Indulge me a moment…
A year ago today… was a bad day, a very bad day. The first of a series of monstrously horrible days for about 2 months. Blah blah blah, no one cares, I know. Anyways, chin up, a year has passed and I’m a thousand times happier and a little bit wiser. The main thing I’ve learned about myself and men over the years: I pick the wrong ones. I pick assholes with completely opposite values and views on life (not always, there’s been some gems).
So duh, it may seem obvious, but I should probably stop dating: racists, bigots, Catholics or super religious dudes, sexists, card-carrying misogynists, guys against abortion on principle but would want me to get one if the occasion arises, ultra-conservatives, pacifists (just ‘cause they’re annoying), those with no real passions or opinions, anyone who calls all women “crazy, period,” any guy who sleeps with someone quickly and then calls her a slut (it takes two buddy), narcissists, future surgeons with playing God complexes, alcoholics, drug addicts, rednecks … and that’s all I can think of right now, but almost every guy I’ve associated myself with in that way, has fit into one or more of these categories. Some were great guys despite these flaws, but some were just total mistakes on my part.
My bad. Live and learn right?
