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Confessions of a cheater

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It’s taken me awhile to put this piece together, procrastination? Possibly, or maybe just the fact that it’s sometimes hard to face the facts and admit that you’ve been a piece of shit in your past. Young and dumb is the easiest way to explain my take on my past cheating ways.

Let me begin with this statement, I didn’t always cheat on my past boyfriends, there were a few circumstances where I did and whether they “deserved it” or not, it happened. I have had relationships where I fully respected the other person and never even looked at another man, funnily enough, those were the relationships that I got cheated on and in return ended up having a hatred for cheaters (call it a double standard if you will but it did teach me to stop and think about my actions first. I hated how I felt whenever I found out I got cheated on and never wanted someone else to feel that way ever again)

I would be lying if I said I’ve been a saint in past relationships. When we are young, some of us have that overwhelming feeling that the grass is always greener on the other side. My first boyfriend was a real piece of work; he made me feel like no one else would ever want me, that I was trash and that I should consider myself lucky to be with him. I was young, naive and just wanted someone to love me so I stayed with him, for years. One day we jokingly had a conversation about sleeping with famous people, and that it would be considered a “pass”. I never forgot that conversation and ended up using it to my advantage.
I went to my first concert.
Things changed from that day forward. I realized that I was considered a “Vixen” in the eyes of some celebrities, whether it was actors or musicians, If I liked them, I knew I had a chance and I’d use it if I could. Things ended after much time wasted and really no personal growth came out of that relationship at all unfortunately.

After this relationship I began a relationship where I was “the other woman”, I was young, he was a successful, with money and charm, this intrigued me. Why me? I didn’t care; I loved the thought that I was the chosen one for him to go to when his wife (at the time) wasn’t being “good to him”. Thank god when that ended I found out she had been cheating on him the whole time as well and eventually ended up with her “other man” so my guilt slipped away easily.

Years passed, I stuck to long distance serious but open relationships, I was scared of commitment and I also now realize that I did not believe I deserved to be loved and respected. During this time and near to the end of a relationship that I was completely delusional in, I met someone. I thought I had found “the one”. I thought that so much that even after the fact when he left me for his previous girlfriend, I continued to see him on the side. Again delusional. Once we finally were together, I assumed we were committed to each other, but a string of events and years, turned out I was the only committed one. My fault really, when you start a relationship based on cheating and lying, NEVER think it will be different this time around, I’ve learnt that many times over, but never took it to heart until I emotionally grew up and taught myself self-respect and self-love. Before I taught myself these things, I became the other woman yet again, with an ex who had cheated on me, I felt like it was pay back to the girlfriend at the time, when really it was just weakness and straight immature behavior.

Looking back at these events embarrasses me, as I’ve always tried my best to be an honest person to the people I care about and to people I don’t know. No one deserves to be disrespected no matter what the relationship is, and for that I am still sorry for my past actions. At this time, I take it as a lesson learnt, since these events are years ago now, I have grown into the woman I am, I am proud of who I am, what I have to offer and most importantly, I am honest.

Before my fiancée and I were engaged, I told him everything, about my past, I wanted this relationship to be different, I wanted him to know what I’ve done, what I’ve been through and who I am now because of it all. When you are open about past experiences with someone you love, you open up a new level of communication. I found this was the first step in bringing us closer. Showing vulnerability can be scary at first, but it’s well worth it in order to build a strong relationship, bond and overall stable future.

I’ve reached out in social media over the past few months and asked, “ If you have cheated in the past, why? What were the circumstances etc” As I wanted to showcase the fact that everyone has their own reasons other than just plain selfishness in regards to why they have cheated, to show some of you who are cheaters that in the end it’s not worth it and some self reflection is needed or to maybe help some of you recognize when you are in a relationship with a cheater.

Here are their stories

It was easy, happened once on a trip away, I didn’t feel guilty, so if a woman approached me, I never turned them down. I always got away with it. A few years down the line I realized I just kept cheating because I didn’t care about the girl I was with. Now that I’ve moved on, I couldn’t ever imagine cheating on the woman I decided to marry. Maybe it was just me being young and fearless.

