Head vs. Heart. Logic vs. Love. What a showdown! Lol
For all of you who are going through hell right now, this one is for you!
No one is perfect, especially when I’ve gone through the hell of dealing with a cheater. So when I finally reach the point when I’m ready to pull the plug, I can’t help but think, “Should I mess with the jerk a little? Inject a little paranoia and guilt? or just cut him loose? While I always toy with scenarios of how to make his life the equivalent hell that he’s so guiltlessly made mine, I haven’t — as of yet — poured the time, nor energy into the revenge scenario. Why? Because the d-bag already stole enough of my time; I’m not gifting him with more!
Sometimes when I go through my comments, a brilliant quote arises on its own. Lol
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The look on your face when your ex approaches you (and you’re not sure why!)
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We may be laughing, but it actually helps. Lol
This poor kid is going to be on a “Best Memes of 2014” show one day. But I’d wager we’ve all been there at one point or another in our lives, even if we’re unwilling to admit it.
I’d be horrified (embarrassed) if I jumped to that conclusion… I wonder what happened after? Lol
The last two guys were relatively the same: Undercover assholes. Acting like their exes were bad people. But after they drove me crazy for years with their game-playing and lies, I realized their exes were probably made that way. I had sympathy. No – EMPATHY. And as a final straw, neither of these men were divorced, getting a divorce, etc, like they claimed. I want to send flowers to their wives. But on the flip side – THEY ULTIMATELY CHOOSE TO STAY WITH THOSE IDIOTS.
Ha ha ha… Nah. I wouldn’t want to live through all that again, but I do wonder how my life would have been different if “I knew then what I know now.” There are times when I feel like I just started learning how to date. Yet, mix that with my age and I feel like I’m at the end of the line. Yes – I’m very hard on myself and that includes my age. To 20-somethings, I’m a mom. To 30-somethings, I’m “hot! Oh wait-she’s how old?? To 40-somethings, I’m invisible. To 50-somethings, I’m a fresh petite filet fresh off the gourmet grill. I feel passed-over at every stage of life, but luckily at this point I’m counting on it. I no longer yearn for someone to spend time with doing new things and having new adventures. I stopped scanning rooms and commuter trains for eligible guys. At this point if I do see someone I think, “How can he possibly improve my life?” Ah, now thats what a year has done. So turn back the clock? Maybe to this past Friday during an awesome Halloween with my son, or a few Fridays ago during cocktails with Friends.
Folks ask me what I’ve learned in a year and it usually comes back to how no guy has impressed me nearly enough to make me keep him around. I usually go back to being happy as a single mom. And the further I go, the more I realize that I’m not sure anyone will ever be worth that changing.
Yes, that’s an eggplant.
So I started watching this show and I thought to myself, “Omg she reminds me of me… a lot…” and then I realized oh my God I’m a Gilmore Girl? I don’t even think the show is on anymore – it’s on Netflix – but there I am, all Gilmore-y. So if you ever wonder what it’s like to talk to me directly, just watch Gilmore Girls and check out Lorelai Gilmore. I’m a slightly less manic version but pretty close when you pull my zip cord. Lol
The levels of compatibility in dating are endless. It obviously starts with appearance and stature, but goes well into things like fresh breath quotient.
I’m guessing some folks don’t think twice about smelling stink breath, but if you’re like me your stank radar is on high alert.
If you were sitting next to this woman on your ride home, would you say anything?