don’t got a pearly white smile, which one day I really hope that will be fixed.  My breasts aren’t huge, they are nice and perky and no where near sag town.  My booty could be a bit more toned.  But the thing I love about my appearance is my legs, and my eyes.  I am tattooed, I dress like like I’m in my early 20s, in fact I look like I am still in my early 20s.  I constantly get asked what is my secret.  

“Sex, scotch and metal” is my answer.

I been with the pretty boy, I been with the flamboyant bisexual (we will get there I promise), I been with the jock, I been with the ginger, I been with Metal Fabio,  I been with the emo, I also dated a guy with one of his limbs missing (trust me it wasn’t a weird sexual fetish I promise).  I just remember telling my best friend about some of the guys and she put the idea out there, why don’t I write a book about it?  It could be hilarious, it could show that Barbie doesn’t always win.  Well my dear… Here it is.

And who am i?  Well let’s just call me Roxy Jean.