You’re a douchebag,and I am too

On this Valentines Day, I sat alone and came to a pretty basic realization that yes, bitches are crazy but it’s 100% our fault. (men). It’s our fault as men that they act the way they do. It’s our fault as men for their untrusting behavior and skepticism towards dating and love. We fuck with your minds, tell you lies, and expect that you’ll be ok with all of that. No wonder women are out of their minds. We’ve been conditioning them to expect to be degraded, cheated on, and all around fucked with.

You know, I am definitely not boasting or bragging and certainly not proud of the fact that I’ve played my fair share of women. And you know what, I’ve been played myself. That shit sucks. You live and you learn though. And ultimately, the games, the lying, the cheating, the bullshit, that’s what fucks people up long term. You can’t blame someone for being irrational or untrusting when they deal with what some of us have dealt with in our dating lives. But at the end of the day, who’s to blame?

My feeling is insecurity. Insecurity is at the root of every lie, cheat, hit, etc. Someone’s uncomfortability  in their own skin is ultimately at play in these instances. A cheater cheats not because they’re necessarily a horrible person although one would argue they are. A person cheats for that feeling of wanting. For that desirability only gained through a sexual conquest. A lot of times people don’t cheat for any reason other then the opportunity presents itself. It’s a marvelous thing to be wanted. It makes people do things they certainly will regret later.

What it really boils down to though is mens ability to alter a woman’s self worth. A woman’s ego, and her entire ability to trust or love. Break that once, and I’m sure it’s rare to find fixed again. When men lie, cheat, and in the worst cases physically and verbally abuse a woman we are breaking them down to a worthless feeling that I’m not sure I could ever understand. Men who do these acts are pathetic. And sadly, men have ruined women for years and it takes a lot of help to get back to being able to trust and feel worthy of love again. The point I’m trying to make here is that everyone is guilty of misdeeds. Everyone is guilty of fucking up. But to often and to common is a broken woman. This is unacceptable and downright sad. Everyone has the ability to make or break a person. If you’re incapable of loving someone I get it, but don’t break someone because you can.

Thankful

There’s always that lengthy duration of sadness, regret, and fear when a relationship ends. You look back at the time spent and wonder what you could have done differently. Was there anything more you could do? Was she the one? Was your inability to adapt the driving wedge? You take an extra hard look at what has transpired over the course of the relationship and ultimately you’re just left with more questions than answers. At the end of the day for me, I’m left with sadness because I just lost someone I obviously cared deeply about but more so I’m left with an overwhelming feeling of thankfulness.

I know that thankfulness would be an odd feeling to have once a relationship is over. Especially depending upon how badly things ended. But for me, at least this time around, I’m thankful. Why you might ask? This girl, amongst all the many women in my life fundamentally changed who I am and how I act. Truthfully I waited my whole life to meet her. I waited this long to absolutely head over heels fall in love with someone and I’m glad that I had it and I’m even more glad of who I had it with. It’s a special thing love. It really is. It’s not something that you can force and it’s not something you can plan but sometimes you just end up stumbling into something great even if it doesn’t work out.

For me, I’m going to really take a moment and look back at the awesome times we had. The first kiss, the first dinner, date, everything. I’m going to look back at all of that with such fond memories that even if I’m not in the greatest of places today, tomorrow I know I’m going to be glad I shared them. You don’t plan on breaking up with someone when you get together. You don’t plan on things not working out and perhaps that’s why it’s so hard to let someone go. All you do is see the good times the great moments you shared. That’s why breaking up is hard to do. But as a relationship wears on I think you realize more and more whether this is a person you can spend the rest of your life with or not. And for me, I’m not entirely sure I got the opportunity to answer that question but the seperation will inevitably be the thing that makes me realize for better or for worse, what we had was special.

I don’t pretend to have the answers. In actuality I probably have none. I only own my life experiences and ups and downs and the feelings that are associated with them. For the time being I’m going to appreciate that I’m sad. I’m going to accept that I’m upset because you know what? All that really means is that what we shared was real. That what we had meant something. I’d rather feel like shit any day of the week to know that the time I spent with someone wasn’t for nothing. As funny as it sounds, I’m thankful for this broken heart, I’m thankful for this feeling of shit because I know deep down that she’s changed me. And I’m better off for it.

