If you know anything about me then you know I have had
horrible luck in relationships. Some so bad that I have on numerous occasions
thought about attempting to self-induce a head injury to forget about it all.
Dramatic, Maybe. Usually. I thinking I’ve paid my mother fucking dues to the
dating gods. They need to chill the actual fuck out right about now.
A year ago I was not the same person. Situations change people, circumstances change people, PEOPLE change people. Now while I may sound bitter, I am not. In fact I would go as far as to thank the little boys that I have dated and who have fondled with not only my nether regions but also my heart. Bless your souls * sips vodka*
The other day an old friend and I were talking and she got
upset because when she asked me who I was dating , I said I was not and she
assumed I was lying to her because I didn’t want her knowing who my man was.
After being single for almost three years I am done trying. I have met guys,
went on ‘dates’, fallen for straight men, kissed a few random guys, and I’ve
been asked to engage in lots of weekend fucking to which I have declined. I’ve been re-approached by ex-boyfriends with daddy
issues and former flings with erectile dysfunction. Enough. Thank you.
Whoever’s reading this should take it as my confirmation of
my renouncing of love. I am done trying to find love for now and thus shall be
putting my love-life on the back-burner and focussing on my hustle. I am young
and not about getting my heart messed with - empires need to be built. Every few
minutes wasted on a guy could be wasted on doing whatever the fuck else I want.
I have really grown and learnt to embrace my single status and enjoy it while I
can.
I don’t have to pick
up any calls or respond to any text messages for days and I don’t have to worry
about anyone assuming I was partaking in a heated bump-and-grind with some hot
hunk. I don’t have to pretend to give a shit about my boyfriend’s problems. That’s
time- consuming and exhausting. I don’t have to go to retarded family
functions. I like mine better. I don’t have to go see my lame teacher-boyfriends
dance pupils perform at talent shows. I FUCKING DON’T!!! (Sighs in relief that
shit is over) I can have anonymous sex, I can explore. I don’t have to fake
being interested in anything anyone does. If you’re like me then it’s probably
very, very hard for you too to pretend to give a shit about another person. I get
to see my friends more often.
Yes it’s fun to date but I thank the gods nobody’s finding
me attractive enough lately to want to go on dates with. I can deal with it for
just a little longer. So while I’m enjoying this skinny bitch hustle I get to
see my little cousins grow-up and I get to revel in the drunk, ratchet moments I
get to share with my friends.
B*
