What a urethra. Apparently a lot of guys are enormous pansies about being forward with a woman when it comes to pursuing or not pursuing a relationship and are somehow actually moronic enough to think they're doing them a favor, I'm finding out. I just finished basically emotionally murdering my...well, not even a friend, a friendly acquaintance, because he was sobbing to me that he's having SUCH A HARD TIME letting this girl down. So, I'm thinking it's like...they went on a date (or even a few) and it didn't go well and he feels bad. Mm...nope...apparently they've been 'dating' for
FIVE MONTHS and he's been seeing other women and leading her on and being close with her and
getting closer but he...uh...can't 'bring himself' to let her down...!?!? I basically told him he's a pathetic (...cocksuckingassholebitchwhoretwatface) little fuck-tard who should have his genitals slowly sawed off with a rusty butter knife. Then he has the gall to look at me as if he's stunned, all "Oh, really bro?". Yes. Brobitch. Fucking really. *farts on face* How completely brain dead do you have to be to even consider that being, in any realm, in any fucking universe...acceptable?
I know the girl too, that's what makes me go all Freddy Krueger; she goes to the AA group I do, she's had some one-on-one's with me talking things out and thus I've gotten to know her if ever so slightly. She is very sweet and very shy, but also one of the most straight-forward, brutally honest people you'll meet. Thing is, the guy...on the outside...seems to be this really nice guy as well, very respectful and reserved (though I don't know him all that well...I mean, obviously). Then he randomly comes to me with this shit...and we've spoken like four times. What a fucking shit stain. I haven't been that pissed off whilst sober in a long, long time. Legitimately wanted to grab him by the balls and squeeze until I felt a
*POP*.
*Ahem* Aaaannnnyway....
I know where you're coming from, Jackie; and on behalf of all the quivering, confused, emotionally timid assholes out there, I apologize for their tiny, useless little brains and their twisted emotion. Fuck that noise, there's nothing worse than being blindsided. Those dung-beetles don't deserve you. YOU'RE A BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY. ONTO THE NEXT!
I am staying single for such a long fucking time and I am going to spend so much god damn money on my right hand. Dates, ballgames, movies. We're doing it all. Just you and me, Bartholomieu. With a big-ass smile.