Aaaaand I'm done. You know it's the end when majority of emails received are from publishers, undercover writers posing as potential playmates, and reality show producers. I had a feeling it was going to end this way. Curse you mainstream! She said shaking a fist into the sky.
That new couple, that new girl, that new solo guy too good to be true, are, is. Good luck. God speed.
Meh. Too much work sorting people out.
I always said I would quit and go "straight" when it stopped being fun. Well it stopped being fun. It started to end few years ago when couples wrecked personal property, one couple (who I spent a few hundred dollars properly hosting in my home) had the nerve to call me a "dirty fuck whore" in casual conversation. "So you just decided to be a dirty fuck whore, then?"
Nice. Get the fuck out of my house!
But,
Before those couples, before reality TV, before everyone trying to make money off me,
I had a lot of fun. A lot! Grateful for that at least.
Soooo,
I checked out match.com last night after the Kings game win 4-3, and maybe it's the mobile app but the profile creation process was unbelievably boring. I've ordered take-out more exciting than that. The questions provide dull multiple choice answers (none of which were "ninjas" or "Pandas" !!!) following a mandatory composition of 150 characters. So not in the mood to deal with that right now!
But,
I'm going straight. I'll find a nice boy. Rewire my train of thought. Live vicariously through porn. After all, I didn't grow up thinking I wanted amazing hot sex... not until I was 14 at least.
I can rewire myself.
I can be in a 1:1 traditional monogamous relationship.
I can do this.
I just never understood why men purposely seek out girls on sex sites, girls who love hot sex, open relationships, etc., and then turn them into traditional girlfriends, but, ok.
I can do this.
I can do this!!!
I'm an intelligent person. Strong. Capable.
I just hope the next guy I date doesn't have a hot dad or this could get ugly.
Very ugly.
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