Sherrie
Apparently, (and by "apparently" I mean "according to the last string
of guys I broke it off with") I am a Heartless Bitch because I am capable of
sleeping with a guy and not falling completely in love with him.
I tend to think of dating as a distilling process, and distillation takes
more than just one date. It takes several in-depth and genuinely open
discussions, and if, after the distillation process, you were found wanting,
lacking in basic social skill, not nearly as educated as you'd like others to
think, overtly manipulative, insecure, materially obsessive and simultaneously
financially unstable, or just generally fucked up in the head because you think
your daddy didn't pay enough attention to you, then I'm going to have to let you
loose to prey on far lesser, weaker, and dumber than me. No offense, I'm
sure some wonderful woman out there is desperately seeking the world over and
filtering the internet daily looking for an insincere, old-fashioned kind of guy
who could fuck up the working parts of a brick. That person, however, is
not me.
Now, if during the said distillation process I had sex with you and left
you feeling vaguely vulnerable and expecting more than what I am giving you,
please, allow me to expand your horizons just a bit, as 36 years of life have so
far been unable to. YOU did not do something right, say the right thing,
make the right moves, buy the right dinner, or get me drunk enough to sleep with
you. I decided that I wanted to have sex, and you were lucky enough to be the
person with whom I decided to share my admittedly honed ability. To make
this a little clearer, since I have spoken to you before, and I am aware of how
cloudy that little empty space you call your mind can get, I FUCKED YOU because
I wanted to, not because you were some exceptional specimen of the male
sex. Get over yourself. Sometimes girls get horny, too. I'm
not going to wake up the next morning and cook you breakfast, kiss you every
times I see you, poke holes in your condoms because I'm just dying to bear your
seed, or write home to mommy about you. I wanted it, I got it, end of
story.
I know this may be confusing for you. You were taught that women were
emotional, that they would get attached if you let them, and that they were
lining up around the corner to be your new little homemaker. Well,
thankfully for you, science has proven that you can teach an old dog new
tricks. Let's just hope are capable of raising the bar to canine
standards.
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