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So lately I haven’t had much of a drive to do anything that I used to do.  Before Thanksgiving, I seriously kicked major bootay.  After Thanksgiving, I realized something that I hated (and still hate) about myself:  I depend on those twirpy little twats that have testosterone pumping through their veins, otherwise known as the male species.

Hello.  My name is Brittney Moore, and I have a problem… I am addicted to guys.

Now wait a second, I don’t want to send out the wrong message — I am in no way a whore.  Nope, nada, no way sir.  I stick to one man at a time and am quite the loyal girlfriend.  All I’m saying is that I never had the chance to adapt to that mystery called the single life, and I take all the blame for it.

It was my mistake… but my favorite one at that.

Do you hear Sheryl Crow in the background now?  I do… “You’re my favorite mistaaake…”

Cool beans.  First step done, now to do something about it.

There is no way that I would trade my amazing man for anyone else in this world, please understand that.  In fact, I give him full credit in almost single-handedly helping me realize my fear of being alone, or at least taking it head-on to get over it (thank God that he’s a psychology major, right?).  Just by being half a state away from me during the summer was something huge that I had to get over.

But I’m finally getting over the fact that he’s at home, and I’m stuck here… without him.

Oh cry me a river… oh, wait, I already did…

Something hit me in the face this evening when I was talking to my mom about all of this.  I realized that I didn’t have my drive anymore; nothing seemed to matter to me no matter how much of an impact it had on my life.  I didn’t care about class, work or even my own health.  I had lost that drive to stay on top and ahead of the game slowly over the course of one year… It’s amazing how much drama a few people can cause.

But, I’m over it.  I’m done, and I’m climbing back on top.  I’ve got my to-do list for the summer… and hopefully I’ll stick to it for the rest of my life.  It goes something like this:

  1. Get confidence/self-esteem back.
  2. Reach 120-130 lbs.
  3. Gain back my muscles!
  4. Figure out my major (journalism vs. graphic design)
  5. Run two miles (or three) straight.
  6. Learn to live without a guy… or at least stop being so needy for one’s attention.
  7. Go to eating all-natural/raw foods.
  8. Go without wearing make-up for a week (I know, it might have an effect on #1 but it saves time in the morning!).
  9. Learn to ride a bike in traffic.
  10. Get tan (I’m white as a ghost, dearies.).
  11. Take a fitness class (I’m feeling yoga, kickboxing, pilates, cycling…)
  12. De-stress my poor little self!

Seem reasonable?  I think so, too.  Plus, I hear guys dig self-confident women. Rawr.

I am climbing back on top.  The butt-kicking me is back, baby, and as fierce as ever!

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In the beginning, God created man.

Fast-forward to medieval times when chivalry was of the greatest attributes to manhood. Gentlemen, or knights rather, risked their lives to save their fair maidens from witches, evil emperors and the cream of the crop, dragons. Family and survival stayed at the top of their to-do list, and I imagine men loved their wives and children with all their hearts, bodies and minds.

Let’s move on now to the 1920, ’30s and ’40s when flappers and dapper young men roared along with jazz music, alcohol and great dancing. Men always put on their best attire and were basically gentlemen. They knew how to open doors for ladies, when to smoke and which fork to use. Men knew how to dance and more importantly, had a sixth sense to know what women wanted and when. Imagine the dashing gentlemen from Titanic. You know, the first-class men. Yeah, those. Nice.

Now back to the present. Somewhere over the course of the 1960s and up to the present, men forgot how to treat women. Divorce rates are soaring, rape and abuse rates are higher than before and every day more and more fatherless children are left to be raised by single mothers whose ages keep getting younger and younger by the seconds. Since when is 11 or 12 years old old enough to start a family? Why aren’t safe sex classes taught in schools, or better yet, why aren’t children being raised with better morals and values?

All of these are great questions to be asked, however, that is not the point of my blog… although it would make for a great one in the future.

No, rather, my point for composing a blog this Sunday evening is on a lighter note.

The present day man’s priorities are as follows (excuse me if this offends any male readers, as I know this is not always the case):

  1. Sports. Never EVER get between a man and his favorite sport, whether it be football, basketball, baseball, soccer, wrestling, golf or even something like billiards or poker. Or NASCAR. Take your pick. And for the ladies enduring all of the aforementioned plus other random sports I didn’t mention, God bless you and your patience.
  2. Food. From experience, never get between a man and his steak. Never. Funny personal experience with this one that still baffles me… He grilled a steak in the rain. IN THE RAIN. However, he failed to willingly help me load my car when I had to go back to school the same afternoon.  No, he’ll never live that one down.
  3. Vehicles. Once a man has met a Mustang girls, just forget about it.
  4. Dare I say it? You know what I’m talking about, perhaps. It’s too racy for my blogs, but even the purest of man thinks of this one from time to time.

Gone are the “honeymoon” stages of relationships where the man willingly opens doors for ladies, remembers to pamper his significant other from time to time and is willing to give up a sporting event to go on a date with a beautiful gal. Men just don’t understand what women want anymore these days, or at least it feels like it.

Rest in peace, chivalry. May we meet again someday.

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