Law of Attraction: Thanks but no thanks.

The Universal Laws of Attraction can be boiled down to the idea that "thoughts influence chance."  It is the idea that perhaps what you focus on is what you will attract into your world.  Think negative thoughts, receive negative results.  Focus on your debt and the things you don't have, and that is all that will manifest.  Allow your mind to be filled with porn-worthy thoughts...well you get it.
(If by chance you are among the majority of population with limited common sense and don't get it...I could give you 1000 links for your own research about this concept, but google it for fucks sake!)

Why is it that some men assume that since a lady is in fact a freak, regardless if they happen to know if first hand or no, that they can just send unsolicited texts and/or picture mail?  Ugh.  It is generally easy to tell upon a few convos with me that I am a profound lover of sex.  BUT...um ew??

So I just wanted to drop a line with a guy who I haven't seen or spoken to in quite a while.  He was kind of a fantasy one nighter I had a few years ago.  A big, strapping sexy construction worker who frequently gave me the google eyes.  He probably wasn't even worth the casual hi, but I saw his number in my phone and decided that I would say whats up before I deleted it.
"Hey, remember me?  Just wanted to say hi...hope all is well."

"Of course!  How could I forget my sexy, half-jewish girl?  How the heck ya been babe?"

...shoot the breeze I'm good, hes good yadda yadda yadda...

NEW PIC MAIL...open...see picture of big cock with the caption "want some?"...close phone with a giggle.  Do not give reply.

30 mins later..."Hey where you go?  You like?  Cmon, don't be like that.  I know you got that bunny in ya."
Ew.  No fuckin comment.
Note to self...one nighters are just that.  No need to reconnect.  

Later in the day...


Trouble texts me.  (That is actually the name he introduced himself as...when I met him I immediately thought "RUN").  I met him a lil while back...and after it became apparent he is wife shopping, with little to offer, and his lack of confidence as well as an apparent likely hood that he is crazy possessive...I just stopped chatting with him. And so glad I never gave him some of my platinum; he would probably be stalking me by now.

"Hey how ya been girl?  Miss ya.." How could you possibly miss me, you never HAD me?!?

"Busy."


"Ok, just wanted to give you something to think about"...(and here it goes, verbatim)..."Think of my licking and nibbling every inch of your body.  From your lips to your neck, to your nipples, and then from top to bottom of your juicy pussy.  Ever since I met you, I can't stop thinking about how bad I want to fuck you."
Motherfucker, you will never get that opportunity, but dream all you want.

Although opening these texts did make my classes a little more interesting, thanks but no thanks.  Yuk.  His contact ID in my phone is now 'No Thanks.'

Do you think perhaps that it is my hot-assness that is to blame for meeting just fuckable dudes rather than encountering Mr. Right?  I am a true believer that Mr. Right will come along when I am ready for him...and have all the necessary sexual experience and know-how to keep him satisfied, on a moderately tight leash, and away from Miss New Booty.

I am not ready for Mr. Right for other reasons...

So I'm also thinking that perhaps it was my recalling the previous night's sexcapade that vibrated the universe in such a way that these guys had the urge attract themselves to me. I am purging my thoughts of sexual thoughts for now.  My new focus for the next couple of days will be acing theses final exams, acquiring an abundant cash flow, and losing 50lbs...some checks in my mail box would be nice, along with some UPS packages at my doorstep...maybe even containing a new vibrator!  Oh shit, here I go.  Wish me luck.