it has been a tough year as far as dating has been going. lotta meat puppets, all i am going to say. no, i will say a few more things, i think. first lets start with the emotionally crippled super nice ocd freak i dated for 7 lovely months. promised the moon the stars and all the candy and booze a girl could ever want. i spent the next six months working off the weight and trying to figure out who i was without all those empty promises clouding my judgement.
turns out, i was a bit of a slag.
not really, just dating for britain. quickly i moved on to a man without a chance in hell of surviving my storm o shit. while i rebounded from ocd-er he rebounded from life. raging and upset most of the time, dude was a total alcoholic who was sliding quickly back to being a fat pot head. abandon ship, yes sir-ee.
next up to bat, a long and tall drink of water who lacked ambition and needed me to hold his hand through bill paying and having a big scary job offer. he quit the job in favor of his bong so i hit the road. I might be a waitress and a student and not a fucking rocket scientist, but i see a future and it does not go on and on with my cats in a darkened room stinking of pot and poptarts.
next up, the guy i just could not stop fighting with. holy shit, did we not get along. like the physical side of things was fine, but i felt like i was covered in needles whenever he was around. one false move, pricked to death. that one went back and forth for a minute until i literally could not stand to stand within a foot of him without feeling creepoed.
Between each of these fantastic jaunts have been flirts and flattering asides where long time patrons have confessed their undying crush for me and i, being the hopeless, and i mean hopeless romantic that i am, was happy to entertain a fantasy where they were not simply trying to get laid by the "dark haired one, you know, tall with big boobs?" i though for sure they saw something deep in me...until yes, i realized that that was exactly what they saw. something deep in me.
many a man, nary a single man will tell me over and over that i am so young and should be out having a whale of a fuck every night of the week. to them all, i say, "not with your dick." so not worth having to wake up in my doll's house sized apartment with some stranger who can't figure out how to toast coffee and doesn't have anything better to do than watch cable reruns while i nurse my hangover back to good health.
on the other hand, i am really sick of introducing myself....
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