Re: oh dear
mariposa420 said:
It's over 100 degrees here today, ugh.
We seem to get our summer in September and October, and I hope I don't have to deal with another month of this.
Welcome to SF Indian Summer. %)
Thankfully, the weather has let up and it feels like fall again.
These days I feel so highly romantic, and yet so jaded at the same time. Recent dissappointments: Met guy at bar and ended up in bed with him. It seemed like a good idea since the conversation was going so well. ("You like the Pixies? I
loooooove the pixies!!" "You're cute, and I hope you don't think I'm psycho." "Look at you and your two-tone wingtips, you're probably the coolest person in the place!!" and lots more excited drunken banter).
It's like I ask for trouble. It's like I know better than to give people the benefit of the doubt. I work in the complete opposite way that most urban dwellers work. I meet someone and give them all the credit in the world until they start doing things to make me doubt them. The ex said I was "too willing to believe in the goodness of the world." He was so bitter I didn't believe him really.
But it's true. Most people build trust slowly. I'll trust the next guy who compliments my shoes.
And I guess because of wanting something new, so badly. Something exciting and something good...something that sings and something that puts my heart in my throat...
Well, the night was good. The following get together 2 days later? Not so much.
I've been made to feel cheap before, but because I thought we were so much alike (Cancers-unite!! We're both crabs and horribly romantic) that I wasn't prepared for him to bail an hour after sex.
He came back from the bathroom around 10PM that night, got into my bed, but not under the covers and handed over some lame ass excuse about how he had to go and find his brother, who was upset earlier, and make sure he was ok.
I guess my face did something, twitched or my lip may have quivered because he immeadiately was like, "No, no, no, don't do that."
I gave myself away before I could control it. I was so comfortable with him there were no defensive mechanisms up, and I guess when he said he had to go, my face said:
Don't go or I'll cry.
I ultimately felt lame for being sad and not being able to hide it. I felt like such a
girl. I've been bailed on before and used to just rollover in bed like
"Great, now I can have the whole bed to myself! Smell ya later!!"
I then made the solemn promise to not give up the booty till I was sure that the person I was giving it to was worthy of it.
That is,unless, I'm just looking for a booty call and nothing more.
But lately, the booty call isn't worth it. And somedays you wish that maybe some guy would want more than your booty anyway.
My booty has been feeling so cheap as of late. I've been very outgoing and very daring in meeting new people and I thought it was all because the bed's been cold and empty lately...when in reality, the heart's been cold and empty for a much longer time...
Need to rectify that. Need to...need to... too many things to need these days.