Wherein I objectify all my ex-boyfriends. But only because they're arguably pretty hot.
This is an obscenely stupid and self-indulgent thing to write, but has that ever stopped me before. No, dear readers: no.
I just spent some quality time on Facebook, looking at pictures of ex-boyfriends. Just to see what those handsome bastards are up to nowadays. (They all appear to be alive, which is reassuring! Keep up the good work, guys.)
And you know what? It never ceases to amaze me, but I've done damned well for myself in the dudes department. You'd almost think I'm some kind of stacked bombshell, judging purely by the massive slew of Handsome Gentlemen I've dated. (Or had flings with. Let's not be overly specific, here.)
Am I allowed to feel smug about this?
I feel stupidly smug about this.
It's okay-- I don't blame you for unfollowing me right about... now. I totally understand. I'll be back to normal levels of self-awareness in the morning.
But, yeah.
(Go me.)
I just spent some quality time on Facebook, looking at pictures of ex-boyfriends. Just to see what those handsome bastards are up to nowadays. (They all appear to be alive, which is reassuring! Keep up the good work, guys.)
And you know what? It never ceases to amaze me, but I've done damned well for myself in the dudes department. You'd almost think I'm some kind of stacked bombshell, judging purely by the massive slew of Handsome Gentlemen I've dated. (Or had flings with. Let's not be overly specific, here.)
Am I allowed to feel smug about this?
I feel stupidly smug about this.
It's okay-- I don't blame you for unfollowing me right about... now. I totally understand. I'll be back to normal levels of self-awareness in the morning.
But, yeah.
(Go me.)