Every time I cheat it’s like a refresher for my marriage to keep things fresh and myself interested.

My husband can’t satisfy me for many reasons, I cheat on him, and we just don’t talk about it. I love him very much; I just need that physical experience every so often. He understands. It still hurts me every time I do it, but then again I need it. I’m stuck.

I was really careful and shy about sex in high school. I actually don’t even know why. I was cripplingly insecure, so I met this guy when I was 18-19. He was perfect! About 5 years older, so hot, beach bum, party boy. I made him wait. We were dating for a while, turns out he was fucking my best friend the whole time. I was mad that I had put sex on a pedestal that I had waited. And I got really very weird about it. I was so hurt. Like broken. I said out loud “I will always be the other woman. I will never like another man. I will never be hurt again.” And that’s what I did. For many years I “hunted” men. I didn’t care. I was so reckless. I had zero emotional attachment to sex. It was just like scratching an itch. People cheat because they remove emotion from sex. For whatever reason, but most likely because they were hurt themselves. It becomes the satisfaction of a physical need. They block out all feelings, including those of the person whose heart would be smashed in a million pieces, and for some reason the more you do it, the easier it gets.

I was not happy in my relationship and didn’t know how to get out of it. I had serious feelings for the guy I cheated with since before I even met the boyfriend I ended up cheating on. I felt trapped and saw it as an escape with him. I regret the decision everyday, but not the outcome.

I’ve cheated a couple times before. Only one time did I not feel terrible about it. That was only because the guy I cheated on beat me and for the longest time I was convinced it was my fault. I think people cheat because they don’t feel enough love or because the one they’re with constantly puts them down. My ex made me feel fat and stupid and unloved… then someone came around and treated me like I matter, like I was smart and funny and beautiful. All of the things he never made me feel. I eventually cheated on my ex by kissing this guy. But I still felt terrible about it so I told him. And when I told him it was just a kiss he couldn’t forgive me but he still wanted to try to stay. Later on I realized I wanted more out of the relationship things he couldn’t give me, like love and respect, we parted ways. Now I’m dating someone I never thought existed. Someone who loves me tenderly, who tells me I am beautiful every day, who makes me feel special and wanted, someone who makes me feel whole and I couldn’t EVER imagine cheating on him. So as to reply to people who say “once a cheater, always a cheater”… it’s not true.

Ego. Low worth and or self-esteem. Sometimes boundaries are assumed and not clearly defined. Some people do it because they want to be caught. The act of cheating is defined by the act of getting caught.

My ex and I drifted apart to the point where we slept together maybe 3 times in a four-month span. I went out with a group of friends and classmates, including someone I worked on a project with, whom I ended up kissing. The next day I broke up with my now ex. I think the major driver for me was my ex was super unambitious, with no goals, while this other person was smart and ambitious- he/she had what my ex didn’t at the time, and he/she challenged me on an intellectual level while my ex was just kind of there.

In high school my first girlfriend ever cheated on me. It was the first time I was ever truly heart broken. For that reason I always had a bad taste in my mouth about cheating or the people who did it. Fast forward like 5 years and I was dating a girl I worked with for about 6 months. I had always suspected her of cheating on me but figured I was being paranoid. One morning I got a phone call from a friend who said he was out the night before and saw her making out with some dude on a dance floor, she was in fact out with her friends said night. It brought me right back to that high school place again, that same shitty feeling draped over me for the second time in my life. This time I dealt with it in a different way, the same day I got that shitty news about my girlfriend I decided to pick up a woman at my bar. After it was over I got zero gratification and felt like I had sank to a level I had always despised. I couldn’t bring myself to talk to my then girlfriend who had no idea what had happened in the last 24 hours. I ignored her calls for about a day.
I found out that the guy who told me he saw her cheating mistook her for someone else. At that point I sank even deeper, I was so ashamed in myself, that my paranoia allowed me to believe this dude without even checking around. What’s worse is the level disgust I had in myself wouldn’t let me come clean with her, but on the other hand I no longer felt like I deserved to be with her. I broke up with her giving her no reason, to this day it’s the most cowardly thing I have ever done and I have never forgiven myself for it.

