History of the Flingstress


Things you should know about me:

My name is Jamie Wise and I’m 29 years old. I live in Washington, DC, one of the best cities in the world. 4 months ago my boyfriend of 3.5 years proposed to me in Ashville, North Carolina. 3 months ago, the man I thought I was going to marry quit his life. He quit his job, broke up with me and moved back in with family. This blog is the story of my newly found singledom and journey out of heartbreak. Some might classify what I'm doing as a "manpage". I wouldn't disagree.

I meet people everywhere. My friends don’t understand how it happens and that every story starts with “I met this guy…” and usually ends with “and then we made out.” By no means am I spectacular looking – I’m a solid 7 and possibly an 8 after 3 beers. I’m just open and friendly – it’s the Midwestern in me. I’m from Ohio and thus can talk and will talk to anyone.

I don’t believe in one night stands or casual sex. Why? It’s funny. It has nothing to do with morals. It’s pure greed. That’s right. I’m greedy. I want mine. What incentive does a man have to make sure the woman feels good if it’s a one night stand? NONE. So I’ve been labeled a tease. And I’m fine with that. I respect myself and my body too much to care. Sorry I’m not sorry, fellas.

One last thing. The name of this blog: Flingstress. Recently on a trip to visit my sister in Oregon, we had dinner with friends of hers and their children. After telling numerous dating stories the 16 year old son looked at me with wide eyes and exasperatingly said:“What are you? Some kind of flingstress?” Yes, apparently, that’s exactly what I am. Thanks, Braunamere.

Seriously the last thing. I will change the names to protect the men I write about. It’s not my intent to hurt anyone’s feelings or talk shit about them, so please don’t be offended. It isn't you, it’s me. Well let's be honest: it actually IS you.

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