Monday, November 30, 2015

How dare he... OR How dare I.

It has been quite awhile since I last blogged.  I sometimes forget how cathartic it can be to spill one's beans during that special moment when everything you feel is exposed and raw. Kind of like exposed nerves.  I am going to share my story.  

There's this guy.  I met this guy online during the summer on one of those sites where one can find plenty of fish.  I remember meeting him the first time, it was rather awkward.  At any rate, bumping of the hips happened and once more after that.  In between there was a lot of ridiculous texting because he wanted to hook up again.  I am very attached to my sweet solitude and well, let's just say for me to give up a Marsha day for some guy, that mofo has to be pretty special.  No joke.  At any rate, I had said forget it and didn't care to re-connect with him as he is very distant and closed off.  Basically emotionally unavailable.  To be honest, I am not tolerant of this kind of b.s. and I am not going to break anyone's fucking walls down (this sentence is going to seem hypocritical as I continue my story).  Oooook... so, he reaches out to me on the online date site we initially met on.  I can honestly say,  that I had no desire to date him but a caring and compassionate friends with benefits would be nice.  There was zero connection, no electricity, nothing.  My inner wild woman was telling me, some things just are not meant to be, plus it just didn't feel right.