“Now it’s gone to deep/You wake me in my sleep/My dreams become nightmares/’Cause you’re ringing in my ears” – No Doubt, “Spiderwebs”

Jay-Z once said that 30 is the new 20 (maybe in not such proper English, but he said it!). Lately, I’ve been feeling like 28 is the new 12. Or 10.
Childish behavior is suddenly all the rage. And not that cute sh*t either. Childish behavior as in full out temper tantrums. Yes. Grown men are throwing temper tantrums. Side note: Diddy, please bring back the “No Bitchassness” t-shirts. Some men seem to have forgotten there’s a ban. And I’m not talking little temper tantrums. I’m talking whining, yelling, screaming, pretty sure they’re stomping around temper tantrums. Straight “terrible twos” style.
I am unmoved.
I’ve never been moved by whining and the such. In fact, a temper tantrum is a surefire way to get me to do exactly the opposite of whatever it is you want me to do so badly. It may be because I’m the oldest child. Or because my parents are unmoved by such shenanigans. Irregardless (yeah, I said it) it doesn’t move me. It doesn’t touch my soul or tug on my heart strings. It just annoys me. Point blank. Period. Dot.
Someone should give these men out here the memo.
Now, we all know that I’m a sucker for certain characteristics in a man. I’m a sucker for men of a certain fraternity. Broad shoulders. Cocky attitudes. And, New York accents. A particular New Yorker has been keeping my attention lately. Another side note: No, not THAT New Yorker if anybody reading this knows who I’m talking about. So anyway, this New Yorker (who doesn’t get a nickname because, well, he throws tantrums) has an attitude in the WORST way – which of course means I love it! Really straight-forward, to the point, cocky and sexy all rolled into one. I enjoy hanging out with him. But, he doesn’t take it very well when I have other plans. And, well, lately, I’ve had plans. Lots of them. I’m making a more conscious effort to do the things that I want to do. And to NOT do the things that I don’t want to do. And really, that’s the more important thing here.
So, unfortunately for him – I have plans. And when I didn’t have plans I didn’t want new ones. So this past weekend when he asked if I wanted to get together on Sunday I said “no.” He asked “why not?” I said, “because I don’t feel like it.” Which I didn’t. I wanted to stay in and mind my own damn business. There is no rule that says I have to be around people twenty-four hours a day seven days a week. And if there were a rule that said that it’d be stupid. Quite frankly, I enjoy my solitude.
He, on the other hand, does not enjoy my solitude. After hanging up on me (which, what 28 year old does that? Really?). He proceeded to text me. I ignored them. Then he called me . . . like five times in a row. Um what? The last time he left a voicemail with enough profanity to make the drunkest of sailors blush.
How old are you again? What year is it? Has this approach been effective in the past? Who exactly did you think you were talking to? Is stoopid tattooed on my forehead?
Do I look moved to you? Oh right, you can’t see me. Well, I’m unmoved by your temper tantrum. And so I told him. That is was ineffective, childish, and the ultimate turn off. I then told him that, quite frankly, if this is the approach he takes when he doesn’t get his way then I am not interested in seeing him anymore.
Then I told him to lose my phone number.
Second guy this week.
So, what do you guys think? Am I the only one who is encountering temper tantrums? What’s up with that? And why do grown ass men think they’ll work? You know the drill . . .
Signed,
I’m Moved By A Lot of Things But Not That Barbie

So, the other night D-Magic reprimanded me for ranting a lot on my blog lately. 
I’m not saying that break-ups don’t completely suck.
Sistergirlfriend welcomed her little bundle of joy into the world on Monday September 14. 
