“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a dam”. Personally, I don’t give a flying fuck, (yes a fuck that actually flies), and I don’t even know why. About a month ago I ranted about a guy who had major trust issues. Come to find out not only did he have major trust issues, he was a serial dater!
I should have sensed something was afoot when he said, “well I end up not liking girls after the first or second date.” LOL. Yeah asshole, maybe because you are super picky because I am awesome. Ok maybe not awesome, but I think I am a great catch. So why am I single? Is it because I’m meeting douchebags, or am I just the big douche here?! Well I think I will be writing to Summer’s Eve sometime this month and ask if they need a mascot.
Fuck this! I am not even phased by it! At least I went out on a date, which I haven’t in a very long time. I am too busy wallowing in my fatness and bipolarism, Yeah bipolarism is a word. To me anyway, so eff you spellcheck!
Maybe I am just boring though. Our last conversation was very weird. He said he was going to stay quiet on the phone until I said something. “CUE CRICKETS” Yeah there was an unhealthy amount of silence. It wasn’t even fun and flirty, just deathly serious. Yeah I can come up with subjects to talk about, but not when I am being put on the spot! I felt like a total loser, and what do you know? He never calls me again. *Paging Dr. Phil*
Anyway, thank god I have therapy tomorrow, yes the mental kind. I need it. Or I need some new meds. Better yet, I think I will drown myself in some alcohol. Cheers!