Every time I found out he cheated on me, I went out and cheated on him. No reason really other than that. Obviously wasn’t a healthy relationship and lasted a little too long than it should have.

Tales from the eloping bride to be

Published by princessriccia

~~Part One~~

If you follow me on social media you would be one of many who know from my bombardment of posts that I’ve recently got engaged.
It’s been like I’ve been living in a fairytale from the moment Mike (my fiancée) came into my life. (More about that another time.)

Mike and I on our way to our first engagement dinner with my family

My custom ring designed by my fiancee Mike and Dane at Cavalier Vancouver

The engagement process hasn’t been long but I’ve already been getting the over whelming questions; ‘Whens the big day”, “Where” etc etc.This lead us to the discussion on exactly that, and the conclusion that eloping would be the best option for us, our relationship and our personalities.

When

Why wait? We both agreed that the sooner this happens, the better. We already know we want to spend the rest of our lives together; our love was all based on spontaneous choices leading us to each other why not continue that tradition we’ve built.

Why

We wanted this moment to be just about us, each other, not having to worry how everyone else is doing, timing, money or family drama. My idea was to also take the money we would have put in for a venue etc and put that towards extra touches for a super dope reception. When it all comes down to it, we both are very passionate about each other and we want this day to be about the passion we share, I don’t feel like entertaining anyone else except my husband on the day we are married.

Although I am eloping, I want to stress, I am still, a bride to be. I want everything on the day of the marriage ceremony and the day of the reception to be perfect.
I am feeling a little left out though, there aren’t many options that meet my needs/wants as an eloping bride to be in which I’ve been fully satisfied with.

The wedding show experience

Today I attended my first wedding show as a bride to be, The Just Add Love wedding show, hosted at the Heritage Hall in Vancouver BC.

It was sweet and small, made the experience feel much more intimate than the ones I’ve been to in the past, I didn’t feel bombarded by sales people etc etc. All of the vendors had the sweetest set ups and displays, from the moment I walked in I was excited to check everything out and bask in the glory of being engaged (haha). I did notice one thing though; there wasn’t much talk on eloping couples etc. I wish there were more businesses that offer full services when it comes to eloping.

My entry for the Opus hotel draw at the Just add love wedding show

If you are a bride to be who happens to be planning an elopement, try not to let it get to you that much when people get disappointed the moment they hear that you are running off with your love. The huge show isn’t for everybody, I would personally rather not be stressed out on the day I devote myself to sharing life with another person. I’ll save that for the night of the party when the cure for late caterers is a couple shots of tequila.

Stay tuned on more to come while I organize my dream day.

The passengers guide to proper airplane etiquette

Published by princessriccia

Last October while traveling to New Zealand from Los Angeles I had an interesting run in with a fellow passenger on my flight who was, lets just say, less than becoming…
Which inspired me to gather some information from fellow travelers and friends, about their experiences with the less than becoming airplane neighbor.

I’ve been putting it off for awhile now, then low and behold my late night comedian crush Jimmy Kimmel releases a mini skit re-enacting many of these moments we all agree are the absolute worst, taken from a poll Expedia created on “the most annoying types of airline passengers”
(See video below article)

Without going into further detail about the video, I have listed my findings on what proper airplane etiquette is to being a good neighbor during your flight.

Personal hygiene
You’re sharing personal quarters with 100+ other passengers, make sure you’ve showered, taken your activated charcoal (natural way to reduce gas) and not over sprayed the perfume/cologne.
When I was young, I flew alone as an unaccompanied minor, constantly. My first time remembering how uncomfortable I was to be sitting next to a stranger was when the woman next to me started ripping apart her napkin, balling up pieces, and proceeding to clean out her ear wax, and boogers. I was horrified, even at the age of eight

When it’s time to power off, power off.
Pretty simple and self explanatory but your phone call isn’t any more important than the plans some of us have to get to when we finally get to our destination. I watched a man sitting across from me, get politely asked to power off his laptop 3x before pretending to turn it off and just shut the screen while letting out a loud sigh and roll of the eyes. This set our departure back 5 mins… sure it may not seem like a lot of time to you, but that 5 mins in turn, makes everything else delayed for the rest of the day, whether that’s for the airline and future flights this plane needs to take, or for the passengers who have places to be, traffic to beat, sick family members to visit etc.

