#idontwantnoscrubs

[sophiahayden]

Had an amazing night celebrating not one, but two birthdays with friends! Had a couple botts of @opusonewinery at @steak44 and met some really cool people! Also found the next whip I want as a life goal. That @rollsroycecars is nummie nummie 🫦 Even though some random douchebag called me a stupid tranny out the passenger window of some ride as he left (scrub lol), I still had a good time with Divya and co!! @theadrirose I love you thank you for picking me up in a pinch! #BFF #transisbeautiful #girlslikeus #hatersgonnahate #phoenix #transfemme #idontwantnoscrubs (at Steak 44) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cli744KL4L5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[iffoundreturntosea]

August 18, Day 230/231

Day 230 2015

"Those magnificent men in their flying machines..." 🎶

#plane #flying #upandaway #clouds #blueskies #nature #outdoors #lookup #picoftheday #project365 #day230

Day 231 2016

So excited that niece is going to be a Gerard Grizzly!!

#gerardgrizzly #orange #shadesoforange #august #picoftheday #project365 #day231

Day 230 2017

These plants stepped up their game...get it? HAha

#triedtobepunny #step #stair #concrete #clover #grass #growth #flora #plants #nature #natureconquers #august #picoftheday #project365 #day230

Day 230 2018

I'd really like to hear this story!

#why #stories #mystery #found #dontbelong #somanyquestions #flipflop #toespreader #hiddencorner #mulch #deadleaves #shoes #bekind #bekindtooneanother #walkingsomeoneelsesshoes #picoftheday #project365 #day230

Day 230 2019

Just pawing through this scrubs catalog.

#leo #paw #helpfulcat #kitty #cat #furbaby #catsofinstagram #scrubs #idontwantnoscrubs #catalog #nationalmailordercatalogday #august #august18 #2019 #nationalday #nationaldaycalendar #picoftheday #project365 #day230

Day 231 2020

Back to my happy place, Galveston! The beautiful Bishop's Palace!

#galveston #bishopspalace #stonework #building #strong #architecture #august #august18 #2020 #picoftheday #project365 #day231

Day 230 2021

Just one brilliant reason I love rain!

#texas #sunset #rain #rainpuddle #clouds #reflection #water #color #nature #outdoors #august #august18 #2021 #picoftheday #project365 #day230

One of my absolute favs! The reflection is in a puddle in a parking lot!

Day 230 2022

Always so helpful 😹

#leo #kitty #cat #sohelpful #justacatbeingacat #makesmesmile #august #august18 #2022 #picoftheday #project365 #day230

Day 230 2023

Time to punch things up

#create #art #doodle #background #watercolor #august #august18 #2023 #picoftheday #project365 #day230

Day 231 2024

Right now this is my favorite time of day. When I get home and get to take my uniform off for my weekend!

#favoritetimeofday #dailytheme #kickingthoseshoesoff #itsmyweekend #august #august18 #2024 #picoftheday #project365 #day231

[aapproach]

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A master class in singing with emotion 🙏🏽😌. ••• #Repost from @iamzoie ••• #IDontWantNoScrubs #TLC https://www.instagram.com/p/B_E5mhJJZt7/?igshid=7n93uv978bnt

[iheartthedoors]

#IDontWantNoScrubs (at Ventura, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/BteMilrgpPZ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=njmdgpd5cros

[nickihiraoka]

There’s a reason I’m staying single forever.a I like taking pictures by myself. 🙃 • • • #onedayatatime #changeinwardrobe #notscrubs #idontwantnoscrubs #foreversingle #imokaywithit #lovemylife #kimpossiblevibes #longhairkindacare #needahaircut #wellnessjourney #fitnessjourney https://www.instagram.com/p/CMyAZsnLt8l/?igshid=tty7fn820a26

[paraphraze615]

When you think about it... #NoScrubs #TLC #TLCNoScrubs #IDontWantNoScrubs #AScrubIsAGuyThatCantGetNoLoveFromMe #Carpooling #WhenYouThinkAboutIt #Bruh https://www.instagram.com/p/BydBcL5A0Ze/?igshid=x87lgvkv7s6v

[biologosnarede]

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Aninhando-se em uma nova casa e procurando impressionar? Você tem muito em comum com esse tecelão ai. O macho constrói meticulosamente seu ninho para ser estruturalmente sólido e totalmente à prova d'água em antecipação a sua companheira detalhista, que testará sua perícia artesanal. Se sua residência for insignificante, ela vai embora... #Repost @sciencechannel • • • • • • Nesting into a new home and looking to impress? You have plenty in common with the Cape Weaver.🦜The male meticulously constructs his nest to be structurally sound and fully waterproof in anticipation of his auspicious mate, who will put his craftsmanship to the test. If his residence is sub-par she will pass. #IDontWantNoScrub . . . . . . #Timelapse #Science #birds #birdsnest #Tuesday #life #bird #facts #learning #didyouknow #themoreyouknow #biologosnarede #bio #biology #biologo #biologia https://www.instagram.com/p/B1tFoOoHSao/?igshid=1jz4q45vqa6wq

[chattaboxer]

Poetry.