For a while there I thought it’d be unlikely I fall in love. For a while I honestly felt as if I was going to be a single bachelor my whole life and you know the truth of the matter is I didn’t necessarily mind that. I was worried that I lacked the fundamental capabilities to love someone. And now I know that’s not the case. Now I know that I can fight for love and I can appreciate love and I can care for someone deeper than I ever imagined possible. That I would be willing to put someone else first. That I’d for once in my life stop being the selfish prick that I am and truly and genuinely with all my heart love someone. That’s a powerful gift I was given and something I will never take for granted again.

Unfortunately, not everything in life works out. And unfortunately not everyone is meant to be with you forever. And that’s ok. Things happen for a reason in life and at the conclusion of each day you have to just smile and be thankful for the days you’ve lived and the days to come. I don’t believe in mistakes. I don’t believe in regrets and for me I’m happy as hell that I met this person. I’m incredibly blessed to have shared the time I have with her because I’m a better person for having met her. So I took my licks, and I took my bruises but now I can smile and look back fondly on the time we spent together. I can live without a regret and know that the pain I’m feeling now is because of the love we shared.

Breakups suck. Losing someone from your life is difficult and it’s absolutely never going to get easier. Take your time to feel bad and take your time to feel sorry but don’t find yourself lost in a funk. Allow yourself the time you think you need to grieve and then it’s time to stand up again. Life is too short to be anything but happy everyday. Life is about falling down and willing yourself to get back up and the fight off the ground is what makes life special. It’s not about the amount of times we get knocked down but the amount of times we get back up. Life is an incredibly precarious, gentle, fragile thing and you should never take it for granted. Be thankful for the time you have with someone in your life because tomorrow there are no guarantees.

Unconditional

So, long time no speak. That’s more about my life than yours but I’m hoping to continue to contribute here as frequent as these things pop into my head. So here we go.

Love is supposed to be unconditional right? But how is that remotely possible? I’m not entirely sure about you but when I love, it’s conditional. It’s 100% conditional. And that condition is that I expect to be loved back. Is there anything worse in the world than being the lone person in love while in a relationship? You try so hard, for so long to make things work. You try time and time again to make your feelings be known. Sometimes though, for one reason or another fate intervenes. But I ask again, what makes people think that love was meant to be unconditional?

I don’t buy that. Love is not unconditional, nor should it be. Love should never be a compromise. Love should be shared. Love shouldn’t be a series of mistakes, fights, arguments, or negotiating. Love should be easy. But it seldom if ever is. Fair or not love needs to be a partnership. Love needs to be more than two people caring for one another and more than people trying to make each other happy. I find it frequently true that love is hard. Duh right? It’s difficult. It’s impossible. And it needs to be. Because if love were easy it wouldn’t be worth having. For me, in order for a relationship to work, love has to be and should be conditional.

I find this pretty evident. I mean, who wants to put themselves out there and love unconditionally? To be honest with you, I’ve loved and I’ve lost more so in my life than I would ever like to feel again. For me, it’s not about loss it’s about the regrets of mistakes I made not that of what someone else has done. I own who I am. I own my actions, I own my feelings, and I own my love. I don’t give it freely and expect very little in return when I do. And because of that I expect to have it returned. But unfortunately that’s not always the case.

Please allow me to contradict myself for a moment. Love should be and will always be unconditional. That is to say that you should be able and willing to love someone without expecting anything in return. Selflessly. That’s what makes love incredibly unique as well as difficult to find. The selflessness of being able to open yourself up for the ultimate crush. The ultimate pain. Not being loved. When I say that love is meant to be conditional it is that I don’t want to ever feel the sting of loving unconditionally and not being loved in return.

Things happen in life. Some good, some bad. But one thing you shouldn’t be afraid to do is place a condition on your love. And why shouldn’t you? If your need to provide love is conditioned upon being loved in return, treated fairly, respected, adored, then why shouldn’t you place conditions on your love? Love is the ultimate sacrifice. You provide someone the ammunition to foster a pain inside of you that few experiences can levy. So I say to you, why should love be unconditional?

Cosmic Significance

Nothing happens for  a reason. There is no cosmic significance for why shit in our lives takes place and there sure as fuck is no such thing as soul mates. I’m a fool. I am a wannabe hopeless romantic and a complete fool. You know what happens when you give someone your heart? They crush you. I will never give someone that power over me again. Never. Where do you go form the bottom? How do you crawl back up?

You may find yourself depressed, in a bad mood, feeling like shit. And you know what we’ve all been there. Someone once asked me why is it that sometimes when you’re sleeping with someone it’s never more than that? That when you see a romantic comedy things always find a way of falling into place for them, but rarely in real life? I couldn’t really answer that, I am by all accounts, and quite clearly not God.

