(note: I am just venting and feel like putting words down somewhere. You don't have to care.)
I so fvcking woke up to reality last night. This "woman" that I've been obsessing like a sick dog over for the last two months, pushed the wrong motherfvcking button.
I was out barhopping, having a good time mingling, but settled at the usual tuesday night pub. B1tch knows I'm there on tuesdays, and I know she's there on tuesdays, and I know WHY she's there on tuesdays. She wasn't there last night. "Oh well.", I think to myself, as I talk to some friends about how stupid Bob Geldof is, and how we should feed HIM to Africa, the annoying kunt.
About 1AM this guy comes up to me (I barely know him) asking me where she and her friend are, as they're usually there. He digs her one friend. I tell him that I really don't know, and he tells me that he got a text from her ten minutes earlier telling him that she was at some other bar. Why the fvck did he ask me where she was, when she told him where she was? Stupid humans. Two seconds later she comes through the door, with her friend, and some dude. Scawny little fvker. He always seems so humbled in my presence.
She all but ignores me at first. Says "I'm here!", like I'm supposed to really give a sh1t, and sits down at a table with her friends. I pay them no attention, and call up a female friend of mine to hang out after I leave the bar. I know where the night is heading.
After last call, she comes up and sits with me at the bar. I made the mistake of telling her I was having a party this weekend, but tell her she can't come.
her: Why not?
evoke: Because you're a pain in my ass. That's why not.
She goes off to talk to other guys, then comes up from behind and sticks her tounge in my mouth. Please.
She literally fell on the floor in front of me when I was leaving. I helped her up, and went on my way. She left in that guys car. She describes him as "a friend". Fvck you and your "friends".
This annoying a$$hole of a human being honestly thinks that she'd be doing me a favor by having sex with me. Like I'm so desperate for her. That must be why she hit on me for years until she wore me down. Now she thinks she can bring my self esteem down by teasing me, making me feel bad about myself for not hooking up with her at the end of the night. Meanspirited b1tch.
My clarity kicked in when I realized just how many girls have been hitting on me in the past week, even though I probably come across like a bitter bastard because I've been thinking too hard. And why don't I ever go for it? Because of the stupidity this c0ck-tease stirred up in my head.
No more.
I so fvcking woke up to reality last night. This "woman" that I've been obsessing like a sick dog over for the last two months, pushed the wrong motherfvcking button.
I was out barhopping, having a good time mingling, but settled at the usual tuesday night pub. B1tch knows I'm there on tuesdays, and I know she's there on tuesdays, and I know WHY she's there on tuesdays. She wasn't there last night. "Oh well.", I think to myself, as I talk to some friends about how stupid Bob Geldof is, and how we should feed HIM to Africa, the annoying kunt.
About 1AM this guy comes up to me (I barely know him) asking me where she and her friend are, as they're usually there. He digs her one friend. I tell him that I really don't know, and he tells me that he got a text from her ten minutes earlier telling him that she was at some other bar. Why the fvck did he ask me where she was, when she told him where she was? Stupid humans. Two seconds later she comes through the door, with her friend, and some dude. Scawny little fvker. He always seems so humbled in my presence.
She all but ignores me at first. Says "I'm here!", like I'm supposed to really give a sh1t, and sits down at a table with her friends. I pay them no attention, and call up a female friend of mine to hang out after I leave the bar. I know where the night is heading.
After last call, she comes up and sits with me at the bar. I made the mistake of telling her I was having a party this weekend, but tell her she can't come.
her: Why not?
evoke: Because you're a pain in my ass. That's why not.
She goes off to talk to other guys, then comes up from behind and sticks her tounge in my mouth. Please.
She literally fell on the floor in front of me when I was leaving. I helped her up, and went on my way. She left in that guys car. She describes him as "a friend". Fvck you and your "friends".
This annoying a$$hole of a human being honestly thinks that she'd be doing me a favor by having sex with me. Like I'm so desperate for her. That must be why she hit on me for years until she wore me down. Now she thinks she can bring my self esteem down by teasing me, making me feel bad about myself for not hooking up with her at the end of the night. Meanspirited b1tch.
My clarity kicked in when I realized just how many girls have been hitting on me in the past week, even though I probably come across like a bitter bastard because I've been thinking too hard. And why don't I ever go for it? Because of the stupidity this c0ck-tease stirred up in my head.
No more.