It proceeded to change size, shape, and color several more times right in front of me (doberman, bloodhound, tan mastiff, then finally a yellow lab) before running off into the dark.
“And I’m also hearing that, what you have to understand is that, what seems like them throwing people under the bus? Was… um… it was a way to, uh, so, that they got — because all these people were, privy to the information, it was also a way to balance and check.”
Our refusal to hold men accountable for cheating seems like an offshoot of our tendency to admonish women for being sexual—to slut shame them for the very same behavior that earns men “player” status.
I realized that I love being messy, I like chaos, I like things that don’t have to be spectacular as long as they mesmerize me. I realized that I don’t have to like things that sparkle because I found a way to shine anyway. I found my light when I left your darkness.
“Being honest and straightforward are your best bets. I can’t read your mind and my mind isn’t capable of being laid back and just going with the flow.”
While girls often put up with indirect guessing games and mixed signals, most women won’t.
The Opportunists. The ones who will talk to you only after you got that job or that car or started dating that person because they know that you can offer them something they need.
I will push you further away than you already are because if one of us starts to close the gap, starts to lessen the milage on either the markers on the side of the highway or the proverbial distance I intentionally put between us, I won’t know what to do.
I’m aware this list is pragmatic and often brutal so don’t say I didn’t warn you.
It’s not that you don’t believe in romance. It’s just that you’re too sensible or too experienced to romanticize relationships.
You will never be satisfied with what you have if all you do is keep swiping. You will never get to know someone when you’re already looking for the next best thing, you will never appreciate a conversation when you have ten other unopened conversations. You will never get to see someone’s real beauty if you keep thinking of the other 50 photos on your screen.
Indoor skydiving: When you experience the rush of flying through the air with someone you love, you end up with even more than an adrenaline boost. You get an instant memory rooted in a shared “first,” too.
She’s always horny. For every dirty joke in her equally dirty mind she has a bit of pent-up sexual tension that she absolutely needs to release.
Let me be the first to tell you I wish I wasn’t like this. But I’ve come to learn that there are some parts to ourselves we can’t choose.
“My mom’s face was almost blue, and she was kicking her legs around like a fish out of water. My dad, still drunk off his ass, had the cord wrapped around my mom’s neck, trying all he could to strangle her.”
