need to get this off my chest
Screw him--screw him right up the ass with a rusty power drill. On second thought, he might enjoy that. I need to stop answering his calls. He does nothing but upset me...and he knows it too; that's probably why he keeps calling. He gets some sort of sick gratification out of telling me the wildest stories of drugs, mutilation, sex, and music. And now what does he tell me??? He's fucking married! What the fuck? OK, so let me get this straight...you find my profile on friendster, befriend me on AIM, dance with me, make me fall for you, talk with me on the phone all hours of the night, act like you want to be together when I move to Savannah...and then a week before I'm finished with college, call me, tell me you love me and fucking move to Germany?!
Tonight Andrew asked me if I'd like to speak to his new wife. Um? "It's ok, Rebecca...we're not sleeping together. I just wanted dual citizenship." Oh and the best part: "She could be your twin." Awe, how sweet--he thinks of me (complete and utter sarcasm here).
Is he fucking kidding me???????
We stopped talking for a while...he got crazy...things went weird. I got over it. I've been upbeat and positive, realizing that I can date better men...and I have. Granted the past two dates I've been on, the guys haven't been quite right for me...but that's how things go. It's not like they're calling me while they're on the next dates.
Oh my gosh, how can someone be so rude?!
So that makes four guys I've been in relationships with that are now married. Wow, Rebecca. It's like they can't even call me their girlfriend for as long as we're together, and then the next chick, bam!
What am I doing wrong?
I'm not pissed, sad, or down on myself anymore. Just a little jaded right now. I'm sure I'll get over it, date again, and possibly be broken up with again. That's just how the cookie crumbles. I'm myself--like it or not.
"I was just myself. I didn't know any other way to be, or any other way to live." --Bettie Page
Tonight Andrew asked me if I'd like to speak to his new wife. Um? "It's ok, Rebecca...we're not sleeping together. I just wanted dual citizenship." Oh and the best part: "She could be your twin." Awe, how sweet--he thinks of me (complete and utter sarcasm here).
Is he fucking kidding me???????
We stopped talking for a while...he got crazy...things went weird. I got over it. I've been upbeat and positive, realizing that I can date better men...and I have. Granted the past two dates I've been on, the guys haven't been quite right for me...but that's how things go. It's not like they're calling me while they're on the next dates.
Oh my gosh, how can someone be so rude?!
So that makes four guys I've been in relationships with that are now married. Wow, Rebecca. It's like they can't even call me their girlfriend for as long as we're together, and then the next chick, bam!
What am I doing wrong?
I'm not pissed, sad, or down on myself anymore. Just a little jaded right now. I'm sure I'll get over it, date again, and possibly be broken up with again. That's just how the cookie crumbles. I'm myself--like it or not.
"I was just myself. I didn't know any other way to be, or any other way to live." --Bettie Page