So basically...
Relationships suck and I'm going to join a nunnery.
It took me weeks, months, perhaps even a year or two, to get to the point in my life where, while I don't feel comfortable in my own skin (yeah, because that is absolutely going to change any time soon.), I was okay with talking to guys that I don't know. Joined datehookup at the bequest of my Dimidear (thank you!) and after a long time, I spotted this guy I liked from the get-go. He seemed like a sweetheart, and we started talking the other day. I gave him my cellphone number, and hoped for the best.
At eight o'clock in the morning, The Slick Tornado decided to rip back into my life. Victor has been in and out of my life, for those of you not in the know, for years. Friends, lovers, frenemies, whatever. Once I moved, he dropped off the face of the Earth, and I let it go at that. But apparently he has a little radar in the back of his fucking head that goes "Oh, hey! Kim's potentially getting into a decent relationship with a guy who might treat her like she deserves! I better stop her!"
Suffice to say he's apparently coming over to talk about our relationship. You know, the nonexistant one because while I do love, and probably always will love, that stupid son of a bitch, I don't trust him. Oh, and half the time, when he comes over, it's for sex. I'm not someone who equates sex with love. I'm a physically affectionate person, yeah, but I'm not going to jump into bed all so you can get your jollies off if I don't want to. I'm sorry, it's not how I work. And maybe if you had paid any attention in the past eight fucking years, you'd know that my not sleeping with you doesn't mean I don't love you, so that's a low fucking card to play, jackass.
He managed to work me up on the way to work, and kept me that way all day, trying to figure out what I'm going to do.
As I'm typing this, he's probably on his way.
And I still don't have a fucking clue.
I'll send a postcard from the nunnery, you guys.
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I wanted to use a REALLY ANGRY icon and then realized I deleted all of my angry ones to make room for Mozzie. So instead, have a MOZZIECON.
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And the guy I gave my number to? Just wanted a 'casual relationship'. What the fucking fuck, New York? Are all the commitment-oriented guys married already? Fuck.
It took me weeks, months, perhaps even a year or two, to get to the point in my life where, while I don't feel comfortable in my own skin (yeah, because that is absolutely going to change any time soon.), I was okay with talking to guys that I don't know. Joined datehookup at the bequest of my Dimidear (thank you!) and after a long time, I spotted this guy I liked from the get-go. He seemed like a sweetheart, and we started talking the other day. I gave him my cellphone number, and hoped for the best.
At eight o'clock in the morning, The Slick Tornado decided to rip back into my life. Victor has been in and out of my life, for those of you not in the know, for years. Friends, lovers, frenemies, whatever. Once I moved, he dropped off the face of the Earth, and I let it go at that. But apparently he has a little radar in the back of his fucking head that goes "Oh, hey! Kim's potentially getting into a decent relationship with a guy who might treat her like she deserves! I better stop her!"
Suffice to say he's apparently coming over to talk about our relationship. You know, the nonexistant one because while I do love, and probably always will love, that stupid son of a bitch, I don't trust him. Oh, and half the time, when he comes over, it's for sex. I'm not someone who equates sex with love. I'm a physically affectionate person, yeah, but I'm not going to jump into bed all so you can get your jollies off if I don't want to. I'm sorry, it's not how I work. And maybe if you had paid any attention in the past eight fucking years, you'd know that my not sleeping with you doesn't mean I don't love you, so that's a low fucking card to play, jackass.
He managed to work me up on the way to work, and kept me that way all day, trying to figure out what I'm going to do.
As I'm typing this, he's probably on his way.
And I still don't have a fucking clue.
I'll send a postcard from the nunnery, you guys.
edit
I wanted to use a REALLY ANGRY icon and then realized I deleted all of my angry ones to make room for Mozzie. So instead, have a MOZZIECON.
edit x2
And the guy I gave my number to? Just wanted a 'casual relationship'. What the fucking fuck, New York? Are all the commitment-oriented guys married already? Fuck.