Who goes out to a bar and meets a boy, who later brings them back just to snuggle? Me. I have managed to bring back someone from a night club not to do anything but to spoon. Since when did my comfort zone stoop to getting drunk and having someone beside me?
I have managed and have done well to going out weekends and never bringing home a guy nor really having a full conversation. I see bars as a way for me to get free drinks. Thanks to my girlfriends, I have become quite the con artist making sure every guy who talks to me will buy me a drink and then I detach myself from them to find the next sucker. Is it wrong? Yes. Very. And Karma is such a bitch.
But I would like to point my perspective, as I am hard to please. Obviously, I am still single and enjoying the fine things in life, such as conning men on weekends. But who saids they haven’t played me? It happens all the time. The game of love is tricky. There are no exceptions except for the ones you make up and there are no rules unless you choose. There are barriers and grid lines of what should come into place, but thanks to holy forsaken people and swingers, the guide lines are imaginary. Which is why I can’t ask, but to wonder when will I know when enough is enough with the immature tricks. When will I realize I play foolish games and what I am doing is spinning me into a wheel?
I would like to point fingers at the exs as if they were the reason for all my actions. But I am to blame. I found the ones who could care less about me and wonder why the relationship is going nowhere. I am taking a wheel and just letting it spin around and around but not wanting to stop and think of my actions.
I am having fun and loving every moment, no even coming to the thought of my actions. Which is why I managed this summer not to fall back with any boy I ever once dated and to move forward. Burn all the bridges. And look from the distance, of why they are my past. If I “need” some comfort from strangers, so be it.
If I can managed to not give any exs a certain call or text, I can manage most things… for starters, I could buy my own drink. But then again, I can do that when I am old and married.
Second, I can create some of the best nonfiction stories for the young twenty female world of summer, with the help of my single friends. After all, I probably would not have pleasure in my writing, if these things never happened to me.
Incase you were wondering, The spooning led to a fancy $8 bloody marry with tasteful shrimp and grits. Which comes to show, not every guy is looking for just some tail, but comfort. just as well.
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