Shoes off, wear socks
I personally, cannot travel with my shoes on during long haul flights. I do how ever make sure I am wearing a clean pair of socks, or I have a clean pair with me in my bag to pop on as soon as I take off my shoes. (I will always put my shoes on when up and about)

Lights off before you fall asleep please
Nothing worse than trying to fall asleep while the whole cabin is dark except one row, your row, where your neighbor has passed out cold but has their light shining bright. While it is a bit intrusive of us (as a courteous neighbor) to lean in and turn it off, take a moment when you are really tired and flick it off so that this feeling of awkwardness may be avoided. This goes for checking if it’s sunny in the middle of a lights out, during a long haul period while literally everyone is out cold. (If the blind is warm, or you can see it light through the crack, lifting it and letting the sun in will awaken your neighbor)

Be food courteous: Neutral/Non scented foods are best and be aware of common allergies
If you choose/need to bring your own food onto the plane, go for it! Just be aware of common airborne allergies many people have, common ones for example are peanuts and oranges. Also remember, strong scented foods may make your fellow weak stomached neighbor feel even more ill than they already do.

Please don’t grab, tug or pull on the seat in front of you

Discard all used Kleenexes during your bathroom visit, or wait till the garbage bin comes around and throw it in.
Accidentally touching your slimy balls of paper is super gross, it’s already super easy to catch a cold while sucking in the same air, lets lesson the chances.

Do get up when your neighbor has to use the restroom (unless you’re sleeping)
It’s weird when I have my boobs or butt in your face because you couldn’t be bothered to slide up, or out for two seconds. Reminds me of being in a movie theater with A LOT less space

DO NOT

Try to join the mile high club on a public plane
I guarantee you, if you are caught, you will be arrested when you land
Choose the window seat if you have a small bladder
I always request an aisle seat for this very reason
Comment loudly on the crying/fussy baby
Most of the time, the parents are equally as horrified/embarrassed of the situation, and all the baby knows is that something painful is happening inside their ears.
Keep talking to your neighbor who is a stranger once the headphones go in
Complain about there not being free food on a short haul flight
I think free sandwiches ended about 10 years ago
Force your seat back without looking behind you first
Hot coffee soaked jeans are the worst to sit in for 2 hours straight.

If you have any more points to add, feel free to comment below. From my findings, pretty much all the same things annoyed airplane passengers about each other. Why do we keep doing it then? Ignorance is bliss for some, then for others like me, it’s just a headache.

