WHO THE FUCK IS TUCKER MAX

Who is Tucker Max? In our book, Tucker Max has been coined a term for all the drunk stupid guys out there that are simply out to sleep with as many women as possible and don't give a fuck. Essentially, due to our bad judgement, he's the epidemy of our future ex husbands.

Tucker Max:




It may seem that guys like Tucker have tons of game-- banging hot girls left and right, but in seeking out the man, he's all talk. Sure. He may go out on a handful of dates weekly, but he seems to be a pretty decent guy. He opens doors for the ladies, pays the bill, says please and thank you. Unfortunately that's all it takes in our book to be considered "nice" at this point.  

But honestly Tucker, the reason you seem to maximize your exploits is because all the girls you date aren't very cute.  What happened to all the "hot girls"? I'm not even sure I'd call your date the other night a 'butter face' (everything looks good BUT her face). (An honest apology if that was your sister. She seems very special).  A good number of these girls you've been dating don't even have the body. For reputation sake, we've upped our standards, so UP yours. 


This reminds me of my "girlfriend days"......"Dragon Slaying" with the boys. (It's not a surprise my boyfriends' buddies were (and still are) all single).  They'd walk in to the bar or club and be in competition --- who could slay the least attractive girl. The larger the better. At first I thought it was down right efffed up, until I see Rosko grab this girl's ass as he dances with her and give it a little shake as he tells her he wants to take her home. She looks at him with her "oh no you didn't" stare and says,  "I don't think so" as she turns away.  Rosko throws his arms up and says, "I'm the best you're gonna do tonight". She looks around the room before turning to him in realization of her defeat. She turns to him and gives him a little smack on the chest as he pulls her in and becomes fully engrossed by her. In the end, I simply accept that "big girls need love too". 
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My Future Ex Husband

My Future Ex Husband: Tucker Max --- About us: San Francisco, bay area raised Catholic school girls dishing about the single life and how it all goes down. Occasional appearances by Ghost Writers, the girls crazy enough to be friends with us, with accounts crazier than ours.

The Truth:
We’re really good at getting what we want, partly because of our God given gift of persuasiveness and also years of practice perfecting our craft. We are also very competitive (especially with each other) and we don’t play fair. This is what happens when you’ve been friends for 16 years and lived next door to eachother. For the better part of our adolescence we were attached at the hip. We also come from very similar backgrounds; we are both the mutts of Asian and Caucasian parents. Therefore, we’re pretty much sisters, and fucking gorgeous. And the best thing about being family is that no matter how much you fuck up, the other one still has to love you (although I think this swings a little more in Greedy Greedy’s favor than mine).