Why are some men such dicks? Please note I said “some”, as I have heard rumour there are some decent ones out there. I’ve recently had my heart completely played with, and yet, I still have a strong desire to find someone to spend my life with. What the f*ck is wrong with me?
After my recent five week, action packed, exciting little fling, I spend two weeks dealing with the aftermath. He didn’t know what he wanted; he blamed his ex; he blamed me; he apologized (twice); he ignored me after apologizing. It was exhausting. Physically and mentally. For a person with severe anxiety, the uncertainty and back and forth was excrutiating. I’ve basically been stuck in a constant rumination that damn near killed me. Ok, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration. At times, however, I became so obsessive in thought, I literally ran myself to almost death. The miles put on my runners these past two weeks is damn impressive. My body aches, I’m tired, but not gonna lie — I look pretty great.
Back to the topic of dick. Funny, cause that is his name. He doesn’t go by DICK, but he really should. My heart was awakened after five dormant years, and now it aches of loneliness. Even though it was bullshit, he made me feel special and wanted. DICK.
STOP RIGHT HERE. A miracle just happened….. haha ok, not a miracle, but let me take you back to a crush I had going last summer Read here Play Me A Song. MR. Dave the rock star, just appeared on a very popular dating site. Granted I now know he is only 33 years old, so like 9 years too young. Still, he’s single — the crowed goes wild.
Fuck you DICK. I’m off to stalk a rock star.