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Why Women Cheat and Why I Hate Holidays

Wow, so it’s Saturday and a lot’s happened today. The first thing is that I actually got out of my bed. Applause everyone, I’m a champion sleeper and it takes a lot. The second thing that happened was I drank my coffee.

Honestly though, I figured out this podcasting bullshit, and now I’m happy as a toothpick in an olive floating in a martini.  I actually meant to blog about the subject of why women cheat, days ago, but I was a lazy bastard so that didn’t happen, then I got busy doing what I do best…. If you don’t know what that is then you should probably read my initial post and about me section and then send me a tribute for your insolence.

But now that I’ve got time and have had a pretty fucking spectacular week, I can address the whole why women cheat thing and what brought this up.

I read an article online about a guy who conducted an experiment on a rather well known “cheating hook up” site, to find out why women cheat. The biggest complaint he heard from women is either A. their husbands were inattentive and B. their relationships lacked a very important factor: Passion.

Some other various complaints also included a lack of spontaneity on the part of the hubsters, lack of romanticness, and here’s the real kicker: A lot of the things women complained about, were things their husbands USED to do before they got married. Once the ring was on the finger and the vows had been uttered, all the romantic, spontaneous, acrobatic sexual activities, all ceased to exist.

I know some married men complain about their wives losing interest in sex, but in this case the women want sex among other things, and weren’t getting it. They also wanted romance, excitement, and companionship – someone to talk to, all things that I personally think should be part of a healthy marriage, all missing. How tragic! And all of these things are keys to a happy marriage, honestly.

Some of the most happily married couples I’ve ever seen, are the ones who still act like they’re dating; husbands who still surprise their wives with a night out on the town or a dinner for two, or go out for lunch together for no reason, and they still have great sex.

So with all that said, why do I think women cheat? Well, for all the reasons aforementioned, and a few others that haven’t been addressed. One of them is up high on my personal experiences list:

Men who are too controlling.

When I was younger I had a pattern of dating guys who wanted to control me and treat me like I was their property. Which basically meant I had to tell them where I was going, what I was wearing, etc. etc. And uh… how can I put this… I’m not the type of girl that follows directions well, and I’m not the type of girl who likes any galactic jackass telling her what to do, or acting like her father, or acting like he owns her.

A lot of times what would happen is I would just go out without telling them where I was going, with who, and what I was wearing, because I knew they’d bitch about it if I did. About the girlfriend dress code nonsense: I’m a sexy beast, I like wearing provocative clothing, and I think it’s a woman’s prerogative to wear whatever the hell she goddamn well pleases, and her boyfriend or husband should be secure enough in his fucking cojones to handle having a sexy, attractive girlfriend or wife.  Plus.. if when you met me I was dressing like a brazen hussy, then you shouldn’t try to change any woman and tell her she can’t dress how she wants because she belongs to you now.

I’d likely just laugh at you, and continue doing whatever the fuck I wanted. Worse yet you’d end up single.

So what ended up happening is I did what I wanted anyway. No, I wasn’t going out and picking up other guys, I was just out with my girlfriends having fun. But as time passed, I got tired of being treated like a piece of property, and on two separate occasions with two different relationships, I ended up cheating.

The men I cheated with didn’t give a fuck what I wore, or who I went out with, or who I spent my time with, and knew I had someone in my life. Nevertheless those relationships didn’t last. Not because I got caught – I didn’t – but because I finally just had enough and told them to kick rocks. So for me, cheating wasn’t about lack of romance or attention, it was about having my freedom and not having some exacerbating fucktoad try to run my life for me.

So there you have it guys, if you’re too controlling, or try to be, your lady love will either leave you, or cheat on you, or both. No one likes an overly jealous, controlling man or woman. Furthermore I think it’s very healthy for people in relationships to have time to themselves, and do things that DON’T involve sitting up underneath each other and twiddling their thumbs. Now if you are lovey dovey and enjoy each other 24/7 and it’s working for you, then fine, keep on doing what works for you.

But if you’re getting tired of your partners shit, might be time for a break. After all absence makes the heart grow fonder. In my case when one of my exes broke up with me I was so happy I went out and banged some dude I just met, the very next day. Then he tried to get back together with me when he realized, that by breaking up with me he couldn’t control or have any say in my life anymore…. not that he had any to begin with.

