So About All This

That's it. I'm done.

I've spent most of my life wondering what it would be like to be single, to be dating casually and sleeping around with anyone I want. And in some exceptions, it's been incredibly fun. I've had some lovely first kisses. Some incredibly enjoyable sex. Some fantastic dates.

But on the whole, it's just been a lot of pain-in-the-ass meddling and heartahce. Certainly a helluva lot more trouble than its worth.

I guess I always took for granted that there would be good guys out there, ones that I could find. So I used a lot of men, slept around a lot, messed with people's emotions. And now I'm realizing how disappointing it all is.

People are stupid. Most men that I've met aren't as smart or as funny as me. Or else they don't know how to make me a priority. Or else they cancel a lot. Or else they're not okay with my personality. And all that's lead to is disappointment when every single man I've met has slowly, but surely, turned out to be so much less than I expected.

But that's okay.


I'm okay.

I just think I'm rapidly growing tired of it.