MORE BREAK UP GIRL GOODNESS AFTER THE JUMP
My mother has this theory that you should never gamble with something, if you aren’t prepared to lose it. Could that be true? You can walk away from the gambling table with more than what you came with. And you can also lose more than you thought you had. This time around when I head back out there, I will do things right. I am going to forget about all the past discrepancies of my life.
I am not going to flirt with every male waiter. I am not going to sleep with my girl friends interests. (That was only once, and he never called her, and after I fucked him, he didn’t call me, I was trying to show her that it wasn’t her, he just doesn’t call girls back. I figured I was doing her a favor.). I am going to read all insturction manuals. I am not going to date men that wear white pants. Or take longer to do their hair than it takes me. I am going to clue in when a guy says that he will only fuck his ex girl friends if they have had something new done. (My ex dumped this poor little 19 year old, after that she developed cervical cancer, and then when she had no uterus, he fucked her.)(Ding Dong, Big Clue!!). I will never follow threw with small dick sex. I will just quietly get up and say that my previous gas problem has just returned. I will call it like it is. As I used to do, before I met mind-fuck-ex. I mean honestly who buys matching rings, and then when things get weird he takes mine back. Isn’t that called an Indian giver? When I asked him about it, he was like, “well I was going to engrave the rings, size them properly so that you and I can both wear them”. After he played Frodo with the ring, I figured I was never going to see the ring again. And I haven’t.