Giving It Up: The Unworthy Decision (Rant Edition)

God, can I just take a minute to speak my peace? What is up with the men of today? Where does the narcissism and ego end and the respect begin? And I don't just mean them, I mean me as well. I sell myself short way too much, and I am tired of it. Where did I go? Where did my heart go?

I don't think it is still there if I settle for Mr. I-Don't-Eat-Pussy! What kind of man doesn't do it?! But, I digress. I am beyond my point.

I just had to do a rant. I'll be back properly.

Is It Them, Or Is It Us?

I've been actively dating for over ten years, and I gotta say Prince Charming is nowhere to be found. All I get stuck with are pathetic losers who think foreplay is asking you to put your hand down their pants. (More on that idiot later.) Being that I have been single for so long and I've exhausted so many other explanations for it, the question begs to be asked: is it me, or them?

Now don't get me wrong, I love being single most of the time. I really enjoy the feeling of being able to do as I please and date whom I please without putting too much focus on any specific guy. It's freeing in a way. Not to mention seeing close friends and random people in their miserable relationships makes me never wanna stick my neck out from my self-imposed single life exile. It's almost like looking into a mirror and seeing a potential picture of what your relationship could be like, and it's uglier than Britney Spears's pussy. No freaking thanks.

But then again, it's nice to have someone to come home to. To share your dreams and goals with, and love. I see some couples of all ages, and they still get that look in their eye when they see each other. It's not to say I don't have love in my life, or I am unhappy. But it'd be nice to have someone special all to yourself. (That is until he annoys you with his tragic neuroses. Then you get rid of him.)

So, is it me or them? I know sometimes I make bad choices (Guitar Guy*), and even worse decisions (Lead Singer Guy*). Sometimes, I find myself getting lonely and I reach for the first dick that comes along (Chinatown*, Bad Kisser Guy*, Big Tattoo Guy*, etc. The list goes on and on. And on and on and on). Everyone has done that at least once or twice. (Or fifty, but who's counting.)

Maybe I should spend less time worried about men, and more time worried about me.

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*These symb0ls are to specify guys whose names I won't reveal. I'll put them out there enough I am sure.

The Perpetual Single Girl

So, here we are. Single, and mostly loving it. In this blog I intend to talk about the various failures and happy times that go along with being perpetually single. I'm in my mid-twenties so I have had a lot of time to go in on the subject. And being that I have awesome friends (both single and taken), it enables me to be as objective as possible.

Enough of that bullshit! Let's get this thing cracking. The first article will be dubbed "Is It Them, Or Us?".