RITA G!!!!!!!

Who is the REAL Rita G?
People have asked ‘what’s the weirdest thing about you that no one would ever guess?’….hmmm, well I eat dill pickles with dry Kool-aid poured in the middle. When I bite into it – I make this face that looks like I just ate 10 lemons, but it hurts so good!! oh here's another one for you actually eat food off the floor, all the time. one time I was in Walmart sucking on a cough drop and it fell out of my mouth and landed on a piece of rug in the fruit section. I picked it right up and when I didn’t see any dirt sticking to it I put it back in my mouth. Yep, I sure did. I do this all the time and I don’t care who’s watching. Hehehe. Then another time I spilled all my skittles on the ground as I was getting in my car. I picked up every last one of them (even ones I stepped on) and put them back in the bag and ate ALL of them. WAIT! Why am I not embarrassed by this? What’s wrong with me? I think I actually feel a strange sense of pride in the fact that I ain't no super prissy/dainty/girly type-a-chick scared to break a nail and all that. I’ll catch frogs or dissect/kill bugs etc. I think I just have this devilish adventurous streak that makes me want to meet the challenge of any ‘dare’. I love doing shit in public that makes people look at each other and say ‘I know she didn’t just do that!’ One of my few ‘girly’ traits is that I am a shoe freak. I love collecting rare, retro or just cool sneakers. Also, here’s a good one…… at one time I was conducting my own little ‘case study’ in the area of shoplifting (I cant believe I am telling you this). Cuz I think it’s amazing what you can get away with when you don’t look the type, right? So I had a friend of mine who is a big bald headed Muslim brotha’ go into a store with me and I made him steal an itsy bitsy teeny weenie silver colored paper box that was only 99 cents and I put on a very expensive pair of sunglasses on my head. Needless to say my friend didn’t get the silver box cuz he was being followed by this police and so nervous he kept dropping it. Meanwhile, when the alarm sounded as I passed the little security thing by the door – nobody came. As incredulous as it may sound they just waved me out and said ‘Oh, go ahead – it’s not you’. Is that some funny shit or what?! As you can see I definitely keep myself entertained – I love hanging out with myself. I love hanging with people who love to laugh but I'm also endlessly fascinated with my own company and never feel lonely or bored when I am not around other people.
Unlike many girls who do what I do I don’t need or crave the attention or adoration of the masses in order to reassure me that I am indeed special, sexy, beautiful or worthy of being loved etc.. I find many girls doing this are seeking some sort of validation. It seems that most have endured childhood experiences or unhealthy relationship experiences that have damaged their self esteem to the point that they have a constantly need (with a capitol N) for others to acknowledge their beauty or special-ness before they think they deserve to feel beautiful or special etc.. don’t mean to preach, I guess I’ll step off my pulpit…
Another REAL life fact about me, I don’t ‘celebrate’ Christmas or any other holiday – and it’s not cuz I’m Jewish(i'm not jewish either). It’s because I am an independent thinker. I don’t accept anyone basically telling me I should do a certain thing, on a certain day, for a certain reason. That’s like telling me how to think, but since I have my own mind. I decide what’s special to me. I decide what has meaning to me, I decide IF, when or how I choose to acknowledge or ‘celebrate’ those things. Just because the whole rest of the world is doing a certain thing, a certain way – it’s not a good enough reason for me to do it that way. I don’t let TV or media tell me what is beautiful or sexy – I decide for myself what is beautiful and sexy to me. I have to reach my own conclusions based on my own evaluation of fact, research and other data including my feelings about it. Call me scientific, clinical or whatever you want – that’s just me.
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BOOTYLICIOUS
… you wanna know what one of my favorite pastimes is? I love depriving people the opportunity to look at my ass in public, is that stupid? I don’t know but I get a really big kick out of it. It’s like a game and when I am successful I feel like Shaquille O’Neal blocking an attempted dunk “GET THAT SHIT OUTTA HERE!!!!”
