I have PMS, or a version of it that occurs during -- DMS? Anyway, I am definitely not a happy camper so I'll keep this short. The Lawyer and I spoke for about 2 minutes on Sunday, and although we've traded an email or text here or there, I have not spoken to him since...not by choice, just because he doesn't seem to have any time. I asked him to do something today before I go away for work next week, but he says he is not feeling well and he's not sure. I wonder if he is lying. I am sad that I have to wonder that. I am sad that I have to do fucking everything alone all the time. Really. It makes me want to smoke pot and eat pizza, but I can't do that, so what? What can I do?
ANYway, why would someone call me constantly and ask me out everyday, then stop? Well according to Sex in the City and whoever wrote that book -- maybe he's just not that into me. Maybe not...and before I get sad about that, I will recognize that really goes both ways. I am willing to get to know him better, but I know that unless he unveils a more interesting personality, he won't be right anyway.
There is a lot of smoke in mirrors in this dating game. I might have to call off the search soon.
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Hey girl,
First, any guy who has the audacity to ask you if he can see your tits before going into a nice dinner date (before you've even shagged) is a classless ass and not worth your time (and certainly not your gorgeous boobs!)
For what it's worth, I get it.
So I'll tell you what my friends tell me in times like these:
Keep the faith.
It only takes one.
It's not you.
It's his loss.
You've just had back luck.
It WILL happen for you.
...Yeah, never really makes me feel better, either. ;) So I say smoke up, and give Papa Gino a call.
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