Check out the Jimmy Kimmel clip here

Getting home safe: How trusted taxi drivers may not be so trustworthy after all

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One of my closest girlfriends and I always talk about our horribly weird encounters with taxi drivers we’ve had over the previous weekend, (We both work in the industry, late nights and also enjoy our nights out on the town. We also both take taxis at LEAST once a day because we do not own cars). After hearing the same stories over and over again, but in different circumstances, I wondered how many other women were subject to the abuse and unwanted advances by these men who are employed to get women and people in general home safely, my friend inspired me to reach out and do my research, gather information and share the stories with you all. Let me begin with my first hand experience. My first unsavory encounter with a taxi driver in Vancouver BC Canada was at the age of 11, I was standing at a bus stop in the summer time, after a matinee on Granville street (when Granville 7 cinemas was still open). The bus stop was full of people waiting for the next bus, it was a red light, a cabdriver was waiting for the light to change (with customers in his back seat) he made the pussy eating symbol to me the entire time, which felt like eternity (I use the word pussy because of the vulgarity in the manner of his performance). People at the stop saw him, some laughed, some just stared at me to see my reaction. I cried, it was a trigger for me. I had never felt so unsafe, and so not cared about. I looked like a little girl, frizzy curly hair, mustache, unibrow you name it. The fact that it wasn’t anything to do with me being overtly sexual but just a man taking advantage of the situation still disturbs me to this day. Years go by, I start working in the nightlife industry, taking a cab to and from work at least 4 nights a week. I notice something about my rides home at 4 am. 1 out of maybe 6 taxi drivers will take you an extremely long way home if they think you are drunk. So I got in the habit about 10 years ago of telling the cab driver as soon as I get in the cab “I am tired, worked all night” so they are aware I am not drunk. It works. Fast forward to Boxing Day 2013, my dog has to have a $5000 surgery, or I have to put him down. Those were my options, I used all my savings I was putting aside to put a down payment on a new apartment to save my dogs life (best decision ever, but was still an extremely hard one), that night while he was in surgery, I couldn’t stand sitting at home. I went out, got extremely drunk. Now being in the business of getting people drunk for a living, I have mastered the skill of not seeming as drunk as I am in certain situations (maybe it isn’t something to be proud of, but it is true). A cab drive from Fortune Nightclub to west 4^th ave usually runs me $15 MAX, at around $29 I asked the cab driver to stop driving me through alleys and stalling, I knew what he was doing. (we were around the corner from the animal hospital, I was planning on staying there until I could take my dog home). Suddenly the taxi driver flipped out, because I called him out. He called me “ A dirty fucking whore” and locked the doors on me, I was screaming and seriously would have attacked him if it weren’t for the two guys leaving the back side of the animal hospital seeing the commotion they came over, Cab driver let me out. Opened his window and started screaming at me even more, calling me a whore, slut, shame to my family, to my father. That’s when the guys who were there told him they were calling the cops if he didn’t leave right away. He sped off. Now a huge issue I have sometimes, especially working in the nightlife industry where when I was 19 I would dress a lot more provocatively than I would now, was the fact that many taxi drivers think I am of Indian decent (it is hard to tell what race I am at times) and without fail I would always get comments like, “You are Indian, your father let you leave your home like that”, “Disgrace”, “Pretty Indian girl, we are going to have some fun tonight?” Maybe it’s a culture difference but as soon as I get asked these things I get all defensive and say “No actually, I’m ….” They shut up. I’ve had my credit card information stolen from a Taxi driver before, I know this because the only time I used the card was for that cab, and I remember him fumbling with my card. I called and complained to blacktops, they laughed. Now when I pay with debit or credit, I notice they always want to put your card in for you. Nope not happening, I make them pass me the machine so I can insert it myself so there isn’t a chance of them swiping or tapping my card on a reader. Most recently while leaving my ex’s house, I took the wrong cab home. 5 mins after walking through the door, I get a phone call. “You fucking bitch, you made me wait for you and I know you took a different cab” He hangs up, calls back “ I have your number now, and your name, I’m going to find you, fucking cunt” Again He hangs up, calls back. Now those of you who know me, know I don’t take shit from anyone. This time before he can say another word to me, I tell him, ‘listen if you have my number, then Blacktop knows you were dispatched to me, I will call the cops if you call back again, get your taxi license taken away and file a restraining order against you.’ He didn’t call back. This is why I always book taxis with a fake name now. Amongst these situations I’ve experienced, I’ve had countless others where the driver has asked me if – I was single, if so why – Lived alone – What my favorite sexual positions were – If he could take me out Amongst these situations I have had many pleasant situations where I have had very deep meaningful and intellectual conversations, met very nice drivers, and had quick safe rides home. I just want to bring awareness to what many women in this city face every night they choose to have some fun, a few drinks, and the events that take place, more commonly than not, and are not discussed. Below are first hand stories, I have not changed them at all, of situations where women in Vancouver have had horrible encounters with taxi drivers.

