I've never had patience, never ever ever. I was that crazy kid that looked like someone fed them ecstasy and was screaming their head off all the time and was a parents worst nightmare of a play date.
patience was never my virtue.
But as I have grown older patience has come to me out of pride. I see girl obsessing and throwing themselves at guys and I think to my self "why doesn't anyone tell these girls they look like fools. " Since I realized that in high school I have always subconsciously played hard to get. I never text first, I never hound a guy, I take what they're saying at face value 100% of the time- and here I am now, with more guys then I can handle and more stories then I can even remember to tell.
This patience subject has a point I promise-
Tim came back the old bastard. After I completely wrote him off too. I sent him one nasty text message that made me feel satisfied, throwing around all the good words, asshole, incompetent, bitch and then just deleted his number. Deleted to the point that I had no recent calls, no voicemails no nothing. two weeks later don't I get a drunk text on a Wednesday night with one word:
why
why? really?? why- thats what your jump off point is going to be? alrite I can fuck with that. After some sarcastic text messages that aren't even interesting enough to disclose he wanted to hang out- but thank god I was busy for the weekend, even more hard to get.
we ended up hanging out one random week night and just catching up but I with held the sex card. No ones going to ignore me for 3 weeks and think I'm going to jump their bones the second they start talking to me again even if he is a tall cute basketball player and now he is up my ass like a dog in heat- you would think the kid is 14 years old again.
I'm in jersey shore this weekend so everyone pray for me please- as for Tim, guess he'll just have to wait for my drunk text message back.
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We're told to recycle, to help the enviornment, to protect our children and their future earth, and hell it even makes us feel a little better about ourselves. My favorite thing to recycle? Boys
Now I have my fair share of ex-boyfriends and I never thought about "recycling" until I became completely single a little over a year and a half ago. I ran into one of my ex's and just started up an innocent conversation. What started as a conversation ended in the bedroom, right where we left off.
I didn't need a text the next morning, some empty promise of hanging out. I had had my fill and and I was completely satisfied. I already knew what a shitty boyfriend he was so there was no lusting after him that way. It was a balance for the emotionless and I had it down to a tee. What was I doing just stopping at one ex-boyfriend? I had them all over the island, hell I had them all up and down the east coast!
"Recycling" was a term I cannot even take credit for. My friends all laugh at me because it was such a nonchalant action. It became a bad habit. It was my go-to. I didn't bring a guy home that night? Not a problem- I had an ex-boyfriend most likely within a 10-mile radius that I could be with that night. It made me lazy in my man hunt, that is until i did the big no-no.
My "NYC" ex was always a convenient crash pad. Hoboken Irish Day? perfect. Yankees Day Parade? I'm passing out there. I didn't have to worry about a train home, I had guaranteed sex, and usually a meal squeezed in there somewhere along with a bed to sleep in. But somewhere between those drunk stumblings through the east village and incoherent cab rides I started liking him again, like really liking him, like dating liking him.
Fool me once, shame on you- fool me twice, shame on me. It's practically my moral code. I never go back to ex-boyfriends. But here I am with NYC in an "exclusive" hook up (i know what are we 12?) But I cannot date someone again. "its called a break up for a reason", "he's not that into you" , how many books do I have to read in order to get the hint? Society tells us no- but here I am commuting the city every other weekend to see my ex? (current?) boyfriend.
I always thought recycling would do me some good but it looks like I'm the one eating shit now. I should be all happy I'm in a steady relationship but to me its a little ticking time bomb that's going to erupt into something bigger then the BP oil spill, but I'm sure I'll have plenty of recyclables around to help clean me up after
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