Most times hiding my ass is just a game I play, but my intentions are not cruel. For the most part if I see that guys are trying to be somewhat discreet, like just using their peripheral vision to take inventory just keep it moving – I do the same and keep it moving. But when guys want be all blatant and overt with they shit, and literally make me fell like ‘BITCH hurry up and turn around so I can see your ass!’ well that’s when I’mma play games. You make me feel uncomfortable, I’mma make you feel uncomfortable. You put me on the spot – I’mma put you on the muthafuckin spot…. With my pretty ASS!!! If I don’t say so myself……
WANDERING EYES WANT TO KNOW
Have you ever wondered why your girlfriend gets a fat 'tude every time a hot chick passes by and you visibly enjoy ‘the view'? It’s like landscape all around you, why can’t you appreciate the natural beauty of your surroundings without her taking it so personally?
Men typically feel it's an instinctive response to visually take inventory of a woman's 'package,' and that his girlfriend should not let her own insecurities cause her to be threatened by this. It’s easy to acknowledge that beauty and attractive features grab our attention. When we encounter those who are not so easy on the eyes we quickly avert our attention away from that person. But when what we see is rather pleasing to the eyes, our attention lingers much longer and many times is accompanied by a few lustful thoughts. For example... your waitress is taking your order - you are looking at her face but you really don’t hear her because you're picturing her beautiful full lips wrapped around your hardness, hot and wet - up and down.... You snap out of it just in time to pretend you heard the specials. A curvy cutie at the office bends over to file something in the bottom drawer and you are right there to grab her tiny waist and give it to her doggy-style; for the most gratifying three seconds ever - in your mind of course! Ever watched a woman do her yoga or palates? By the time she's finished you've fucked her in 56 different positions, right? - hope it was good for her too. He he.
FAKE TITS- EEWWWW!!!!!!!!
I cant stand when people assume my tits are fake. It's like wearing a diamond and having people insist it’s a cubic zirconium. But I’m more insulted that someone would mistake me for being that fucked up in the head with seriously misplaced values. What I hate more is when people say ‘well, that’s easy for you to say – you were blessed with perfect ones’… FUCK YOU!!!!!!! That’s awful assumptive and you don’t know anything about me. First of all, I was a VERY late bloomer – I didn’t get my period till I was17!!!!! I didn’t get a lick of chest till later that year and it was only a few mosquito bites. Most girls start getting their tits as early as 9-10 or definitely by 13 – so I went many important years past that time having already accepted I would probably not have any more tits as an adult. It took me a moment to adjust to that fact but I understood there was absolutely nothing I could do to change it. I realized I had too many other things to be thankful for and that the world was bigger than me and my little boobs. I didn’t grow up in a culture that cared too much about breast size (ASS was the main thing), so after a while I found something else to obsess over (my acne). In fact, all of my friends will tell you I was VERY skinny; almost had a boys body for most of high school. However I was so used to being so flat-chested, for so long, that I barely noticed once my tits started to fill out. They actually didn’t stop growing until I was about 22. I was still squeezing into my 32A padded bra and as it got tighter and tighter and tighter I realized ‘hey, I’m pretty medium sized now’ – until then, I would look at the 34B bra’s and think ‘I could never fill that cup’..lol…. so, my point is don’t dismiss my values as something resulting from the fact I have a great body today. I learned to accept and love my body long before i knew it was gonna look like this. In fact I didn’t get these ‘curves’ until later in my life when my metabolism finally slowed down a bit – I discovered that when I gain weight it goes straight to my tits and my ass, as long as I am working out regularly. So don’t put that perfect breast shit on me – THAT’S NOT MY HANG-UP!!!!!! I don’t care if I do or if I don’t, I will love my body as long as it is healthy – I am so much more than a pair of perfect tits. And I place a MUCH HIGHER value on my intangible attributes than I do my physical attributes which I KNOW are ONLY temporary!!. Besides most of the sexiest women in the world don’t have large breasts – some of the women that I most admire or lust after and think are sexy as HELL are barely a B-cup – a la BEYONCE or JENNIFER LOPEZ – they are sex icons and they are small breasted so where in the world does everyone get this shit where they empathize with a girl who feels it’s some kind of traumatic ‘affliction’ to NOT have double D’s????????? WHAT THE FUCK?! Bigger breasts do not cure lack of self-esteem.
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