Unlike my other horror dating stories or my usual break ups, this one was my call. Though tongue ring really tried and spent a lot of time with me, i just felt something wasn’t quite right. I just thought we didn’t have enough in common and I really didn’t want to waste both our times.
Even though I pulled the plug, I still feel like shit. I literally cried one whole weekend day and am now in a very mopey mood. I just hate the thought of hurting someone. I feel bad that maybe tongue ring thought we had something and I just didn’t. Is this all my fault? Am I the weird one? Am I just not good at relationships? I don’t know. All I know is that everyone around me is magically falling in-love and getting married and I’m not.
Honestly my threshold for worry is at an all time high about being alone forever. When I worry this much I usually just roll over and take a nap. This time I’m going to to try and remove myself from all the social pressures. If I’m going to be single forever I just am. We don’t know what life has in store and honestly I don’t care. I just don’t want to worry anymore or force anything.
I know that every time one of my friends post a cute couply photo this summer I’m going to feel it. Every time one of my friends get engaged or talk about getting engaged I’m going to feel it. I’m going to feel lonely as shit. I already am, it almost makes me regret my decision but why be with someone when you aren’t 100% feeling it, when they could be spending that time with they’re Mrs. Right.
So what will I do all summer, while everyone is off with they’re other halves? Work on me, catch up on all things TV, learn how to knit, go to the gym? I don’t know, I have a long winding single summer ahead of me. The possibilities are endless lol.
Side note; If Meghan can find her prince at 36, why can’t I? Maybe the lucky number is 36. After that I will be royally screwed. Also I’m no where close to 36 ya’ll so calm down.
Golden Rule: I Suck.
Tips for Guys: I Suck.
While I’m sure you’ve already heard some trite variation of “you’ll be fine”, the guy was a flaming douchebag. I don’t mean lowkey “oh he’s irresponsible” sort that casually forgets dates and isn’t welcomed around family. Any guy who is so painfully high on his own ego that he can convince himself that a fucking neck tattoo with Asian characters is a good idea and proceeds to double down with a tongue ring is only a few fireballs away from some felony charges and, even more, embarrassing memories. You’ll live- and live well at that.