Love? What?
Posted at 09:17 PM

I'm crazy in love.  With a much older man.

But he's everything I'd ever hoped and dreamed for!! And it scares the living daylights out of me.  I don't have daddy issues. What the hell is wrong with me?

While the other guy was great on paper, I didn't really feel any fireworks.

As soon as I talked to this guy, I felt like I wanted to marry him and spend the rest of my life with him.

I don't believe in love. I sure as hell don't believe in love at first sight.

Every other man I really liked has bailed out on me or things went to shit.

But the first time I sat down and talked to him, I can't explain what I feel.

It's like everything he said was music to my ears and I couldn't get enough music!

I could have talked and talked to him forever.

But I don't know if he's really taking me seriously, or feels the same way.

The woes of being in love.  With a much older man.

Outgoing, Happy, Nice.
Posted at 12:51 AM

I was recently described as being "outgoing" "happy" and "nice" around two years ago. 

 Crap.

Though I don't think I've changed much fundamentally, I guess I should take extra efforts not to be introverted, depressing, and mean?

My Puppy!
Posted at 11:14 PM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVSimyOtqP8

One Rotten Apple
Posted at 09:00 PM

It takes one rotten apple to spoil the barrel.
Fortunately, you can dump the barrel out and fill it up with new, unspoiled apples.

 

It takes one rat bastard guy to make a girl become distrustful of all men.

 

And so another 100 men will have to suffer the sting of rejection before that trust starts to build again.

Recouping Fabulosity
Posted at 09:32 PM

Friday night was the best.

His name was Luke, and he was quite charming. Polite, congenial, and it didn't hurt that he had a chiseled body. He was in the military, and ripped torsos were a standard.

I felt like a rock star in my ruched black halter top and bangle earrings. I smiled and was only half interested in him, all the while secretly trying to think of how to empty the drink in my hand without actually drinking it.

I saw her out of the corner of my eye sometime during the evening. Out of habit, my first initial thought was, 'I should parade Luke in front of her, to make sure she sees me with some hot new stud', which was immediately followed by: 'I am having such a great time that she's not even worth the trouble or my effort'.

 

 

And that is when I knew I didn't care anymore.

It might take a quite a while more before I can put my faith in the words of another man, though.