Huh...
This weekend was a bit crazy. I didn't come home for three days, staying at a friends house with about $150 of various bbq foods and pasta dishes, a few Tigers games, and lots of random people hanging out. We completely embraced the hot, muggy Michigan summer by shutting down the central air and opening the windows, using strategically placed fans to keep the place cool. I've got a knack for breeze logistics.
So it turns out that a girl I really liked was "more than likely" seeing some other guy while I was trying to date her. I say trying because she never really put forth a huge amount of effort on her part. I guess I don't give to shits about it at this point, and I sort of have my eye on someone else anyway, but it just bothers me that she couldn't be honest. It got to a point where she basically forced me to admit that I was frustrated and just wanted to give up so she could get out of things with me. Like I said, I don't care about her seeing some other guys all that much, whatever, but don't insult my intelligence like that. I knew something was up and she wouldn't admit it, so I had to piece together bits of information I got and realized for myself that I was right. Why do that? Honesty is such a forgotten art with people.
I'm leveled out with the pills already (they do hit some people faster than others, seems I'm one of the former) but I don't really like the side effects I'm experiencing. I get these random moments of absolutely crippling fatigue where I just need to stop whatever I'm doing and lay down. Sort of annoying. I also space out a lot, but I think that's tied into the fatigue. My sexual appetite has dropped a whole lot in the last week, but I don't care too much about that since I can't think of a single girl interested in fucking me right now, so whatever. Not wanting sex is actually a plus in that situation, when you think about it.
Hope you USA kids enjoyed the holiday weekend. Not sure if Canada had something as well, but if not, hope you enjoyed the weekend anyway.
This weekend was a bit crazy. I didn't come home for three days, staying at a friends house with about $150 of various bbq foods and pasta dishes, a few Tigers games, and lots of random people hanging out. We completely embraced the hot, muggy Michigan summer by shutting down the central air and opening the windows, using strategically placed fans to keep the place cool. I've got a knack for breeze logistics.
So it turns out that a girl I really liked was "more than likely" seeing some other guy while I was trying to date her. I say trying because she never really put forth a huge amount of effort on her part. I guess I don't give to shits about it at this point, and I sort of have my eye on someone else anyway, but it just bothers me that she couldn't be honest. It got to a point where she basically forced me to admit that I was frustrated and just wanted to give up so she could get out of things with me. Like I said, I don't care about her seeing some other guys all that much, whatever, but don't insult my intelligence like that. I knew something was up and she wouldn't admit it, so I had to piece together bits of information I got and realized for myself that I was right. Why do that? Honesty is such a forgotten art with people.
I'm leveled out with the pills already (they do hit some people faster than others, seems I'm one of the former) but I don't really like the side effects I'm experiencing. I get these random moments of absolutely crippling fatigue where I just need to stop whatever I'm doing and lay down. Sort of annoying. I also space out a lot, but I think that's tied into the fatigue. My sexual appetite has dropped a whole lot in the last week, but I don't care too much about that since I can't think of a single girl interested in fucking me right now, so whatever. Not wanting sex is actually a plus in that situation, when you think about it.
Hope you USA kids enjoyed the holiday weekend. Not sure if Canada had something as well, but if not, hope you enjoyed the weekend anyway.
Bummer about the chick and the pills, but you're right about the low libido being a good thing.