[lajeneral-paris]

No Scrubs: A Relic of 90s Feminism or Contemporary Dating Ethos?

“If you’re just here for the sex, you could have told me earlier and saved me $200 and we could have just gone straight back to my place” my dated confided, leaning in with a conspiratorial wink. It was my first date with Tony*, and I should have listened to my gut, telling me—no, demanding – that I run in the opposite direction right then and there.

We met over tapas and downed a few bottles of Tempranillo to allay the first date awkwardness.   Having been out of the dating game for a while, I was eager to see if I still remembered the rules.  So when the bill arrived at the end of the night, I harked back to my mental rulebook.  The trite but necessary steps of the 'who pays on the first date' pas de deux quickly came flooding back to me:  bill arrives, girl dutifully reaches into wallet, lays down credit card and jauntily protests ‘I’ll get this.’ I also seemed to remember the steps that were to follow:  the opponent rebuffs with a valiant ‘No. I won’t hear of it.’  At which point, girl returns credit card securely back into wallet with a promise of  ‘next one’s on me’ to seal the second date deal.  I had been out of the game so long however, that the rules had seemingly changed on me, and I hadn’t got the memo.  Tony replied with a quick and easy ‘OK thanks,’ and my credit card was swiftly whisked away and debited for the night’s overindulgences.  I left the date $300 lighter but on the bright side, so much richer for the comedic water cooler material that night’s antics would surely provide over the days to follow.

Two years later however, my relationship with Tony ended on the same note as it began, with Tony indebted to me for over several thousands of dollars lent to him to cover business, holiday travel and rent expenses he was incapable of meeting during our time together.  At this point I should clarify that Tony wasn’t a young 20-something beginning his career.  He was nearing 40 and struggling to afford life’s most basic expenses, often sneaking in pairs of socks, light bulbs and miscellaneous personal toiletries during our many junkets to the supermarket, which I also funded, him hoping they would blend unnoticed into that night’s dinner ingredients.

But Tony isn’t alone.  He is one of a growing tribe of men who are happy to take more than they give, who have no shame in uttering the phrase ‘You’re going to have to pay for this (insert meal, cultural outing, trip to the shops, drinking occasion, here)’, who are happy to sit in the financial side car of life while their girlfriends, wives, and first dates drive and navigate dutifully through the often challenging terrain of bills, mortgages, and general expenses that form the financial freeway of daily life. Relationship parasites I call them. That’s ‘scrubs’ in TLC parlance.

*Names have been changed to protect the  financially incompetent

[isaaciscrazy]

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@tlc I feel like after all these years the floor would be clean after all this Scrubbing 🤣 #TLC #Scrub #IDontWantNoScrub #fypシ #FYP #Comedy #Funny (at Mesa, Arizona) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVbjBONjwmj/?utm_medium=tumblr

[diaoman2]

#idontwantnoscrub #tlc #scrubs #hypergamouswomen #potcallingthekettleblack https://www.instagram.com/p/CMIQi3CgPW-/?igshid=1o45l2nbldsyr

[iamreanne]

Never settle no matter how much you love someone. Settling is not LIVING! - #QuoteByReanne // #editedwithPicsArt #neversettle #neversettleforless #neversettle4less #idontwantNOScrubs #woman #man #quote #quotes #quotestags #quotesdaily #quoteoftheday #quotestoliveby #lovequotes #relationshipquotes

[goodluckkatie]

King of the Hill

Part 4

Now where were we, oh that’s right.. we were drinking a beer at 10:30 AM!

Now a few things were going through my head at this point. First being “Um, its 10:30 in the morning, is he really about to start drinking that?” Which is answered immediately as he pops the cap and nearly finishes the entire thing in one swift swig. But then I think “Well clearly he is not that broke since he was able to purchase beer on his way up here.”

He looks at me after finishing the beer and says, “You want to get up and get ready and we will head into town before the movie? You can show me around the area.”

Again, I’m confused, but that tends to be a reoccurring thing at this point. As he is opening his second beer (at 10:35am) I say “Sure.” I am still trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. He hasn’t been up to this area so showing him around seemed like a good idea. So, I got up and started getting ready.

