obsess much??

so this is my new blog, as in my first. just my random musings, my adventures as a crazy and single girl in NYC, and a way for me to vent about the ridiculous drama that happens in my life. I used to think that all of the drama in my life, save family drama of course, was really drama by proxy; that most of the crap I was dealing with was because of my friendships with drama prone people (see the history of Erikka K and associates). but I guess I have realized that drama follows everyone.

so I wanna know what the fuck is up with guys. or at least guys that I end up going out with. so this guy, I'll call him euro guy seeing as he's greek, seems to be a little obsessed or infatuated or something unnatural with me. it's not like he's a stalker or anything, just seems like he reeeally like me a little quickly. ok so he seemed nice, a little intense for my taste, but what the hell I figured I'd give him another date. little did I know he would start calling me like twice a day, and on our second date apparently considering me his "girlfriend". seriously what the fuck, strike one. then this pissed me off in so many ways, and I would have said something if I hadn't had a few cocktails. so anyone who knows me, knows I've got great boobs. they're of the jessica simpson "you can't cover those suckers up" variety. so on the date I'm wearing a button-down shirt and a camisole, so you can see my cleavage (there aren't many times when you can't), but I'm not popping out or anything. and near the end he tries to button the top button on my shirt, to cover me up. I was a little offended to say the least, and asked him if he had a problem with the way I dressed, he said no, just that he didn't "want anyone else looking at something that's mine" strike two. Are you fucking joking?!!? when did I become a posession, and one that belongs to him?! hardly. yet everything that comes out of his mouth seems more harmless because of his european accent.

and he still calls me.