I've successfully calmed down, and just about moved on. It's been... maybe a week?
I don't keep track of these things as well as I should.
Anyways, it's been settled, and I've discovered that I wasn't at fault.
He didn't want a relationship. That's all.
I can deal with that.
Anyways, I've decided I want to look for a fairly serious relationship.
One that will (hopefully) last more than the usual few months or less.
So I've been told that I should date older men.
. . .
Because age is important all of a sudden.
[/*sarcasm*]
Anyways, I'm going to be searching around a bit, maybe on a dreaded dating site.
Because I guess I'm desperate?
But not really.
There's just not a whole lot of older guys for me in Owego.
Heck, even the guys my own age aren't really that appealing.
I guess I'm a little hesitant about older guys because the few that have/had interest in me were looking primarily to get laid.
And I don't appreciate being objectified.
But whatever.
Maybe I'll meet someone nice on the internet, and he'll be nice, and live nearby, and we'll meet up,
and he'll drug me and rape me, and leave me for dead in an alley.
Because that's how my relationship luck works for me.
And really, I've come to expect the worst in my relationships now.
Which I guess is why I got so paranoid about Sam breaking up with me.
Which is true. I was freaking out before it happened for like, three/four days.
However, I guess I'm an eternal optimist,
because I just keep tossing myself back into the fray,
to get hurt and rejected
again and again and again.
It's happened at least four or five times in a row now.
Because I'm apparently also a masochist?
I guess I must be.
Wow, this entry is kind of depressing too.
I didn't mean for it to be.
eek
neutral
I don't keep track of these things as well as I should.
Anyways, it's been settled, and I've discovered that I wasn't at fault.
He didn't want a relationship. That's all.
I can deal with that.
Anyways, I've decided I want to look for a fairly serious relationship.
One that will (hopefully) last more than the usual few months or less.
So I've been told that I should date older men.
. . .
Because age is important all of a sudden.
[/*sarcasm*]
Anyways, I'm going to be searching around a bit, maybe on a dreaded dating site.
Because I guess I'm desperate?
But not really.
There's just not a whole lot of older guys for me in Owego.
Heck, even the guys my own age aren't really that appealing.
I guess I'm a little hesitant about older guys because the few that have/had interest in me were looking primarily to get laid.
And I don't appreciate being objectified.
But whatever.
Maybe I'll meet someone nice on the internet, and he'll be nice, and live nearby, and we'll meet up,
and he'll drug me and rape me, and leave me for dead in an alley.
Because that's how my relationship luck works for me.
And really, I've come to expect the worst in my relationships now.
Which I guess is why I got so paranoid about Sam breaking up with me.
Which is true. I was freaking out before it happened for like, three/four days.
However, I guess I'm an eternal optimist,
because I just keep tossing myself back into the fray,
to get hurt and rejected
again and again and again.
It's happened at least four or five times in a row now.
Because I'm apparently also a masochist?
I guess I must be.
Wow, this entry is kind of depressing too.
I didn't mean for it to be.
eek
neutral
