ZephyrMarie
ZephyrMarie
ZephyrMarie

My boyfriend would be very confused if I shut up and started being 'mysterious'. I mean, he told me I had an affliction called 'word vomit' on our second date.

Psh, as a kid.

Yeah, a friend of mine bought one for me a few years ago. My boobs are too big and it didn't fit but I told her I'd just shove the bag from a box of wine in my tits and call it good. I can also fit 8 mini bottles of Grey Goose in my bra/under my boobs without any sort of lumpage or weirdness. I'd oddly proud of

Ha, I was laid off a few months after I turned 27 and replaced with a 19 year old who happened to be the wife of our COO (age 38). Within the first 2 weeks she lost the company a bit more than $60k and my old supervisor called me multiple times because apparently NOBODY knew how to do my job and they had to admit

I think I've been 'reverse-heckled'....I'm not even sure what you would call it. but I used to go to quite a few small comedy clubs with my friends in NYC and I'd say around 50% of the time the comedian would say something about my boobs, or me showing him my boobs or going home with him after the show etc etc. I go

All through the late 80s and well into the mid 90s we took family photos (without my Dad, because he was having none of my Mom's matchy match bullshit) once a year at Olan Mills wearing matching outfits. The glasses, the poofy 90s bangs and matching outfits were just primo, and while I was a bit embarrassed about

Yes. I hung out with him for a little while right before 'Remedy' broke on the radio outside of some random club in southern California somewhere. It was like trying to talk to an 8 year old with severe ADD. We were chatting, and then he just wandered off in the middle of a sentence, then came back and resumed the

I have:

You swing dead cats at children?

I'm 6'1 tall, when I was 120 lbs my legs still touched from lady bits down to my ankles. No matter what I do I'll never have a 'thigh gap' and I have no desire for one.

The last time I said 'no thank you' very politely to a man who asked me out, he then proceeded to call me an ugly fat slut and told me I deserved a brick through my cars windshield.

My Mom got a tummy tuck a few years back, and the first surgeon she met with took pictures, then had someone professionally photoshop them to show her how she 'could' look....after thousands and thousands of dollars of surgery of course. I started crying when she showed me because of how inherently shitty it is for

Same here... and why online dating is such a minefield. I have a little internal rule that if I don't meet at least a few friends within the first month or two I'm out. I'm not a 'secret girlfriend' and I'm so sick of married guys pretending to be single.

There are a lot of little things... but one of the things that makes me all tingly and happy inside is when he refers to me as 'special' or a 'keeper' around friends. My ex was embarrassed to be seen with me in public (I wasn't hot enough for him) so having my current Gentleman be proud to be with me and having no

A now ex-friend of mine threw an engagement party, bachelorette party, bridal shower, the wedding itself and a brunch the next week and expected gifts for each of those. I didn't realize that until after the wedding when her now husband called me a 'cheap asshole' for only getting them 2 gifts.

Is it weird that I read that in Jeremy Clarkson's (from Top Gear) voice?

From my rather anecdotal experience (and the fact that I've lived with quite a few men who thought nothing of walking around naked) there isn't much of a correlation between height and penis size.

The biggest I've seen? On a super skinny guy who was maybe 5'6. Seriously. It was ridiculous. The smallest? On a guy

I can't do anything this year (hooray for working late!) but next year I'll be going as The Stig from Top Gear. Not sexy stig, just The Stig and I will be covered from head to toe with zero skin showing and I wont' have to talk to a single person all night long because I'll stay in character. Perfect Halloween.

Yep. I LOOOOOVED my last job, but being around a bunch of dudebro mechanics made it horrible and miserable. I was the only woman in the department and constantly being told I wasn't good enough, or having my mistakes amplified because 'a girl shouldn't be a mechanic' got super old super quick.

My Mom said the same thing... that she LOVED being a stay at home mom to us three monsters growing up, but the minute my brother was in school she didn't walk, but RAN to her current job which she loves. Interestingly, it was the same job her Mother had and she took over it when my Grandmother retired :)