After four beers in for him and me showered and ready to be seen in public I ask, “Do you want to eat lunch here before we leave, the movie isn’t for a few hours and we aren’t eating till after?” He says “Nah” and assures me he isn’t hungry and will be good till after the movie.

He finishes his fifth beer for the morning and we head out.

We vape our way into town like normal and I start showing him around. Not even 20 mins into town and he says, “Babe lets go eat somewhere, I’m starving. What’s good around here?” I think to myself “SURELY, if this man is bringing up lunch after I already offered to eat at home he is going to pay…Right!? He can’t possibly stick me with another tab.”

I ramble off a few places and he chooses a Mexican restaurant we are close to.

We get in and seated and start to place our orders. Low and behold, he orders a beer. At this point…I just can’t.  NO MORE BEER COUNTING!

We finish our lunch, he downs another beer and 2 mimosas, and it comes. The check. The waiter sits it at the edge of the table. At this point I know I am not reaching for it. I figure two can play this game!

Something I need to point out- I am usually a very open and verbal person. I don’t mind speaking my mind. I don’t mind making an ass out of myself when needed. I don’t mind standing up for myself and I sure as hell don’t mind telling someone when they are wrong. HOWEVER, something I have come to realize in my dating experiences the last 3 years, I am the complete opposite with men and relationships per say. I am submissive and tend to follow in line with the very old fashion roles. I find myself unable to speak in moments like this. EVERYTHING runs through my mind but to actually say it out loud does not come easy for me. I can’t stand the thought of being rude or disrespectful to that person. I can’t stand the feeling of taking that man’s balls, so to say.  I basically become a mute in these moments. (I’m working on it ladies, no judgments! Remember!)

So, with all that being said, 20 minutes pass and I can’t take it any longer. I grab the damn check, hoping he will say, “No I got this” but knowing better at this point. He says nothing. I pay for the damn food and start heading for my car not even looking to see if he is behind me.

I was furious with him. I was furious with myself. How could I have let him put me in this position and not even speak for myself? I wanted this weekend to be over with!

I drive to Walgreen's to pick up a bottle of water for the movie that was starting soon. I browse the candy aisle for a few minutes and head to the register, basically ignoring I have company with me. I set my stuff down to pay and, well you guessed it.... My little scrub (because he has officially eared that title by this point) puts his stuff down as well and starts looking around, completely obvious he is avoiding the important part of what comes next…PAYMENT! Once again… I pay.

At this point I want to throat punch myself and shove his Douche Flute down his.

As we sit down in the movie and I am fuming from all of this, he begins to tell me how excited he is to see the movie. I let out a little laugh at this point (what else can I do).

Now I won’t give any spoilers but for those of you who have seen Avengers End Game… will understand the irony of this movie and his love for Iron Man.

It was like my little small piece of karma in that moment. (Petty, I know but I was taking whatever I could get at that point.)

Three hours pass and the movie ends. I am refreshed and calmed down. We start to walk outside, and I am in no shape or form hungry. I ask him if he was still wanting to go to dinner since we had such a big lunch, and OF COURSE he says yes. I think to myself, “I AM NOT PAYING. No way shape or form am I going to allow this to happen again!”  So, with a smile on my face I agree.

Now this burger place we go to is a little different. You order as you walk in, they hand you cups, you pay and then you go get your drink and sit down. We order, the lady behind the desk hands us our cups and tells us the total. Next thing I know, this man is GONE! GONE! He had done took his cup and headed straight for the coke machine leaving me standing there with a line of people behind me. I am shocked. As I hand my card to the lady at the register I say, “I picked a real winner, didn’t I. Dumb fuck.” (Excuse the language.) She gives me a look of pity and hands me my card back.

I catch up to my scrub and we sit down. Now at this point, I am not even talking anymore. He is admiring all the beers they have available and I stare at the wall like he isn’t even in the room.

Our food arrives, and I start picking at mine. I wasn’t hardly hungry, so I didn’t get much and at this point I had lost all my appetite. He begins eating and after finishing only half of his burger, that’s right HALF, he proceeds to tell me he is full.

…………….

Do I even need to point out what is wrong with this picture? No? I didn’t think so… but I will.

This scrub insists on going out to eat again, bails on paying again, and then has the audacity to only eat HALF of the damn food?

Women have KILLED men for less than this shit! Seriously, look it up!

At this point, I just get up and start walking out. I figured maybe if I was lucky I could make it to my car before he does, and I could leave him there. But as I am getting in, my little scrub is making himself comfortable in the passenger seat.

