Hey joonie joons,
HAPPY FRIDAY YO! This is seriously my favorite day of the week. You leave work KNOWING that you have two full days to chill out … work is always kinda uneventful on Fridays… nodramaFridays. Love them.
Anyway, I’ve been a little MIA this week because major writer’s block lately. This is the problem when you’ve sworn off every man in the city because they are all master douches. But most importantly, I am having a hard time remembering all the crazy shit I used to do- denial much? I think so.
They’re called “shitshows” for a reason—because you do everything in your power to black them out of your memory.
Never fear- heading out on a spring break-like vacation today for the weekend and we all know that when is alcohol is involved- I always end up with a few stories ;)
Anyway, back to today’s topic. I’ve talked about douchebag guys, being heartbroken, dealing with horrible dates—but I’ve never talked about how horrible I am.
Truth hurts- but cheers to taking it (shots shots shots)!
It’s so easy for us to focus on what the other person did wrong in the relationship- to criticize their shortcomings… but how many of us really take a step back and critique what WE did?
I know I rarely do.
When it comes to guys hitting on me—I’m usually a bitch #sorryboutit. But if you’re coming up to me at a club? I’m creeped out. If you hit on me on the train? I’m disgusted. If you try to get at me at work… I’m ignoring you.
But while I might be a bitch in everyday situations/when someone provokes me—in relationships, my bitchiness takes on a completely different form: I’m a pussybitch.
My go to move? “Let’s take a break…”
Let me give you an example—
Before I moved out of my hometown, my Persianvirgin boyfriend and I had been together for a month? And he was whipped (this is what happens when you have sex in your mid-20s w/o any prior experience—you fall into that high school” love”) but I wasn’t.
And unfortunately for him, when I moved away…
I was introduced to a fast world of competition, motivation and hot businessmen.
And there just wasn’t room for him anymore. Obviously, when we began having sex—his heightened feelings were a bit much for me to handle (intimacy issues… aka Persian daddy issues)… but that wasn’t the only reason I started to change my mind about him…
Remember the ex that I refer to?
He entered the picture—let’s refer to him as Trick… he really is a Trick though #truestory.
We started flirting and I was suddenly attracted to him because he was different than anyone I’d ever been interested in. First off- he’s white. Second- it really is true what they say—you always want what you can’t have.
And I wanted on.
Now let me preface this part by saying, that I would prefer being dumped than having to do the dumping. It’s not so much about pride for me at that point- I just hate having that awkward conversation and most of all, I really fucking hate when guys cry. I just can’t handle the pressure and when I’m over it, I just don’t want to deal with the additional effort of having to have a two hour conversation about why it’s not working anymore.
What am I supposed to say in this situation? Umm I met this white guy and I kinda wanna hook up with him… see where it goes? NO.
Um sorry, but you’re really starting to creep me out… NO!
So I did what every “mature” girl does, I told him we should take a break because didn’t know I wanted to focus on finding a job after my internship. Badbakht seriously.
We went on a two week break where I shamelessly dated Trick and got annoyed every time Virgin texted me to tell me he misses me.
At the time, I just didn’t give a fuck. I felt like Virgin was getting in my way and I just wanted him to man up and move on. But what the fuck was I thinking? How can you treat someone like that and get away with it?
Obviously as it ended and a few months later once things had calmed down a bit and I was exclusively dating Trick—I realized what I had done wrong and why you should never treat anyone like that even if you’re over them.
Because Karma is a BITCH. And you’re never rewarded for acting like a total asshat.
I’m not really the best person to preach on this—but it’s something that I’m actively trying to change about myself… instead of trying to take the easy way out without even considering the consequences of hurting someone’s feelings, just be honest.
At the end of the day, not only will it make YOU more of a legitimate person but whoever you’re dealing with will appreciate it in the long run.
They might be called “white lies” but they’re not exactly a good thing (fyi- white makes you look fat… so just steer clear from all white things—boys included… jk… kinda).
So joonies- I know it’s hard to have to tell someone you’re just not that into them, sometimes you just gotta keep it real.
Have a good weekend and if you’re not too hungover- hit us up- we’d LOVE to hear all about your break up stories…
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