Mr. You-Ain't-Got-My-Attention
I can seriously say there is nothing like being yanked around, tossed around, fed bull-shit, walked all over, dragged through the mud, and made out to feel like it was my own fault. I'm gonna let ya'll in on a little story. Fact or fiction I don't know, you be the judge.
Tell me how this works. I meet some guy in a bar. Blah blah it happens all the time if you are me (I mean, lets cut the crap here, it really does). And this one time I actually happen to NOT be the sober cab, aka, I am drinking. He gets my number after I laughingly enter it into his phone because seriously, no relationship ever starts from being drunk at a bar. Apparently though, this guy gets a "good vibe" from me. (yeah I'll tell you what that vibe is.) He insists that I come to visit him the following weekend....hmmm curious proposition if you ask me because this is what I know about him...a) his name b) he was at the bar for a bachlor party (not his) and 3) he lives in the cities...yeah, Im coming right down to see you honey!
Apparently all week long he tells everyone at work about me, all his friends, whatever (I mean, lets cut the crap here, who WOULDNT talk about me?). Fine, I talk to him a few times and yeah I guess he checks out, but how much can you really tell about a person over the phone right? However, the facade doesn't last long when you talk to me because I'm just a mean spiteful bitch...or so I am made to think right?
Apparently, being from a small town and being semi-intimidated of the big city is a crime. It is also a crime if you do not see yourself sitting at a bar a couple nights of the week when you are 40sih. Apparently, to be love with your husband of 26 years and watching tv together after work each night is a crime and lame. Also, to doubt the character of a person who gets your number at a bar(him), when you are drunk, when he is drunk, when he keeps telling you that you are "soooooo cute", who keeps asking you to come down to his place, and who says (only after I insist that if I WERE to come down, I would either not stay the night, or spend the night in a hotel, or sleep in a different bedroom)(and I quote)"there...wouldn't be...any...you know...expectations from you...." (end quote) is also, yet again, a crime. Fuck! Send me to jail because I am GUILTY! (and I never say fuck).
So how do I, MYSELF, end up feeling like the inadequate one, worthless, passed over, not good enough, trash, and just a "small town inexperienced hick girl" who is once again, not good enough for someone....no wait, I AM good enough for someone....someone who wants a piece of ass, but someone who does not want an actually person, personality, and soul to get to know...hmmm.....remind me again, how I end up feeling this way?
And one more thing...how does HE just continue on his merry fucking way oblivious to everything he has said to me? And how is it, that if I try to stand up for myself (I mean, lets cut the crap here, is a hard thing for me to do because I don't deal well with people attacking me) he just goes ahead and makes sure that I know that HE is RIGHT and I am WRONG?
So fact or fiction? You decide.
M~
Tell me how this works. I meet some guy in a bar. Blah blah it happens all the time if you are me (I mean, lets cut the crap here, it really does). And this one time I actually happen to NOT be the sober cab, aka, I am drinking. He gets my number after I laughingly enter it into his phone because seriously, no relationship ever starts from being drunk at a bar. Apparently though, this guy gets a "good vibe" from me. (yeah I'll tell you what that vibe is.) He insists that I come to visit him the following weekend....hmmm curious proposition if you ask me because this is what I know about him...a) his name b) he was at the bar for a bachlor party (not his) and 3) he lives in the cities...yeah, Im coming right down to see you honey!
Apparently all week long he tells everyone at work about me, all his friends, whatever (I mean, lets cut the crap here, who WOULDNT talk about me?). Fine, I talk to him a few times and yeah I guess he checks out, but how much can you really tell about a person over the phone right? However, the facade doesn't last long when you talk to me because I'm just a mean spiteful bitch...or so I am made to think right?
Apparently, being from a small town and being semi-intimidated of the big city is a crime. It is also a crime if you do not see yourself sitting at a bar a couple nights of the week when you are 40sih. Apparently, to be love with your husband of 26 years and watching tv together after work each night is a crime and lame. Also, to doubt the character of a person who gets your number at a bar(him), when you are drunk, when he is drunk, when he keeps telling you that you are "soooooo cute", who keeps asking you to come down to his place, and who says (only after I insist that if I WERE to come down, I would either not stay the night, or spend the night in a hotel, or sleep in a different bedroom)(and I quote)"there...wouldn't be...any...you know...expectations from you...." (end quote) is also, yet again, a crime. Fuck! Send me to jail because I am GUILTY! (and I never say fuck).
So how do I, MYSELF, end up feeling like the inadequate one, worthless, passed over, not good enough, trash, and just a "small town inexperienced hick girl" who is once again, not good enough for someone....no wait, I AM good enough for someone....someone who wants a piece of ass, but someone who does not want an actually person, personality, and soul to get to know...hmmm.....remind me again, how I end up feeling this way?
And one more thing...how does HE just continue on his merry fucking way oblivious to everything he has said to me? And how is it, that if I try to stand up for myself (I mean, lets cut the crap here, is a hard thing for me to do because I don't deal well with people attacking me) he just goes ahead and makes sure that I know that HE is RIGHT and I am WRONG?
So fact or fiction? You decide.
M~