-Couple years ago my friend forgot her phone in a cab. She realized and called the company to have the phone returned. When the cab driver showed up he came to her front door and when she answered he told her he would only give her phone back if she kissed him and then he proceeded to shove his tongue in her mouth. She called the cab company and they didn’t do anything about it and when she called the cops they basically blamed it on the fact that she’d had a couple drinks.

A few years ago I was really drunk and I was telling the cab driver to pull over and he didn’t, I ended up puking all over the back seat, then pulled over and said “YOU OWE ME 300$ FOR CLEANING! PAY ME NOW!” Naturally, I was like fuck you just take me home! He pulled me out of the cab punched me in the face, drove off with my wallet purse and keys. Luckily I had my phone on me, when I reported it to the VPD they said I had no evidence, even though my eye was swollen shut for about 5 days, I’ve never felt more violated

I was downtown at the met with some friends one night and I had a lot to drink. I was at the point where I could hardly stand. All my friends at that time lived in Van and wanted me to get home safely. The train had stopped running and they were afraid I’d get lost if I took the night bus. So one of my friends called a cab. (At this point in time I lived in Surrey). The cab arrived and my friends shoved me in the front. The drive started out okay. There was small talk… then things started to get weird. He said that he wouldn’t make me pay the cab price for going to Surrey from Van and that he’d just except $60 bucks then he told me to flip the visor down to cover the camera so that he could do so without getting caught. We kept driving and I remember at some point in time he offered me weed and beer. I was still really drunk so I honestly can’t remember everything. But I do remember ending up at some random industrial place (I think in Langley) he stopped the car and brought out weed and alcohol and then started touching me and trying to kiss me. I felt violated and I got scared… I thought he was going to rape me. I demanded him to take me home or I would call the cops. I honestly felt like it’d be safer if I took a bus. Ever since then I refuse to take a taxi alone.

We were at Biminis and getting into a cab. I was the first one in and the guy literally pushed down on the gas and zipped away while the door was still open.. I flew back in the back seat and then my boyfriend Andre and his friend ran after it and kicked the back of the cab and the guy got out angrily and then Andre just started yelling at him. It was super intense. Though that’s not the first of awkward cab rides. I’ve had a cab driver drive me home after a night out one of the few times I’ve been by myself in one and I always try to act as sober as possible.. I usually am but even more so so that they don’t try to take advantage of the situation because I had one cab driver ask me very inappropriate questions about whether I have a boyfriend or if I live by myself. I prefer to not cab at night alone.

I had a cab driver pick me up from my boyfriends late at night and ask me if I give him blowjobs and what sort of things we do sexually.

I had one pick me up, recall another occasion when he picked me up… Said he remembers where I live… I should take his private number for faster service.. And told me I’m beautiful and he would like to go out together sometime.

About a year or two ago, my girlfriend and I were downtown trying to get back to Richmond. When we finally hailed a cab and started to get in and tell him where we were going, he started driving away. He sped off, luckily I was just stepping in and didn’t get injured. He refused to take us that far. It was yellow cab. Unfortunately it all happened so fast I wasn’t able to identify the cab #.

One driver parked his car outside my house and got out and asked me for a hug, haven’t used Mcreedy Cabs since
A taxi driver ask me if I lived on my own when he dropped me off
One cab driver asked me if I had a boyfriend or if I was married and if not, he would be happy to keep me warm.
A taxi driver told me he recognizes me from picking me up from work and told me exactly where I lived.

After a girls night out, I jumped into a cab in front of the Roxy. I was in and out of it, kept falling asleep, everytime I felt the cab stop I would open my eyes thinking we had arrived at my place in the Westend. The next time I opened my eyes, we were deep inside Stanley park, at some look out. I realized what was going on before he had a chance to do anything and I just screamed and screamed that I would call the cops if he didn’t bring me home right away. He quickly turned the car back on, drove me home. I was fully alert at this point. I only had my creditcard and his meter was off, so he told me he’d come inside with me, so I could get some cash to pay him. I told him if he wanted to get killed by my husband for attempted rape then feel free to come into my home, he sped off so fast he nearly ran over my foot. ( I didn’t have a husband, let alone boyfriend at the time)

These are a few of many every day experiences women face in our city when dealing with some taxi drivers, I invite you, to share your stories in comments below. Let us all be aware of how to keep safe, even when we think we are safe we may not be. Big thank you to KJM for your input and help on the article.

