After reading my mother's dating advice books (in case you
were unaware, she gave them to me
because she apparently really wants her grandbabies: in a fit of rage stemming from my
frustration with men, I told her never to expect grandkids), I've realized that although it's
incredibly fun to bash the hell out of my ex-boyfriends for being as shitty as they were and for all
the heartache they put me through, I myself, am first to
blame. Those inconsiderate bastards put me through hell and back. But I let them. While my
heart was so happy it had someone to love, my gut instinct was that these guys were no good from
the start. But I tried so hard, even sacrificed myself, in hopes that if I was good to these
guys, I could "win them over" or some other bullshit idea like that. But no, I would just end up
extremely screwed over, and
dumped in very inconsiderate ways.
And I admit, I have had
the worst dating life... ever. But it's constantly getting less worse as I gain more confidence.
So instead of dwelling on my previous mistakes, I'm going to get me some more
:GiRL PoWeR:
(only I'll attempt to be less obnoxious that the Spice Girls about it).
Also, it's best that I stop bashing exes on here now, because I could see where some guy
who was interest in delightfully sarcastic, little-old me would be afraid of ending up on the
"Asshole Wall of Fame." So relax fellas. Just fill out an
application and I'll get back to you.
As far as my friends are concerned, I'm working to get them to see the light, but it was a
long, drawn-out process for me... so I'm not pushing anyone faster than their own pace. So as
long as they are still hurt and angry, bitter and salty, I'll be down there dissing the hell out
of their exes right along with them. See:
