WARNING - Rampage.
Thus far, my life has royally sucked as far as "romance" goes.
I think there is a fine line between a tragic lovelife and a humorous one, and mine has recently crossed that line.
Girls, if you ever get down about whatever's going on with you ... if you ever feel that you're dealing with the biggest douche bag ever ... think of me. And smile. Because I'm living proof that it could be so much worse.
Okay, first off, today I found out that Josh chose an 18-YEAR-OLD over me. And not a very hot 18-year-old, either. A very average-looking 18-year-old who claims she's already "in love with him". Now, what was SO bad about me that he had to stoop to some psycho 18-year-old chick who thinks she's in love with her boyfriend of one week? Hm. Something to think about. (Bring on the nausea...)
And here's the story that will top them all. Here's something that could/would only happen to me:
So I met this guy; we'll call him "Mohammad" since no one I know goes by that name, and it's not even close to his real one. Mohammad and I had only been talking for about a week. He lived in Pensacola and was moving to Orlando early next month. We had so much in common. Our personalities were so compatible, and we could talk for hours about nothing. It was great. He loved my "wit" and that I "kept him on his toes". I loved that he made me laugh and actually challenged me intellectually. We were talking late Friday night. At about 11:00 or so, I had an idea: we should meet up in Tallahassee (halfway between here and Pensacola) and spend some time together. He was planning on coming down in 2 weeks to look for a house, but neither he nor I wanted to wait that long. He was so excited and impressed with my spontaneity, that he conceeded. So I took a shower and headed out at around 12:30am. Come 4:00am or so, we were both in Tallahassee and he had gotten a hotel room. We just hung out, talked, gave each other massages, talked some more, and went to sleep. All we did was kiss - that was it - and I was really excited with the way it was going. The next morning, I woke up at around 9:30am to take a shower, walked out of the bathroom at about 9:50, and he was gone. At first, I thought nothing of it. He was such a gentleman, so maybe he went to get us breakfast. At around 10:30 or so, I called him. He never answered. At about 11:15, I called down to the front desk.
"Has anyone checked out of room 306 yet?" I asked the lady.
"Yes," she replied. "He checked out at 9:37am."
Weird. Very weird. I wasn't even mad at first. I was just confused. Like, he just left. No note, no call, nothing.
He still hasn't called.
Needless to say, I'm not too fond of the male gender at the moment. And you know what gets me? Guys always say (girls, back me up) that other girls have always told them that they were "too nice" ... "too perfect". I'm sorry. No girl ever says that about a guy. There is no such thing as a guy who's "too perfect". NO SUCH THING. Was there like, some mass-email that went out to every guy on Earth with this lame line in it, assuring guys that girls would buy that shit? I swear. Every guy who has ever told me that has ended up being the biggest fucking douchebag in the world.
I wish guys came with reports - like Carfax. All you would have to do is give their name, and a report would be delivered to you for the low price of $19.95. This report would provide information from past breakup-reasons to a true personality breakdown to warnings to approximate income (haha). Geez, if only.
Even today, my little brother (I'm at my parents' house) was on the phone with this chick who has this huge crush on him. The way he talked to her - the things he said - they were all things that have been said to me by guys. I guess they just sounded different from an outside perspective. He treated her like shit. He was so confused when I yelled at him and told him what an asshole he was, and that I never wanted him to speak to another female with that disrespect again. I'm sure he didn't even realize it, but I knew that girl was hurt. I know that girls analyze everything a guy they like says to them, the way they say it, the timing at which they say it, etc. And I knew that when that girl went through her usual conversation-analysis, she would be so hurt. Haha, I guess you know it's bad when you even start to hate your brothers for being guys.
Whatever. I'm so over it. I'm about to say what so many girls say in their lifetime ... I'M DONE WITH GUYS.
I know, I know ... until the next one comes along.
I think there is a fine line between a tragic lovelife and a humorous one, and mine has recently crossed that line.
Girls, if you ever get down about whatever's going on with you ... if you ever feel that you're dealing with the biggest douche bag ever ... think of me. And smile. Because I'm living proof that it could be so much worse.
Okay, first off, today I found out that Josh chose an 18-YEAR-OLD over me. And not a very hot 18-year-old, either. A very average-looking 18-year-old who claims she's already "in love with him". Now, what was SO bad about me that he had to stoop to some psycho 18-year-old chick who thinks she's in love with her boyfriend of one week? Hm. Something to think about. (Bring on the nausea...)
And here's the story that will top them all. Here's something that could/would only happen to me:
So I met this guy; we'll call him "Mohammad" since no one I know goes by that name, and it's not even close to his real one. Mohammad and I had only been talking for about a week. He lived in Pensacola and was moving to Orlando early next month. We had so much in common. Our personalities were so compatible, and we could talk for hours about nothing. It was great. He loved my "wit" and that I "kept him on his toes". I loved that he made me laugh and actually challenged me intellectually. We were talking late Friday night. At about 11:00 or so, I had an idea: we should meet up in Tallahassee (halfway between here and Pensacola) and spend some time together. He was planning on coming down in 2 weeks to look for a house, but neither he nor I wanted to wait that long. He was so excited and impressed with my spontaneity, that he conceeded. So I took a shower and headed out at around 12:30am. Come 4:00am or so, we were both in Tallahassee and he had gotten a hotel room. We just hung out, talked, gave each other massages, talked some more, and went to sleep. All we did was kiss - that was it - and I was really excited with the way it was going. The next morning, I woke up at around 9:30am to take a shower, walked out of the bathroom at about 9:50, and he was gone. At first, I thought nothing of it. He was such a gentleman, so maybe he went to get us breakfast. At around 10:30 or so, I called him. He never answered. At about 11:15, I called down to the front desk.
"Has anyone checked out of room 306 yet?" I asked the lady.
"Yes," she replied. "He checked out at 9:37am."
Weird. Very weird. I wasn't even mad at first. I was just confused. Like, he just left. No note, no call, nothing.
He still hasn't called.
Needless to say, I'm not too fond of the male gender at the moment. And you know what gets me? Guys always say (girls, back me up) that other girls have always told them that they were "too nice" ... "too perfect". I'm sorry. No girl ever says that about a guy. There is no such thing as a guy who's "too perfect". NO SUCH THING. Was there like, some mass-email that went out to every guy on Earth with this lame line in it, assuring guys that girls would buy that shit? I swear. Every guy who has ever told me that has ended up being the biggest fucking douchebag in the world.
I wish guys came with reports - like Carfax. All you would have to do is give their name, and a report would be delivered to you for the low price of $19.95. This report would provide information from past breakup-reasons to a true personality breakdown to warnings to approximate income (haha). Geez, if only.
Even today, my little brother (I'm at my parents' house) was on the phone with this chick who has this huge crush on him. The way he talked to her - the things he said - they were all things that have been said to me by guys. I guess they just sounded different from an outside perspective. He treated her like shit. He was so confused when I yelled at him and told him what an asshole he was, and that I never wanted him to speak to another female with that disrespect again. I'm sure he didn't even realize it, but I knew that girl was hurt. I know that girls analyze everything a guy they like says to them, the way they say it, the timing at which they say it, etc. And I knew that when that girl went through her usual conversation-analysis, she would be so hurt. Haha, I guess you know it's bad when you even start to hate your brothers for being guys.
Whatever. I'm so over it. I'm about to say what so many girls say in their lifetime ... I'M DONE WITH GUYS.
I know, I know ... until the next one comes along.