Bartender Rants: The most annoying pickup line I get

Published by princessriccia

Bartending at a nightclub on the weekends, every shift without fail I get ear fed with close to 100 pick up lines. All lame, some more inappropriate than others.
A few recent examples are

“ You look like a porn star, I love porn stars” (I was wearing a long sleeve top and jeans with my Js and he wasn’t talking about Porn Star shooters)
“You a bad girl? You look like a bad girl with all those tattoos” ( 1 of 50 other tattoo related pickups)
“Is that real?!!!” (In reference to my behind and usually my breasts as well)
“I’ll get a glass of water, and your number”
Me “ what can I get for you” Him “ what would I call a taste of you”
“What are you doing after work?”-“Sleeping”-“Sleeping with me?”

These are only a few of many, I deal with plenty of drunk dumb dumbs all night and it really doesn’t phase me, sometimes it makes me laugh. Most of the time I just pretend I don’t hear it and wonder how your mothers would react to hearing you say some of the things you say to women you know nothing about.

This year marks my 8^th year of bartending and final year of bartending. Without fail recently, every shift I hear this one line, which actually makes me really frustrated; to the point that I will actually say something if the dude won’t let go of the topic.

They always start off with telling me how nice I am (thank you, I take pride in being a kind person) then they always continue with, “ Why are you a bartender, you are too pretty to be working at a bar”

SERIOUSLY?

Pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to work at a nightclub as a bartender if I wasn’t a personable and good-looking human being.

Here are my points in response to any of you guys who think that saying this to a female bartender is a good pickup line or compliment

I do this job for extra cash, I in fact do have a “REAL” job (I put quotations here because those of you who do not think that bartending is a real job, please give your head a shake. It’s extremely exhausting to be a good bartender, you have to be personable, extremely fast and deal with so much shit from sexual harassment to nearly getting vomited on, to being threatened, it’s not even funny)
You DO NOT KNOW ME, I could be the dumbest bitch on the block and that’s why I work at a bar
I am a bartender because I chose to be, my life, my choice, why are you questioning my decisions, again, YOU DO NOT KNOW ME
To work in the nightlife industry you have to be remotely good-looking
Are you saying that because someone is good-looking they deserve a “better” job? I’m confused by the statement because that’s not very fair for people who worked hard, going to school for 15 years plus to be a doctor and maybe they aren’t pretty in your books but I don’t deserve the job to perform your surgery just because you like my ass.

Next time you feel like complimenting your bartender, try something genuine, like:

You have fantastic style
I like your (appropriate feature like eyes etc)
Get to know her (if she’s not to busy), find a mutual interest and go on that

It’s really easy to be a gentleman and it’ll get you a lot more pussy than being a complete fucktard.

Give it a try sometime.

Diva on a dime

Published by princessriccia

Who doesn’t enjoy rocking that staple designer bag or accessory, to tie your outfit together and show you respect the art of fashion or current trends?
Realistically, who can actually afford updating these accessories that usually run from $250-$4000 on a regular basis. I’m guessing the numbers would be around 3% of the population in this city.

That’s why I’ve started seeking out where to find designer goods at a fraction of the price. New, gently used and 100 % authentic.

Today we start with two of my favorites

#1 HAUTELOOK

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Acquired by Nordstrom in March 2011, HauteLook is a place where you’ll discover thousands of the top fashion and lifestyle brands at amazing savings. Each day at 8 AM Pacific, shop new sale events featuring the best names in women’s and men’s fashion and accessories, beauty, kids’ apparel and toys, and home décor at up to 75% off. Membership is free and everyone is welcome.”

