the gorgeous bahamian artist turned out to be an unemployed 34-year-old with no electricity and a daughter somewhere out in the world. great conversation, delicious eye candy, but as far as stability and commitment? goodbye.
the 23-year-old football player with a killer body and even better kisses turned out to only want me for one thing....which is pretty much the one thing that every other 23-year-old male (and 24, 25, 26 and 27-year-old male) wants out of a woman. beautiful and fun to be around, yes, but i refuse to be yet another notch on someone's widdled down bedpost.
and the goofy grey-haired white guy turned out to be "that guy" at saturday night's party-- planting a few sloppy gross ones on me and then proceeding to get inebriated to the point of vomiting outside the car window on the way home.
(i only give this one a half a failure point, because he is gainfully employed, sans children, he voted for obama, and, let's face it-- i've been there with my head outside the car window a time or two.)
needless to say, i'm not feeling very optimistic these days.
3 comments:
oh honey, the men you meet! can't lie - that last one made me lol.
i think you need a break. and a liter of vodka.
:)
this morning i saw a hand painted sign propped up on main street in amery advertising singing valentines. i wonder if they'll (he'll?) travel...
girrrrrrl,
you need a new crowd to choose out of :)
[but that made for a funny post]
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