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Dating
*purrrrrrrrrrrrr*
Just got some hardcopy photos – how quaint! – from the Death Machine in Afghanistan.
Ladies and gentleman, meet the cure for the skinny pretty boy fetish.
Don’t ask me why I have such a thing for military guys ever again. The real question is how you can not.
Although I generally think men posing shirtless is pretty lame, when you’re 7500 miles apart pictures it’s all you’ve got. I’m certainly enough of a raging red-blooded heterosexual to appreciate the eye candy. I mean, jesus. He knows I particularly enjoyed seeing him come fresh out of a shower in nothing but a towel, and like a true sociopath, he’s playing to my weaknesses. I can respect that.
Where this is going – or if it’s going to go anywhere at all – I have no way of knowing. But by god I am enjoying the ride.
Anyone that thinks women are bitches should try dating men sometime.
Seriously. I ain’t even mad, just annoyed. Like ok, delete me off Facebook in a hissy when I tell you I don’t want to see you anymore. That’s fine, whatever, expected behavior. Add me back later, ok, that’s expected behavior also. Past is past, everybody is friendly, all good. But then delete me AGAIN and be all pissy because you got butthurt over a sarcastic comment on my part (which was – and I quote – “ENGLISH MOTHERFUCKER DO YOU SPEAK IT”) and you’re just being a little girl, dude.
Funny how the ones that play off being the least sensitive always turn out to be the biggest bitches. I tend to wrongfully assume that won’t be the case, maybe because I’m personally not that sensitive and it’s not at all feigned on my part so I assume everyone has the capability to man up. My bad. But omfg, dudes are always like “BAWWWWWW my tortured past, it hurts me up my ass in my most tenderest areas! Also, excuse me while I fuck you shallowly and then wonder why you don’t appreciate getting nailed with the first 1/3 of my already unimpressive man-steel.” Man, whoever is telling you the “just the tip” method is pleasurable is lying to you. Between your endless fail whining and my cervix feeling terribly alone when you were around, I had a pretty good case for issuing a cease-and-desist order. Nothing personal, except that it totally is. Now you’re a bitch on top of it.
Well whatever, I ditched that dude in November anyway. I just hate thinking that everything is cool and then at the slightest provocation, BAWWWWWWWWW!!!
ugh
gggodddd men are such embarrassing faggots sometimes.
Purgatory
Why anyone would go through the things that I have – being married to a military man, suffering through his 14 month deployment, spending almost 2 years apart from him altogether, finding out he eventually died over there – and then go and REPEAT THAT MISTAKE, I have no idea. But I totally am. Well, I’m not getting married or anything but I’m certainly involved.
When I went to go visit the guy in Alaska, I was seriously just out for a good time during a dry spell. I didn’t really put much more thought into it than that. I’m very, very rarely prone to having no-strings-attached “flings” at all, but the guy made my mouth water and he was so touched in the head and so physically far away, not to mention leaving for Afghanistan a week later, that I figured that was about as low risk/high reward as it gets. Put up with some meathead nonsense and have a weekend of hot starving sex in some area of the country you’ve never been before but always wanted to visit? To me that seems like pretty simple math. Fuck it, right? I’m single, why the hell not go have the adventure? Oh sure he did his best to come across like a schizophrenic murderer, but that’s small potatoes to what I’m used to dealing with on the short term, so… Read the rest of this entry »
This situation is breaking my heart.