For Judgement
I hate meeting guys because I think of them like this....
if he's cute...
"Oh, I wonder if he's a man whore"
"I bet he's a man whore"
"If he treats me right, it won' tlast for long " (which it never does)
"Who else is he seeing because he's seeing me"
It trickles down from positive to negative. Oh, its not me. This is how it always happens, fucked up.
The last guy I talked with was an older man, gorgeous an activist. He got on my last damned nerves, but hear me out...
He got into a relationship while trying to get with me.
I appreciate the blow to my self esteem. I spent months trying to get him off my back. So, one day he texts me and I don't reply. At all, oh it felt so good!
I have standards to worry about, at this point in my life where I need things to go right for me or they can get the hell out of my life.
if he's cute...
"Oh, I wonder if he's a man whore"
"I bet he's a man whore"
"If he treats me right, it won' tlast for long " (which it never does)
"Who else is he seeing because he's seeing me"
It trickles down from positive to negative. Oh, its not me. This is how it always happens, fucked up.
The last guy I talked with was an older man, gorgeous an activist. He got on my last damned nerves, but hear me out...
He got into a relationship while trying to get with me.
I appreciate the blow to my self esteem. I spent months trying to get him off my back. So, one day he texts me and I don't reply. At all, oh it felt so good!
I have standards to worry about, at this point in my life where I need things to go right for me or they can get the hell out of my life.