I’ve had a lot of sex in my life. Some meaningful, and most not. But why is it that seemingly every time I find someone I care about or begin to develop feelings for someone it always blows up? Why is it that each and every time I allow myself to wonder what it would be like to be in a meaningful healthy relationship with someone it falls apart? Idk maybe it’s just me. Perhaps I just give off the aura of a guy just looking to have fun. Who knows. For some reason when I finally found someone that I really couldn’t imagine my life without, here I am completely alone. Again. Maybe it’s just meant to be.

It’s not supposed to be like this anymore. You’re supposed to fall in love. You’re supposed to find the person you’re going to be with. And yet here I am floundering about not having an utter clue. I won’t pretend it’s just me. I’m not that stupid nor that vain. I just thought that eventually, especially now, that if I felt a spark I so seldom feel with someone that would be the cue for this to be something fucking spectacular. And yet, here I am, back at the start. No closer to the finish line and wondering what’s it all about again. Dating’s hard. It is a game. A lot of times you trick yourself into thinking that if you’re just fucking someone that it’s fine it’s what you want. But deep down, you know you want more. So I am not going to do that anymore. No more lying for me about what I want. No more fucking bullshit anymore. There comes a time when I think we are all fed up with the games, the bullshit, and the nonsense and you just say enough. It’s time to get to a place where I’m truly happy. Or you’re truly happy.

I’m not sure what has changed in me. Maybe I’m just a sucker. A fool. Maybe the belief that everything happens in the first place is just stupid. Who knows? At the end of the day it’s a nice thing to believe that your life falls into place and everything makes sense sometime. I think for me, whether I care to admit it or not, I’ll always believe in fate, in soul mates, in love. Because really who doesn’t want to believe in those things? Who doesn’t want to hope against hope that something magical can happen to us? Go big or go home. Love big or not at all. Put yourself out there in the hopes that the worst thing you can get is a broken heart. I’ll tell you I’ve felt more alive these past two weeks then I have in a long, long time.

Mistakes and Reflections

I think it’s a fair assertion that nobody is perfect. I am certainly far from perfect. We all make mistakes. It is what those mistakes ultimately cost us that makes fucking up the worst. It could be saying something stupid, not doing something you say you will, cheating, lying, it can be anything. The point is that people will always no matter what, fuck up. It’s how we treat those mistakes it’s how we treat those transgressions that allow us to grow as a person. Trust is the hardest thing to gain and ultimately the easiest thing for someone to lose.

I have a hard time opening up and trusting someone. Actually I think I fundamentally lack the ability to trust. I don’t think anything in my life has ever scared me. I’ve been cheated on before but I have a zero tolerance for that. I have a cut and dry approach to that and if you cheat on me you’re done. We are done. No real thought goes into that. So why do you think I find it impossible to trust? I have a great family. Great friends. Nobody has ever done any real malice to me. My life has been completely blessed. What is wrong with me? Is there something wrong with me even?

I’ve noticed that I have a hard time believing what I am told from a significant other in regards to how they feel about me. Nothing crazy like I don’t believe what they did last night but I can not for some reason trust that they care about me the way they do. That’s something I know I have to work on. Something that me as a significant other in someone’s life I have to work on. Again, I admit that I am not perfect. People make mistakes. The way we go about getting beyond those hurts and mistakes is what ultimately allows us to grow as a person.

You ever hear that old adage, fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me? That is 100% true. I will be very truthful when I say I have never cheated on someone. I don’t get the thought process behind it. Why throw away something you’ve spent time building to act on impulse and lust? I don’t understand it. I don’t get why people feel the need to satisfy a void or a perceived void with someone else. If your relationship is truly lacking something, sleeping around will not help. Communication, trust, love, these are the things that will ultimately get you through.

Ladies and gentlemen, sometimes people just do shitty things. There’s no excuse for them, and ultimately how you handle that destroying is what is going to allow you to mature. Have you been cheated on? I’m sure you have. Have you been verbally abused? I really hope not. Let me tell you a story. I once fell for a girl. Pretty hard. We were never official. We never established what we were. I found out she was hooking up with someone else. I was very hurt but was I allowed to be? Should I have been? Ask yourself these questions. For the first time in my life I am not mad, I am not sad, I am curious. I am wondering why someone would do these things.

