I’m done with the men that promise the world and leave me with nothing but a bad taste in my mouth.
We don’t want to be tied down to one person anymore because the grass is always greener somewhere else, am I right?
Why is showing that you care and how you feel such a bad thing? Why is it so wrong to let you know that I’m interested in you?
I get it; a 400 lb. chunk of metal under my ass isn’t the sexiest thing, and my anatomy isn’t out of a Playboy magazine. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that it’s frustrating sometimes.
Dating can feel like an endless grind where you beat your head up against the wall again and again, hoping that you’ll finally succeed in meeting someone great.
Your 20s are that crucial time of exploration you’ll never get back when, say, you’re in your 30s and doting on your loving family. But right now, there’s always time for the shithead-next-door.
They think that I am smart and/ or pretty and/ or cute and/ or fun to be around and/ or chill and/ or tolerable but mostly because they either aren’t looking for more than a brunette who is conscious or someone who fits the freakishly-detailed but completely bloodless list they made for themselves when they first started ‘seriously looking.’
You won’t get over someone else, if that’s what you’re trying to do. I’ve heard that you can get over someone by getting under someone else, but I’ve experienced the unreality of this claim. Sorry.
We all went to a party. I was still wearing a suit. You wore a red cocktail dress so I wouldn’t look so out of place.
I’m trying to do this thing where I love myself more, and unavailable men are like self-esteem vacuums.