I can tolerate a lot of people. And I can tolerate a lot of actions from people who I encounter.
But by far, the worst type of people who wander into my universe are those individuals who many may refer to as “cock blockers”.
In case you’ve been asleep under a rock for the past century, I’ll explain the concept to you. A cock blocker can be described in a few ways, but for this blog post, this is the description. He or she is a person who, basically, interrupts another person when that person is in the middle of holding a conversation, getting to know someone, or is in the midst of connecting romantically with another. A cock blocker’s main goal is to connect with the person already being pursued by a competitor, in the hopes that they will get in there and make some leeway first.
I really dislike a person who does this. They are not only rude and disrespectful, but they are just plain fake. And the worst ones are the cock blockers who actually try to play it off like I’ve been friends with them for years, but they hardly even know my last name.
Now I don’t care for these individuals. But Miss Bernadine, now she just tries her best to not slap them across the face, all the while with a smile. There are just too many out there, and they need to stop – IMMEDIATELY!
I think cock blockers are just desperate. They don’t really have a lot of self esteem if they need to redeem their insecurities by proving they have the capability of snatching another’s intended catch. What gets into these individuals? Why do they have this innate need to one-up another person?
And hell, don’t let them see you talking closely with a newbie, someone who is pretty new to the scene … they will descend on you and that prey like freaking vultures! They don’t even pull you aside for two seconds and make sure you aren’t interested; the cock blocker is interested, and that’s all they care about. Screw any sort of friendship they might have with you; with cock blockers, it’s every man and woman for themselves.
And you can see them coming from a mile away. When a person who rarely speaks to you makes a beeline over to you, and you are already conversing with a good looking person, chances are their intentions are clear as a Saran wrap – they want what you are trying to have.
So now, I’m putting this out there so Miss Bernadine’s intentions are clear. If you are a cock blocker, or plan to be a cock blocker in my presence, you will be called out and embarrassed. I’m not even going to pull you aside and do it; you will get the treatment out in the open, in front of everyone. You will be called out as a cock blocker (in addition to other terms that I’m not going to use in print), and there will be no apology!
My parents brought me up so that I have some sort of class, charm and respect. And I try my damndest to show that to everyone I meet and know. But trust, Mr. or Ms. Cock blocker, if your parents didn’t bring you up that way and you insist on showing me and others disrespect, those lessons I learned growing up will be tossed right out the window when dealing with you.
This has always been a problem with a number of individuals in the LGBTQ community, and I have no idea why. Can someone explain this to me? Is there that much competition out there that you must hoard in like a vulture picking off prey in the night? Have you no home training? Were you raised by wolves?
Speaking to a few people, I’m glad that these individuals don’t just irritate me; it irritates, bewilders and angers many others.
Now cock blockers, I’m not saying you have to like me or respect me. Hell, you don’t have to like or respect any of my brothers and sisters in the community. But I just ask one thing of you – show at least a sliver of respect for yourself, because you are looking desperate, overly-horny, and to top it off, you are getting a bad reputation and friends won’t want to bring others around you, thus losing friends in the process.
Take my advice or ignore it. The choice is totally up to you. But steer clear of Miss Bernadine; she’s had enough.
Sorry if it seems like this angers me more than other things, but I just can't tolerate some things, no matter how hard I try. I'm working on it, but just like the rest of the population, I'm a work in progress.