Every now and then in life you get thrown a curveball and you swing and miss horribly. I’m sitting in one of those situations right now. But ultimately there’s only one thing to do. Get up and go for another at bat. In life it’s not about the amount of times you get knocked down, it’s about the times you get up. Right now I’m down. Very, very, down. But tomorrow I’ll wake up and feel a little less worse and each day the pain will go away. Tell yourself that you’re special and know that eventually you’ll find the right person. Until then, go big or don’t go at all.

 

Letters To Friends

I know that I repeat myself way too much but honestly, somethings are worth reiterating.

In simple, brutal honesty, nothing in life is easy. Things don’t fall out of the sky and into our laps. We don’t wish upon a star and win the lottery. These things don’t happen. So what is there to do about it? Whine? Complain? Cry? Yea, I’m sure at times life is so fucked up and shitty you just want to give up. But that’s not the answer. When the going gets tough, the tough get going. What a cheesy cliche thing to say but I mean it. There is very little if any that you have the ability to control in life. So why if you can’t are you going to try? You’re just going to end up frustrated, tired, and extremely sad.

Things happen to people in life. Good things happen to bad people, and bad things happen to good people. You have no control over this. Life is like a very well rehearsed song or movie. It has its beginning, the middle, and the end. Trust me, if you’re reading this you’re likely not even to the middle part yet. But seriously, at your age, at this stage in your life, things are not meant to make sense. Things are not meant to be going perfectly. Life is about mistakes. Life is about heartaches and disappointments. Because, after all the shit gets piled onto your head, at the end of the day there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. At some point you come out the other side better than you were before.

Look, in life, people will come into your life and people will come out of your life. There is seriously absolutely not a fucking thing you can do about this. Just know in your gut that the people who are meant to stay there, will. The ones that are meant to leave, will. And just let the chips fall where they may. Everything in life does happen for a reason. You just have to believe that. There is no shortcuts there are no easy answers so stop looking for them. You will eventually find the person you’re meant to be with, you’ll eventually be happy in your work and find your passion. It just might not be today.

Life is, and will always be incredibly difficult. Ultimately what it comes down to is how you are able to cope with the everyday drama, bullshit, heartaches, and multitudes of ups and downs throughout your life. Nothing will come easy to you I promise you that, and if it does congratulations someone upstairs must like you. For the rest of us schmucks we’re gonna have to slug it out, day in day out, week in week out, year in year out. I promise one day things will make sense. That one day everything will fall into place. I just can’t tell you when that will be. We all have those epiphanies here and there and this maybe one of mine. I’m very good at dishing out advice but seldom adhere to it. So for me, I’m going to start listening to more of what I preach. For you, I hope you take what is good in your life and hold onto it and throw the bad shit out. Life is hard enough as it is without useless people to clutter up your days.

I will be honest and tell you that I’ve made a fair share of bad decisions and own a plethora of regrets. But I truly try to forget the past. It’s there for a reason it’s behind you. It isn’t going to change. Something that happened a year ago will NEVER change. You can’t alter your past only shape your future. The choices you make today will definitely impact your tomorrow but once today is gone that’s it, it’s history. You can not, and can’t look back. Keep an eye on the horizon and look FORWARD. You don’t want to say I wish I did this, or I wish I did that. You want to say, I’m going to do this or I’m going to do that. Plan to do something amazing and do it. Life is short and when you have the chance live it up and be positive and look forward. Take your past and allow it to shape who you are today and make that the best person you can possibly be.

Unexpectedly, Expected

I just realized that I have no relationships what so ever with any girl I’ve ever seriously, or casually dated. What do you think that says about me? Once in a while you’ll meet a girl that has you second guessing everything about yourself when you meet her. She changes it all. But it seems like whenever you meet those game changers things never last too long. Fate has a funny way of bringing people together and yet almost simultaneously pulling them apart. Who you are as a person, is it something that’s predetermined when you’re born, or rather who you become over time? Who you become, and what you do with your life, is this something you can control? Or rather something that fate has just cruelly twisted together to make you continually second guessing yourself each step of the way?

Sometimes I find myself unable to imagine myself not being alone. That’s not to say that it’s what I want or would ever remotely want. But it’s something that can keep a guy up at night. You want to be the guy who gets the girl. The guy who meets a girl, falls madly in love and everything just clicks into place. Unfortunately that’s rare. I want to be the guy that gets the girl. Who wouldn’t? Sometimes you think you’ve found her and you have her and it just ends up that you’re only going to for a short while. Honestly, whatever happened to being HONEST. To telling someone exactly, how you feel, being completely up front and real. What happened to that? Why is it so much about playing games and all the incessant nonsense bullshit that goes along with it?

