like a champ.

Since society has changed the rules of dating, the game is full of different levels and different rounds.  So how do you know you know who is up in score?  How do you know if that phone call put him/her in the lead , or if that lingering stare effed your score card up?

Especially because the world has turned dating upside down in the last 20 years, woman like to associate themselves with men tendencies.  I have countless friends who act based off of their ego before they even acknowledge their emotions.  You don't believe me?  Most people don't, which is why they are always underestimated.

So what about the rules in a relationship of casual sex?  In a fuck buddy relationship?  Are there even rules?
How do you decipher how you are supposed to act and what rules you are to follow when there isn't just DATING vs not dating relationships anymore? There is so much to consider depending on where you let your cards lay.  It turns into who is going to be the winner at the end. That is what matters most if there is not going to be titles involved. Since you have began a relationship off with faulty promises and unreal guidelines, there is going to be a dead end in that tunnel.  The only thing that will matter for your ego's sake, is who who reaches the wall first and who comes in last.

My friend started a casual sex relationship recently.  Honestly, perfect for her. No one to answer to, yet someone to put her to sleep and relieve some stress whenever she needed it. Their relationship was on the same level, he wanted just as much as she did so there was no need for change. Dream come true for a lot of people these days.  No drama, no fights, no obligations.  Just small talks, sex, and occasionally drunken phone calls.

It wasn't until an unannounced drop in to his house revealed other women variables and changed up the game.  As women, we mentally claim territory and so of course another snatch in my territory would make me question my decisions as well.  Just because the relationship had no ties, doesn't mean anyone wants to be reminded that you may be sharing with strangers.  She decided that she wanted to discuss altering the agreement to a monogamous status.  I know her well enough to know that this was definitely more for egotistical reasons.  
This bitch doesn't have feelings.   

How do you even start that conversation when you are the one who made the rules, the one who actually favors the no strings attached rule? I had tried to help her come up with a million different sly ways to discuss it, but her way, the move she made, took balls. Big man balls.

 A midst a midnight rendezvous, laying there butt ass naked and in his bed, she gathered up enough courage to just simply ask him to go through the rules with her in order to make adjustments and get clarification.  When a monogamous relationship was put on the table, he clarified that that was not an option for him because it was not something he wanted.

Like a champ, she agreed....  As she laid there ... naked....in his bed.... She then proceeded with their night activities, got dressed with him, and let him take her home.  
There was no scene, no cruel thoughts, no mixed emotions, and no regret of bringing up what she needed to say.

All that was there was clarity.
She just touched the wall at the dead end before him.

the boycott is over.... let me reintroduce myself...

Truth is, I was on a hiatus. 

Rosie, the wild, no sleep getting, weekend partying, super liver having, same make up from last night wearing, high heels all day everyday wearing, Rosie.  

She had to take a leave of absence. Retire. Hang up those heels.

Honestly, it was PROBABLY to recuperate and rebuild for goodness sake.

So I boycotted my blog.

I didn't want to lose the her that I was.

I knew that she was the me I liked, the me I related to, the me that... was ME. 
The voice of my bubble.

But that old me had partied herself out, she had run herself down, and she had honestly and completely lost her energy and her writing inspirations. 26 will definitely be the year I can say I had a lifestyle change.  It brought me to a certain serene state in life where I had to figure out which path I was going to hop on, which parts of me I was going to take, and which parts I was going to retire.

So, I retired Patron 3 nights a week, and Drais, and Hollywood nights, and not sleeping in my own bed, and partying on weekdays, and a whole lot of other things that trust me, I was way sad about.  Yet, I know I could not handle all of that  anymore.  All parts of me, body, mind, and soul, had been completely over worked.  My body was exhausted.  My mind was too worn to function.  And my soul was elated as always, but over it.  

Sure, when the Hamptons come into town, when I am in Seattle or Chicago, when its someones birthday, when RICK ROZAY sends me a car to go function, or when any special occasion arises, I will find my wings again for a short period of time.  But, I like that I can be happy with wine nights and book club, classy nights, home by 1am nights, and a lot of family time. I love where I am at right now. I would take my girls, good reads, my bf, and netflix ANY DAY over blurred nights and blistered feet.

