I know. I know. I've been absent! It's been busy, and I don't have internet...I disconnected it for financial reasons. Ahhh, poorness. It's great.
Well, I adore the girlfriend. Really, truly I do. But her (ex?) boyfriend is so much drama. For crying out loud, fuck shit, he talks to her like she's dirt, then makes her cry when they break up. He tried telling her that she couldn't do anything sexual with me unless he was there, but I laughed. Oh, how I laughed. And then I told her that I didn't need a babysitter and neither did she. I wasn't buckling for some 23-year-old dipfuck because he was insecure. If he weren't such a fuckhead, he might've had a chance at some (and I repeat, some) involvment. But, no. No again. Funny, fuckface. And now he tells her he found a 17-year-old with a baby to fuck, this girl she knows. My girl think she's lost something, but she hasn't. I hate these southern mentalities that every boyfriend is a potential husband. Fuck that. I'm not stupid. I refuse to date with an end in sight. When it happens, it happens. Until then, I'm going to enjoy the company. Dating isn't a trip with an end, but just a long Sunday drive. Some good, some awful, some great, some passable.
Enough. I hope she works it out, because as cute as she is, and I love her to death, I'm not dealing with his shit. Hers is plenty.
Well, I adore the girlfriend. Really, truly I do. But her (ex?) boyfriend is so much drama. For crying out loud, fuck shit, he talks to her like she's dirt, then makes her cry when they break up. He tried telling her that she couldn't do anything sexual with me unless he was there, but I laughed. Oh, how I laughed. And then I told her that I didn't need a babysitter and neither did she. I wasn't buckling for some 23-year-old dipfuck because he was insecure. If he weren't such a fuckhead, he might've had a chance at some (and I repeat, some) involvment. But, no. No again. Funny, fuckface. And now he tells her he found a 17-year-old with a baby to fuck, this girl she knows. My girl think she's lost something, but she hasn't. I hate these southern mentalities that every boyfriend is a potential husband. Fuck that. I'm not stupid. I refuse to date with an end in sight. When it happens, it happens. Until then, I'm going to enjoy the company. Dating isn't a trip with an end, but just a long Sunday drive. Some good, some awful, some great, some passable.
Enough. I hope she works it out, because as cute as she is, and I love her to death, I'm not dealing with his shit. Hers is plenty.