I don’t care where you come from, how much money you have or if you’re a total nerd. Chilling in the sun watching him skate down Broadway. Sitting on the steps of the Post Office on 8th ave. Riding bikes through Greenpoint and eating whoopie pies in the park. We played basketball, got Fro Yo, had a general great time.
All I really want is someone who makes me laugh, has my back and gives amazing makeouts. You can be broke, 5’4″ and work at the coffee shop and I’ll still fall in love with you if you are funny, have a full head of hair and great style. Driving over the Williamsburg Bridge during sunset while holding your hand and listening to Huey Lewis and the News!? And yet somehow as soon as we were alone he shoved his tongue down my throat like an animal and had no sense of grace. With all this bullshit you’d think I’d be completely over dating, but in fact it is the opposite.
I am an elusive mythical creature, or so I’ve been told. (Does he even realize how hot springtime make outs are with me!? hanging from my neck, googled me so he could contact me and told me how beautiful I was and that I made his day. There’s always a new weirdo waiting to fuck you over in New York City!
A young man happens by and says “Hey, do you work at The Meatball Shop?
” Seeing as how we were no where near Brooklyn, I was caught off guard but intrigued. He seemed cool and kinda cute, so when he asked me out I said yes. I enjoyed kissing him but there was no way I was sleeping with this dude. He’d text me in the morning, he’d text me good night.
I enjoy a little rough as much as the next girl, but when I see actual finger marks from where you dug in to the fleshy part of my thighs and thumb prints on the side of my chin?? It’s not like he was reading my cues wrong, cause I was in a band for about a month and the first song I ever covered was Kiss with a Fist. I tried to tell him that I really was interested, and that I was obsessed with how he smelled, but it’d be cool if he could calm down a little. I call in obsessive sociopaths that want to scandalize me. I once abandoned a totally adorable, complete gentleman who was cuban and fantastic in bed because one night on our walk home there was a mirror on the sidewalk that I wanted to reclaim and he said “…but that’s someone’s garbage.” Furthermore, when I broke it off with him, I did what every self respecting adult does : I just stopped returning his calls!
I gave him the weekend to chill, and then I emailed on Tuesday. They always seem like a good time at first, but then they realize I am this vibrant loving creature they can’t bear to harm and they self destruct. None of this “We’d be amazing together someday, just not now” nonsense. I have astonishingly low standards for a woman of my caliber. Speaking of good “dates” that reminds me of the time I spent the day with a good friend for his birthday. Our buddy has a car, so he drove us all over the city.
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My piece in the Guardian: Stop trying to save people Please Share.
I don’t ask that often but I really feel strong about this.“Saving someone” is an arrogant presumption that you know what is best for others. My doctor’s office just called with all my blood work results from my physical, including STD testing. I can’t even remember what she said other than vitamin D sounded like HIV and that I was positive.
I almost fainted until I asked her to repeat it and she said I needed to start taking vitamin D and all my other results were normal or negative.
Nyní se můžete podívat na fotky žen žijící ve vašem okolí.
Ještě jednou vás žádáme, abyste uchovali jejich totožnost v utajení.
When I first started dating the Rugby Boy, I can remember genuinely trying to decide if I wanted to stay single or not.