Honestly I’m rather cynical now about relationships. I enjoy keeping men as pets, more so than boyfies or hubbies. But if I ever do venture into the land of relays again, I’m aware of all the red flags that I ignored when I was younger. That and my mate would have to know and understand that women are not property. Ring or no ring, she’s a woman… not a fucking object. It’s been a while since any man has impressed me to the point of interest. A lot of men THINK they’re a good catch, and love tooting their own horn, but I’m a woman who can literally read a man in less than 10 seconds and tell if he’s full of shit or not.

Another thing that annoys me is the “how come you’re single? why hasn’t someone snatched you up by now?”

Well for one I’m single by choice. Two if you snatch anything on my person you will wake up in the hospital receiving a pint of blood and missing a few fingers, possibly an entire hand. I don’t feel the need to “be” with anyone, because I’m rather introverted and I enjoy being by myself. Too many people in my space and I turn into Mary the Maenad and there’s blood all over the walls.  I have noticed, though, that a lot more men are looking to settle down, and a lot less women want to be bothered with them. The very first thing you need to be aware of is that if you approach me with the angle of staking your claim, you will be sadly disappointed. Again… Savannah is not anyone’s property. Get that through your thick skull and greatly reduce the risk of getting maced.

So there you have it, my reasons for cheating, and my being in agreement with why married women cheat on their boring assed husbands. You should also know that I really don’t condone cheating. I think it’s better just to be happy, and sometimes happiness means cutting the strings. Something I’ve learned, from my many mistakes. Now my views on relationships in general is another story entirely and I’m not going to get into that here, but I personally think marriage is for suckers, and relationships in their entirety are a joke. If I ever meet prince charming I might change my mind about that, but for now I’m quite happy being a single woman.

I also don’t believe in the baby Jesus. OH NO! Here come the angry townspeople to burn this fucking salacious whore at the stake!

Now if you’ve read any of the above and you’re offended by my bluntness on the matter, please don’t bother sending me hate mail. Hate mail only makes me laugh. Pull up your panties and be a man, okay? Some of you actually might like that.

Moving on! Why do I hate holidays? Well let’s see, because Monday is memorial day and the banks will be closed, and so will the post office, so guess who’s not going to get the orders she placed until Tuesday, along with a nice fat check thanks to one of my sissytastic callers?  Yeah that’s right…. me.

If I’d remembered I would have gone online shopping earlier in the week, but alas that didn’t happen. So in the meantime, I am taking calls, so if you want to speak to yours truly I will be available this weekend, and on Monday, Memorial Day, if your cock is twitching or you just need a chat.  See you on the flipside, crack heads!

I swear I’m gonna put my podcast up here soon okay?

Savannah Ginger Anything Goes Phonesex

I’ve been thinking about it, a lot, like… what do you guys want to hear me talk about? I’m open to suggestions on my first phonesex podcast.

Anyway did anyone watch the Oscars? I didn’t but I saw a lot of posts on tumblr about Lupita Nyong’o winning and I am overjoyed for her. I think she’s amazingly talented and gorgeous. You know who else I like? Jennifer Lawrence, she’s so adorable, honestly I’d like to put both the aforementioned ladies in a sandwich and go to town. I’m such a filthy animal.

Or it could be that I’m just naturally horny, too. 😉 Like my photo? My wicked stare? Send me a tribute and maybe I’ll send you an uncensored version of me, spread out like a naughty brunette buffet. Muff diving’s good for you, boys… and ladies too.

Anyway fuckers…. call me! I’d love to hear from you…

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Adorn Me

Hi guys, just testing a few things out. Like my ability to play DJ on my blog. The above song is Adorn by Miguel and it’s one of my favorite songs ever. I hope you like R&B, and if you don’t that’s just too fucking bad, okay?

I love music, and outside of all things humorous it’s the other thing that keeps me sane, that and dancing my ass off.  And speaking of ass, just had a fun shemale call, plugging away some horny guy’s magical butthole. One of my other favorite things. I use that word a lot… magical. Don’t judge me, I’m still waiting for the caffeine to kick in. Catch you soon!