Does that make me a different person?

YES

Does it mean I am not the same Rosie?

NO

Just means I'm gonna keep it classy....

ooOOOohHhh she RATCHET....

RATCHET.

First of all this is a tool people.  The real life definition refers to a tool.

But for some odd reason, we have invented a new definition of this word and it has become the newest way to describe the skankiest, sluttiest, loud, ghetto girl you know.  My friend asked me to define the word for him in my own terms, and those words were as close to a definition as I could get... So I went to Urban Dictionary to retrieve the proper, and most correct definition.  Read as follows:

A diva, mostly from urban cities and ghettos, that has reason to believe she is every mans eye candy. Unfortunately, she's wrong. Typical signs to beware of include, but are not limited to: -owning a Blackberry -BLARES anything by Drake, 2Chainz, Nicki Minaj, Gucci Mane, Waka Flocka, Lil Wayne, T-Pain, Cali Swag District, or any other garbage entertainment rapper -rowdily quotes "lyrics" from aforementioned artists -has a weave reminiscent of a bird's nest after a tempest hit the tree it was in, and is dyed at least thrice -wears torn leggings/stalkings (mostly of the fishnet variety), unpolished 8" heels (or higher, depending on how God-awful they look), fitted jean jackets (to accent the blubber 'round their arms and stomach), and 4 layers of caked on make-up to go clubbing -repeatedly use ludicrous terms such as "YOLO", "swag", "boost", "beaking", "doe", "really", "naw", "actually", "twerk", "coaster", "dagga", etc., to make a valid statement when they speak -have side bangs, despite having incredibly small-ass foreheads to support them -are commonly overweight and are mind-numbingly stupid; a safe assumption to make would be saying they're uneducated (as if they could pass the 4th grade)    Honestly, lol, this is ON POINT.  But diva? Bitch please. Divas are supposed to be full of themselves..... BECAUSE real life divas are drop dead gorgeous, accomplished, and intelligent.  Not any of the above. Doesn't this definition make you re evaluate some of the girls you know or see around?   It forces you to associate clothing choices and attitudes with certain images.   Now I need everyone to understand, Ratchetness is not something to be proud of.  I repeat, DO NOT parade around claiming "you are a Ratchet," you want to "go out and GET RATCHET," or that you "want to find a RATCHET outfit."  It is not cute, and actually you should probably be embarrassed. Here are the only times I think it is deemed semi acceptable: -When you call it out on your outfit choice or a friend's.... and then you make sure there is an outfit adjustment - When you are trying to show people a "Ratchet tendency" and how it could have been saved from that classification - When you are willing to admit it is ratchet, but you think you might be able to play it off classy rather than trashy And that last option is very difficult and ALMOST impossible. HAhaha, I should know. I sometimes have an urge to be too creative... and sometimes I get my nails done in Rachet ways with very Ratchet designs..... No bitches, those are not my nails, lol. And do not get me wrong... it is hilarious, and I can make fun of myself for it, and let my girls talk shit to me for it. But these are ONLY tendencies that I try to revive from that label.  I feel like some of the creativity in the nails HAD potential until a Ratchet went and did it to herself.  Or some of the outfits could have been so cute if they didn't always have so much going on!    This is NOT a trait that can describe me as a person.  EVER.  So please realize, that if you want to be a "diva," the real trait should describe a CLASSY woman who thinks she is BAD, and in fact IS.  A respectable woman, with self confidence, who deserves to be every man's eye candy. You should definitely leave everything else on that list out though..... because seriously, NONE of the list is classy at all, and  all the ratchness going around is starting to make us women look horrific.  And it makes me straight out uncomfortable. And all I can think in my head is "OooOoHhh she Ratchet!" so bitches, don't kill my vibe. Get it? Got it? Good. ooHhhoo they RATCHET...