I drive. I just drive as fast as I can home. The sooner I can separate myself from this man the better.

The entire way to my house he talks about the floods that were currently happening between his house and mine. He expresses his concern about not making it back home the next day. Even makes the comment, “I guess I can stay up here till they go down the end of next week.”

“OH HELL NAH”

A light goes off in my head. THIS IS IT. This is my chance to get rid of him TONIGHT!

Absolutely NO WAY is this man staying another night.

I eagerly say, “You should leave tonight. Yeah as soon as we get back you should leave.”

He of course has no clue why I want him to leave, he assumes I am worried about his well being. Hell NO! I am worried about him being stuck at my house! About having to support this scrub for a second longer.

As soon as we arrive to my house I am pushing him out the door. He debates and goes back and forth about leaving. I ignored everything he was saying. Can’t even honestly tell you what all he rambled off. All I was concerned about was making sure he had all of his stuff (I could not risk him leaving anything behind and him having to come back for it). I encouraged him to get on the road as fast as he could and started taking his bag to the car. Next thing I knew, I had loaded up all his belongings in his car… even his beer cooler!  I am not even sure he set down at my house between the time we arrived, and the time I had him packed!

He gets in his car.

And just like that, I watched him pull away. He was gone! And then I danced. Yep, I did a happy dance right there in my door way!

Now I know what you are thinking, “That’s it? She didn’t yell at him? She didn’t shove his douche flute down his throat?”

No, to all!

At this point I was done. I had no intentions of seeing him again however, I would like to finally share some GREAT news with everyone!

WE ARE ENGAGED!!!

………

HAHAHAHAHAHA Kidding, come on now! 

He left, and I have not seen him since.

Later that evening, he messaged me saying how much he missed me. My response was, “We need to talk about what happened this weekend, I am very upset about having to pay for everything.”

He responds with “Let’s talk about it later after I get home and settled.”

Now at this point I think speaking about it on the phone is better than in text, so I agree.

I don’t hear from him the rest of the night.

Next day comes and he hardly says two words to me.

At this point I am putting no effort in. I have fully checked out and could care less if I hear from him again.

A few days pass and he messages me randomly. He starts the conversation with asking me why I got so mad at him over something so petty. I take this opportunity to finally vent all those frustrations I have had built up. I lay everything out on the line and tell him exactly how incredibly messed up everything he did was.

His response…. That I was the most “conceited” person he had ever met.

I can’t even make this shit up! 

Now in this moment I felt that confusion again.

I say “Um…. I am not sure you understand what that word actually means but regardless I am not going argue with you. I am done. Best of luck.”

“Bye” he replies.

I felt relieved, I was finally done with this entire nightmare.

But then…..30 minutes later.

I receive another message from him. “I don’t care anyways. I have a date tonight.”

IF you could of only have seen the eye role at this point. My teenage daughter would have been like “Dayyyyyyuuummmm momma still got it!”

I respond (against my better judgement) “Clearly you still do because you are still messaging me but either way…Best of luck on that date tonight! Hope it goes great for you two.”

He then replies with “OHH it will. She lives here so I won’t have to make a 200-mile round trip to just be criticized the entire time.”

Then he sends...

And that was it ladies and gents. A 27-day streak ended with a thumbs up!

Notes to self:

1-If he pulls out a douche flute….RUN

2-If he cracks open a beer at 10:30AM…..RUN

3-If he is OKAY with letting you cover him financially…….RRRRRUUUUUUNNNN

You deserve better than a scrub….and so do I!

THE END

[camilla-rose]

Only cause this is priceless AF😂 . . . #MiNovia #Insider #NoCreepersAllowed #IDontWantNoScrub (at Guatemala City, Guatemala) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv7NMeDlGqN-o_SGH0YMLnVlZCdJ4RWCJXb89k0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1tz4lrnp5gh4e

[camelotstreasures]

Working on some scrubs gor the craft show this weekend...and anything that is left will be listed in the shop early next week! #scrubs #playwithdolls #americangirldollclothes #handmadedollclothes #idontwantnoscrubs #tlc #nurse #doctor #veterinarian #agig #agig4etsy #etsy4agig #etsyseller #craftshowinventory

[mobilefirelord]

#Repost @ourplanetdaily • • • • • • Nesting into a new home and looking to impress? You have plenty in common with the Cape Weaver. 🦜The male meticulously crafts his nest to be structurally sound and fully waterproof in anticipation of his auspicious mate. If his residence is sub-par, she will pass. #IDontWantNoScrub . Videography&Content via @animalplanet https://www.instagram.com/p/CAvpDdZA68K/?igshid=du8gkrl4xgv4