 Let me tell you something about LGBTQ rights. It's about trends, rights. This is only going in one direction. You will respect us. You can be upset. You can be angry. You can think it's unfair. You can feel like we're stealing something from you, but it's still only going in one direction. You will respect us. Oh my God. Look at that drunk guy. Who is he? Then he is back. He proposed to me and I rejected him. Oh I see. He's still celebrating. If I could only give one relationship tip to every woman, it would be to stop interrupting your man. What I hear over and over again from my girlfriends and other women is my guy just does not share. He does not talk to me. He's so quiet. I have to pull everything out of his nose. What I'm watching so often in these cases is that the man starts saying something and the woman after like three words, oh yeah I feel the same, and then they completely take over the conversation. And the thing is that you think you're talking to a woman where this kind of style of conversation is very normal. Like you bounce the ball back and forth, you interrupt each other, it's totally fine. Like women actually liked it. But men are different. Their brains actually work differently. So for a man, it's much more important to give him lots and lots of space so that he can actually gather thoughts and sometimes you know he takes breaks. But then when you give him space, he goes actually really, really deep and starts to reveal all these deep stuff about him. But you have to give him space. So please ladies, stop interrupting your guys and then they will really share like amazing things and you can actually deeply get to know them. So you're telling me after all the texts, all the snaps, all the FaceTime calls, all the dates, all the times that I would come over there at night just to make sure you were all right. None of that made anything to you? I don't understand how the f*** you could just play me like that. Like I literally didn't do anything to you. I f***ing did everything for you. But you think it's okay? Just to f***ing cheat on me? Like I ain't f***ing sh** to you? Like what the f***? Like are you f***ing kidding me? I don't f***ing understand. So I do. She's going back to her place. Oh you want some of these? Nah, I appreciate it. But you took your panties off, threw them on the ground. I looked at them. They was white. But they had some brown spots in them. So I said, what the hell? She looked at me. She said, I ain't even gonna cap. Oh hell no. I said, uh-uh, nope. Uh-uh-uh. That's disgusting. Damn, so how'd you get back home? You had the Uber? What you mean my boy? Oh no. I got to see it through my boy. God f***ing, uh-uh-uh. All right, sex with it. If he touches you on the first date, he's not that into you. A guy who's 100% into you will be slightly scared of you on the first date. You can see the fear in his eyes. He wouldn't want to mess that up by touching you in any way. No kissing, no touching, not even on the arms. None of my boyfriends ever tried to touch me on the first date, but a lot of guys would ghost and be tried. Oh my gosh, y'all. You'll never guess where I found my boyfriend in the friend zone. Ladies, they're waiting for you. Today we tried out one of the TikTok-famous restaurants in Beverly Hills, California, El Pestillo. Started out with some Coca-Cola's and then we had the Truffle pasta. I've seen this all over social media. They gave you Truffle pasta in a Parmesan cheese wheel with lots of cream sauce and butter and let me tell you, I was in absolute heaven. This is a pasta lover's dream and it was nice and chewy. The noodles were, had a beautiful texture. If you never eat another carb in your life, you should eat this one before you make that. I got the fruit tart for dessert where I thought this would be my favorite. I gave it a date out of 10. It was really delicious, but this cream strawberry number was just, oh, 20 out of 10. Highly recommend. I just did another video I'm covering because I'm so, can I get it reported? How am I single? You know what, like, honestly? This is becoming funny, actually. I just, I don't know. I just don't like anybody. I really don't, like, I'm bored. And the only person I would have not made my boyfriend that possibly dated, just to see if I liked them like that, it has no interest in me. So I'm just like, whatever. So basically I'm just in my, in my shower taking videos for you guys. That's life, right? We lived life. Oh yeah, and I'm totally having an FU TikTok kind of day. So now I'm just gonna make a whole series of me in that tub. This is just a PSA if you're the type of guy that likes to ask women, what do you bring to the table, honey? Do not talk to me about metaphorical tables if you don't even have a real one to eat off of. We could talk about furniture when you get a bed frame. So men love to throw this question around because they think that the minute it leaves their mouth and rides the wave of their bad morning breath, they are somehow entitled to everything we have built without building anything at all. Because posting on Instagram, oh, you wanna make money doing cryptocurrency does not make you a businessman. And whose table are we referring to anyways? Because my table is stacked. My table has everything I need and you are just a guest. I will be damned if I leave my hand carved handcrafted table to go to your Facebook marketplace, $50 frat house Ikea centerpiece. So look, I do not audition. I am the role, I do not try out, I am the team and the question should not be what I can bring to the table, but is the table well made? Does the table have a good foundation or is the table always empty unless somebody has something to bring to it? Because if you want me to just come to your table and serve you what I've built, you got another thing coming. I was fortunate enough to get blessed with a man that can cut up in the kitchen, okay? So I remember texting back and forth and he asked me, you know, what am I gonna do for dinner? Well, I told him that I was probably just gonna eat some peat rolls. And this is what I get back from him. Look at that. That's his lunch slash my dinner. Because he made like six pieces of fish, tons of shrimp, rice, and green beans, plus rolls. You know, I can't deal with this man. He's so fun and he can cook. Now I'm a Mary and I swear to God I am. What time today should I remind you? Whisper, seven p. I asked her, I learned how after p. Hey, somebody come get her. She dancing like a stripper. Somebody come get her. She dancing like a stripper. Get a job. Get a job, get a job, get a job. Do not come to your lawyer's office in the middle of a divorce and say you don't wanna work because you haven't worked in a few years or 10 years or 20 years. The courts are going to expect you to work. Get a job and support yourself. You will always get more money from yourself than you will from your spouse. Sex with a 50-year-old woman is much like having sex with a 20-year-old but less likely to turn into child support payments. Yo, this video really just pissed me off, bro. I think I speak for all fathers and then somebody like me that's been paying child support for going on eight years, you can eat shit. If you need child support to survive, you don't deserve custody of that child. You got fathers out here struggling, trying to make it and then support their family that they have right now. Like I understand it takes two to make a child, but, bro, the system is designed for fathers to fail. Like if fathers don't pay their child support, what happens? We go into jail. But what do y'all got to worry about? I get free shit, I get government assistance, all this other stuff just because you had a baby. But the dads, we fucked. This ain't nothing to be happy about. In 18 years, there are 6,570 days. In 6,570 days, a father with a standard custody arrangement of four days a month, some holidays and some standard visitation time during the summer will average 68 days a year that they get to see their children overnight. Think about that. That's it. 68 days a year. 68 days a year times 18 years. It's 1,224 days. You know what that equals out to? Missing from a child's life that you don't get to spend time with your child. 14.6 years. So while you get to see them every other weekend in reality, you're missing out on almost 15 years of their lives. So when they tell the story, don't let them get it twisted. Did you really walk away? Were you really never there? Or did they just not allow you to be there from the beginning? 15 years is what they think a child can go missing from a parent being with their other parent on a standard every other weekend visitation agreement.