In life, fate only takes you so far, the rest my dear friends, is up to you. A lot of things in life boil down to chemistry and timing. It’s an easy cop out to say that everything happens for a reason even when I actually truly believe that. But in all honesty, it’s a scape goat. We say that to make ourselves feel better the day after we get dumped. Or after someone we know dies in a car accident. The simple fact of the matter is that life is messy, and not all people get a happy ending. Sometimes you can have your cake, you just don’t get to eat it. Sometimes fate plays tricks on you and gives you a glimmer of hope only to yank it away seconds later. I believe it’s possible in an instant to know you can’t spend your life without someone. But why so often are those same feelings not necessarily reciprocated?

Truthfully, dating is hard. Love is hard. Life IS hard. It’s hard on it’s own, you don’t need to be adding to it by trying to force things that aren’t there. When something is truly meant to be….It. Will. Be. Round pegs, don’t fit in square holes no matter how hard we force them in. A lot of times for me, it’s not whether I’ll meet the right girl or not, but rather if it’ll be the right time for both of us. Timing is everything in life. Seconds turn into minutes, that turn into hours, that turn into days. But when you really take a look at it, a minute here and there could be life altering for one person or any person for that matter.

So what am I trying to say here? Tough for me to decipher amongst these incessant ramblings. But I guess life is really tough. You get a lot of ups and you get a lot of downs. But when it comes down to it, trust yourself. Trust who you are as a person and what you want out of your life. If you get butterflies the first time you meet a guy then ask him out. If you kiss a girl and you feel a spark make sure you don’t let her get away. If you get the opportunity to kiss a beautiful girl, go for it. Life is short, you really don’t know how many chances you are going to have to make memories.

What I really think life is about is love. Love for your family. Love for your friends. And love for the people around you. It’s about finding love and keeping it. That doesn’t necessarily mean you’re going to be lucky in love, but when you find something that feels right hold on to it. I will readily admit to letting good things in life pass me by. I will readily admit to being afraid to speak up and afraid to go for what I want. Those amount to some massive regrets in my life. But I’ve gotten so much better at that now. I’m no longer afraid to voice my feelings or opinions on what I want and what matters to me. And neither should you.

Life is what you make of it. Love is what you make of it. If you meet someone you can’t be with out, tell them that. It may hurt to be rejected but it will hurt a lot more to second guess yourself for 40-50 years. Carpe diem. Seize the day. Go for what you want for fucks sake! Nobody is going to give you anything in life. You have to earn it. If that means getting rejected fine, so what? If that means getting hurt, hey nobody said this was going to be easy. But at the end of the day, you want to be able to say I fucking went for it each and every day of my life and I am proud on how I lived.

My 40yr Old Whoops

So, obviously I’ve done my fair share of stupid shit. I’ve preached and spoke about how I feel about life, love and everything in between. So I figured right about now you guys should enjoy one of my more hilarious moments in my dating life…So what proceeds are my hazy, yet fairly put together recollection of one of the better nights in recent memory. Enjoy.

Somewhere in the neighborhood of 6months + ago I had one memorable night in Atlantic City. Was down there with a big group of friends and for whatever reason we decided bottle service would be the way to go for the night, so naturally 4 bottles of Kettle One later, I don’t recall that much from the evening. I’ll quickly jump to the goods, but we had a table and next to us was a bachelorette party of women I would say ranging from 33-45. Not my usual demographic or interest point, but there was one particular woman who for her age looked tremendous. We had the entire night to flirt and flirt I did. Something about a young pup chasin her definitely had her interest peaked. She and I started taking shots, having fun, dancing yada yada.

So we’re sitting in this VIP area and she just straight up attacks me. Starts making out with me all over me. Hilarious. Things are getting hot and heavy and she asks me to come back to her room. I thought, hell why the fuck not. I said I had to take a leak and we could bounce. She proceeded to take another shot. I come back from the bathroom to grab this woman and head upstairs, when she throws up all over herself. Do you believe in fate? Because I do. Perhaps if I didn’t go to the bathroom this lady could have puked all over me. Inevitably ending and ruining my night. Thank the lord for the rate of pee once someone starts drinking because I quickly avoided that situation, and this lady was off to bed.

