May 26, 2013 I got the call. The dreaded call that no one ever wants to receive. The call that turns your world upside down and changes you forever.
I did however celebrate Valentine’s Day once and it wasn’t that bad. It all started with what was supposed to be a one night stand, don’t judge me we all do it, the guy was shall we say a “gift from a friend” on an evening when I was in particular need of male companionship. My bestie knew someone who was single and thought we’d hit it off so he set it up and well the one night stand turned into something more serious for a bit and we happened to be together on Valentine’s Day.
Most people just throw the word around like candy and often use love interchangeably with lust and the meaning of the word has really gotten lost somewhere in translation.
Most of the time people will say it because they think they should, they’ll say it because they think someone wants to hear it but do they ever really mean it?
This past weekend I attended a party that now I’m kind of wishing I hadn’t. I was invited over a month ago and at the time even though I was super hesitant about saying yes, the person doing the inviting was important to me so I did say yes. As the date drew nearer I was having second thoughts but he said he wanted me to be there so I wrangled a friend into going with me and I showed up
If you’re single you’re viewed as being flawed or damaged in someway. You get the constant, “Oh, you’re still single.” accompanied by the pity smile every time you head to an event solo. Maybe you come from a family who can’t deal with your single-ness and every family gathering turns into a discussion about how you aren’t getting any younger and you need to find a good man before you loose your looks and no one wants you anymore.
I have many issues, I don’t trust easily and it can take me months before I’ll let my guard down even a little. Like pretty much anyone else in the world who has ever been on a date I’ve been hurt, I’ve been used and I’ve been let down.
I apparently have a “type”. Not that I’m saying all men are the same but the ones I meet kind of are.