The BEST kind...

So I have come to learn that i am apaearntly a two ting whore. And that it is  so amusing to people in life that's it's worth one of those awkward let's hug it out situations. 

Where oh where can I begin.... 

Let me just start by saying had I been a live witness I would gladly take this rusty shopping cart and tell you exactly where to shove it. 

So because I feel like there are many men out there with this issue let me explain the difference between men and woman and that creepy dude who a stalker complex...not to mention a special kind of women it takes to basically act the same way....

A few months back I had a boyfriend, literally for like a minute. 

And oh god damn the havvock we wrecked for finding joy in each other's company. It took me a year to date again,  and to actually find a person who finally made me see past the hot damn mess before him. 

So god forbid the people who "loved" me could oh I don't know be happy for me, but no that was not the case, 

But frankly I am over that, and it is not even my point really... 

Back to my point.. When I moved out here I knew basically no one. My best friend that I had spent basically ever waking minute with left for a year and the other had a boyfriend and was infatuated.. 

So when some aquatance asked me five thousand times if I want to get coffee I thought okay.. I literally have nothing else to do tonight and to be honest I am bored. 

Big mistake.

Sweet baby superman. 

So let me explain to all the "that guy's" in this world.. Talking to you ONE time because you're a persistent little shit and then dating a guy like seriously weeks later, who was very well aware of the level of creeper you had reached with me doesn't not under any circumstance that I or any woman for that matter was "talking" to both of you at the same time. For the love of god take yourself down a notch or six. 

But what really makes me laugh probably harder then is appropriate, is that fact that while yes said guy was absolutely splendid- we dated for a shorter amount of time then children in middle school. And that grudges are still being held 6 months later. 

Here's a fun fact- get the fuck over it, and yourself for that matter. 

If you seriously have that sad of a life that you are mad at at me for for dating a boy with a sweet car.. Seek counseling because you are not only one of the most childish people in the world but frankly you just kind of need a fucking life. 

There is probably one person in this world who could be mad about it.. But even them not so much and let's be honest she's a ditch pig anyways. 

Get over it. 

For real. 

But real no really.. 

It was six months ago. 

I've had sex last longer then that "relationship" 

If he and I can be over it 

So can you. 

Because not doing soaked you weird on an even creepier level. 

AND OH! 

One fucking other thing. 

Why is he getting hugs and shit.. Indont get hugs. 

Ever hear of a double standard?