Look, take the funny out of this story and appreciate that you can get whoever you want, whenever you want. Be careful in how much liquor is involved in your evenings, because sometimes it has unintended consequences. Needless to say, barf breath is not going to get you laid. I have a t-shirt that says, an awkward morning beats a boring night. Couldn’t agree with that one more, live it up and drink it down. Cheers.

Drunk Dialing & Texting

Ok, so let me be perfectly honest here. I am a drunk texter. I’ve gone to AA, I’ve gone to meetings, nothing works. Get me a bit hammered and out comes my phone. Texts go flying out left and right. I don’t know why I do it. I try not to, but time and time again, I drunk text. Are you guilty of this? Do you drunk dial former hookups/boyfriends/girlfriends etc? I mean I know for a fact I’m not the only one here. What do you think, on a scale of 1-10 how bad is it to drunk text/dial?

I personally don’t think it’s that big a deal. It usually leads to some funny conversations, occasionally some ass, and most of the times a lot of apologies. Either way, the act of drunk texting is usually funny. For me I like to see what comes of it. One time, I drunk texted a girl I hadn’t seen in ages. She said I was really funny and cute while drunk texting her and the next night we went out for dinner. It’s kind of amazing what can happen if you put some thought into your drunk texting. (yes I’m joking) But in all seriousness, if you’re going to drunk text, at least make sure you’re not inciting some sort of drama to unfold the next day.

Look, I’ve got to admit. I am a sinful, repeat offender. I drunk text, a lot. But, I don’t drunk text people who don’t want to hear from me. In other words, I’m not blowing up girls who hate me, or whom I had a massive falling out with. Even drunk me knows who to text and who not to. Obviously, we’re not all gifted with this superior drunk texting vision. But I drink a lot of scotch. Maybe that helps? Who knows. Ha, the moral of the story here folks, don’t take offense to being booty called, drunk dialed, it’s all in good fun.

At the end of the day, drunk texting is a fact of life. People do things they ordinarily wouldn’t do while sober. Get over it. The simple fact remains that a drunk mans words, are a sober mans thoughts. So what it boils down to here folks, if someone’s calling or texting you late, it’s cause they miss you or want you. And not just on the sex space either. Granted getting laid late at night is a big reason for drunk texting. But a lot of times there is ulterior motives other than just getting laid.

Sick and Tired of being Sick and Tired?

Are you sick and tired of being sick and tired? I know it can be difficult sometimes. The dating game is tough. And when you’re single and you have nobody with you I can understand how it gets to you at times. It’s easy to be sick and tired of the BS. I get it. Dating’s a game. It’s true. And sometimes, you just get tired of playing the game. It’s like the rat race of business, except this one doesn’t pay you in money but in heartaches and heartbreaks. You don’t get a pink slip, you get a see ya later. There’s always another job, or another girl or guy, but sometimes you just wanna take a step back and say forget this.

I’ve been there. I get it. I feel like this definitely applies to women sometimes more often than men. I was talking to a friend of mine today who basically admitted that she’s done with the game. She’s sick and tired of going through the same nonsense and dealing with the same bullshit. I get it. It’s not easy to go through the same bullshit day after day, week after week. It’s tough. I sometimes wish people would spend more time and energy in other places than their dating life. When you over analyze, over think, and over care, you end up going insane. Things aren’t easy as is, there’s no purpose in making yourself neurotic over the game.

Listen folks, it’s pretty plain and simple here. With relationships come a lot of risk, but a lot of reward. The fact of the matter is, you have to be willing to go for it and take the pain to find something worth while. And even when you find someone who you think you’d like to spend the rest of your life with, things don’t work out. So what are you going to do? Just pack it in? Sit it out? I think not. I think that regardless of all the bullshit, regardless of all the games and the pain, you gotta go for it no matter what. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gone through the same old dog and pony chase with girls. And I’m a sucker so I am no different than you guys. We’re all suckers.

Sometimes, I hate women. Sometimes I just want to fucking scream. That’s what the game does to people. It drives you out of your mind and pisses you off. It’s the texts at 1am, it’s the people who are so fickle that you just want to shake them. It’s a million things. And at the end of the day, none of it matters. When you find the right person none of that shit will matter. At some point, the game will just cease to matter. At some point, you’ll find the right person and it will all go away. I promise. Well, at least that’s what I hope happens. Look, dating isn’t easy, and there’s no point in pretending it is. So while you may hate the games, hate the bullshit, look at it as a means to an end. Eventually you’ll find the right guy/girl that makes it all go away. It may not be today but it’ll happen.

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