I am just realizing now the extent of the psychological damage caused by my loser ex-boyfriends.
To be fair, not all of them were losers. Most of them, however, were wimps. The kind of guy who can't tell you to your face when he wants to break up with you. Couple that with a decidedly unfeminist desire to be the one on the receiving end of all phone calls with a man, and you get a girl who freaks when someone doesn't call when they are supposed to.
I utterly despise all of these neuroses, and I really hate letting them show. Which, of course, I just did with the boy. And now I set off a whole new set of neuroses about, "Oh, now he won't like me because I let on some of my issues."
Well, I've got books full of issues. Most of which stem from many years ago, when I was a completely different (much more dependent) person. I haven't really dated in over two years. I don't really know what's going on with the boy, or what I want to be going on. I feel like I've fucked up already, though, and I hate that--even though I can see already that he's not someone I'd spend a long time with.
He's a cool guy, kissing him is fun, we like a lot of the same things, but...you know how you can just tell?
Anyway, that doesn't mean we can't have fun and be friends and all that stuff.
I'm just neurotic about the phone call thing.
Instead of waiting for phone calls (or doing the work I should be doing) I'm going to extend something fun that punt, Coco, and strawbettie have started...
A is for age: 24
B is for booze: Jameson. red stripe. harp. carlsberg. newcastle.
C is for career: journalist.
D is for dad's name: Charles
E is for essential items to bring to a party: hot shoes.
F is for favorite song at the moment: Lucero, "The Last Song"
G is for girlfriend: I'm mostly a straight girl. no GF. though there's a few that might convince me.
H is for hometown: canton, MA.
I is for instruments you play: none.
J is for jam or jelly you like: strawberry.
K is for kids: no thanks.
L is for living arrangements: parents. ugh.
M is for mom's name: Sandra
N is for name of a friend: Gillian
O is for overnight hospital stays: asthma attack.
P is for phobias: nothing really a phobia. spiders gross me out.
Q is for quote you like: "Groupies are for rock stars. I'm not a rock star."
R is for relationship that lasted longest: off & on for 4 years
S is for sexual position: must do some research again. i've forgotten.
T is for time you wake up: 7:30
U is for unique trait/feature: my eyebrows are two different shapes.
V is for vegetable you love: broccoli
W is for worst trait//feature:fears.
X is for x-rays you've had: toe, lungs, and of course teeth.
Z is for zodiac sign: taurus.
To be fair, not all of them were losers. Most of them, however, were wimps. The kind of guy who can't tell you to your face when he wants to break up with you. Couple that with a decidedly unfeminist desire to be the one on the receiving end of all phone calls with a man, and you get a girl who freaks when someone doesn't call when they are supposed to.
I utterly despise all of these neuroses, and I really hate letting them show. Which, of course, I just did with the boy. And now I set off a whole new set of neuroses about, "Oh, now he won't like me because I let on some of my issues."
Well, I've got books full of issues. Most of which stem from many years ago, when I was a completely different (much more dependent) person. I haven't really dated in over two years. I don't really know what's going on with the boy, or what I want to be going on. I feel like I've fucked up already, though, and I hate that--even though I can see already that he's not someone I'd spend a long time with.
He's a cool guy, kissing him is fun, we like a lot of the same things, but...you know how you can just tell?
Anyway, that doesn't mean we can't have fun and be friends and all that stuff.
I'm just neurotic about the phone call thing.
Instead of waiting for phone calls (or doing the work I should be doing) I'm going to extend something fun that punt, Coco, and strawbettie have started...
A is for age: 24
B is for booze: Jameson. red stripe. harp. carlsberg. newcastle.
C is for career: journalist.
D is for dad's name: Charles
E is for essential items to bring to a party: hot shoes.
F is for favorite song at the moment: Lucero, "The Last Song"
G is for girlfriend: I'm mostly a straight girl. no GF. though there's a few that might convince me.
H is for hometown: canton, MA.
I is for instruments you play: none.
J is for jam or jelly you like: strawberry.
K is for kids: no thanks.
L is for living arrangements: parents. ugh.
M is for mom's name: Sandra
N is for name of a friend: Gillian
O is for overnight hospital stays: asthma attack.
P is for phobias: nothing really a phobia. spiders gross me out.
Q is for quote you like: "Groupies are for rock stars. I'm not a rock star."
R is for relationship that lasted longest: off & on for 4 years
S is for sexual position: must do some research again. i've forgotten.
T is for time you wake up: 7:30
U is for unique trait/feature: my eyebrows are two different shapes.
V is for vegetable you love: broccoli
W is for worst trait//feature:fears.
X is for x-rays you've had: toe, lungs, and of course teeth.
Z is for zodiac sign: taurus.
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Oh there shall be revenge.
Wait until tuesday.
Just you wait!