Now I swear by this site, it’s great, you can also link over to the Nordstrom rack page on the app and site and buy online from there and have it shipped to you in Canada or pretty much where ever. You can only view products and sale items if you are a member, sign up here http://www.hautelook.com/short/1Nrrv

Upsides:

• Tons of designer goods released daily, twice a day at 8 am & 1pm (pacific)
• Brands stay on there for about a week and randomly re-release the same brands
• Easy to use site and mobile app
• Membership perks, get your friends to sign up, receive purchasing credits
• Ability to shop at the nordstroms rack store as well and have items shipped to you from around the world
• Amazing customer service, quick response
• Many items I haven’t seen in store before

Downsides:

• Sometimes items are one offs, for example I purchased a pair of JBrand jeans and they didn’t fit me what so ever (Jbrand is my go to)
• Shipping can take awhile because some of the items are sent directly from the designers warehouses and not the Hautelook warehouses
• Some shipping for household items are restricted to only the USA but I have a few friends in Canada who say they still order when it says it won’t ship and they always get their items. (Best to just order than call Hautelook support to confirm after, worst case you get a refund/store credit)
• Limited sizes and you get timed on having the purchase in your checkout

Signup here http://www.hautelook.com/short/1Nrrv

#2 BUYFROMJENNA / WISHMELUX – Instagram accounts

Vancouver based, this womans instagram accounts are not only inspirational as she is a role model for other woman and girls living with alopecia but also complete eye candy with all the beautiful designer goodies she sells on the regular. Her posts of her walk in closet are to die for.

@BUYFROMJENNA
Offers gently used designer consignment 100% authentic
You can email buyfromjenna@gmail.com to buy or sell your items with her.

@WISHMELUX
Boutique shop, you can purchase items online at http://www.wishmelux.squarespace.com
She ships worldwide

Ladies guide to proper bathroom etiquette

Published by princessriccia

Ladies guide to proper bathroom etiquette

I feel as if there should be some rules in regards to a certain standard we should uphold to as women while using a public restroom.

Have you noticed at nightclubs, restaurants; really anywhere with bathrooms how much messier the women’s restroom is than the men’s? (Yes I’ve stuck my head into many men’s bathrooms, and snuck into a few to use if the ladies bathroom at the club has a 15 min line up.

Here are a few things that I think could be confronted and changed, small things everyone can do while using a public restroom to make it a pleasant experience for everyone having their “alone time” and things that we can all do to help make sure the next lady in there doesn’t want to gag….

From the moment you enter:

DO NOT enter with anything along the lines of “It stinks in here, what’s that smell, EW”
– Duh, it stinks, it’s the bathroom, where I ran to because last nights curry dinner didn’t sit well with this mornings double espresso…. I’ve noticed women usually only say this when they are in the bathroom with their friends, but imagine being that poor chick on the toilet already sitting there beet red in the face because she’s horrified she had to use the public bathroom so she didn’t have to crap her pants at her desk.

Choosing a stall is hard isn’t it? *insert sarcasm. I seriously don’t get it… There are 6 stalls in total, one other person using a toilet. WHY do you chose the one RIGHT beside that person trying to pee and not be shy about a little fart slipping out. The only excuse I would find relatively reasonable to this is if all the other stalls are disgusting, which leads to…

Wiping the seat down before and after has been my routine since forever. I remember seeing an Oprah episode where she had scientists talking about bathrooms and how clean they are, pee is sterile, sit your ass down or hover slightly sure but please if you hover and pee all over the seat and floor like a race horse, please take two seconds and a bundle of toilet paper and wipe that crap off. It’s gross and you’re being disrespectful to the person who would rather not have to wipe your pee off their pants. I wipe before for peace of mind, and I wipe after to be polite, simple as that.

Washing your hands is important, do it, brushing your teeth, doing your make up, fixing your hair, are all important things too, but if there are two sides of mirrors, let the girl doing her makeup on one side do exactly that, don’t need to wash your hands right next to her, possibly splash her and also watch her awkwardly, its weird.

Its also weird when you peek through the toilet door crack

So remember, give space, clean up after yourself, don’t leave your bloody tampon in the toilet (not that hard to double check before you leave the stall) or your dirty pad stuck to the ground.