Thoughts from this weekend... As I am sleepily thinking about bed.
Girls who hit on your date, simply because he HAS a date are skanky, skanky whores.
Girls who hit on your date when they are related to your date (even if its only by marriage) are skanky, skanky whores.
Girls who take their clothes off in front of your date while he's innocently waiting for the bathroom are skanky, skanky whores.
Girls who have names that rhyme with gum that helps you stop that nasty nicotine habit you picked up freshman year in the dorm are skanky, skanky whores.
Off the skanky whores topic...
I had a really nice date with E on Friday night. He took me out for this really nice steak dinner then we came home and played Scrabble by candlelight. It was sickeningly adorable. We never discussed anything that we discussed on Thursday night. Yes. I get it. I need to find somebody new to go out with. Maybe that's true. I just don't know what to do at this point. I have all these feelings for him, but its all moving waaaay to fast. I just want to have a good time, and feel comfortable.
It just hit me so hard how much I just want to sit next to D on the couch and fall asleep with my feet tucked under his legs. I miss that. It is getting easier though. Strange how he slips out of my life a little more each day. These little moments when I miss him are all that are left of something that used to mean the world to me. Now it doesn't mean anything more than anything else that has fallen away from me. Sometimes I wonder how much of my emotional capacity is fabricated. In the end of things it feels like he meant so little. It was just how I felt that meant something. The pure selfishness of my whole being really gets to me sometimes.
Girls who hit on your date, simply because he HAS a date are skanky, skanky whores.
Girls who hit on your date when they are related to your date (even if its only by marriage) are skanky, skanky whores.
Girls who take their clothes off in front of your date while he's innocently waiting for the bathroom are skanky, skanky whores.
Girls who have names that rhyme with gum that helps you stop that nasty nicotine habit you picked up freshman year in the dorm are skanky, skanky whores.
Off the skanky whores topic...
I had a really nice date with E on Friday night. He took me out for this really nice steak dinner then we came home and played Scrabble by candlelight. It was sickeningly adorable. We never discussed anything that we discussed on Thursday night. Yes. I get it. I need to find somebody new to go out with. Maybe that's true. I just don't know what to do at this point. I have all these feelings for him, but its all moving waaaay to fast. I just want to have a good time, and feel comfortable.
It just hit me so hard how much I just want to sit next to D on the couch and fall asleep with my feet tucked under his legs. I miss that. It is getting easier though. Strange how he slips out of my life a little more each day. These little moments when I miss him are all that are left of something that used to mean the world to me. Now it doesn't mean anything more than anything else that has fallen away from me. Sometimes I wonder how much of my emotional capacity is fabricated. In the end of things it feels like he meant so little. It was just how I felt that meant something. The pure selfishness of my whole being really gets to me sometimes.
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