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I’m A Reformed Slut, I’m A Much Better Woman

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I’m A Reformed Slut, I’m A Much Better Woman

One of the things I hate the most about dating is the uncertainty of it. You would think that after multiple conversations and you get a good feel of the person that would be it. You fall in love and its great, it’s not though. You can put alot of time and patience in to someone and there’s nothing to show for it.

I know I’m talking like this will be some existential post. It’s not. It’s a story about how someone can’t close the deal.

So I was talking to this guy for roughly a month, not long. We went out and had a really fun time. I was sober and genuinely had a good time so I thought he and I would be a good fit. We would text (I’m a texter, not a caller) and the conversation would flow. I was like oh cool I’m getting me a little bae. Uh no.

I invite him over to “chill” and when I tell you it was drier that church bread in my place. I was ready for him to go. He broke my unspoken rule, don’t get to comfortable in my house, especially if it’s your first time. There should be a certain, uncomfortably in your first visit. He came over spread out on the couch and grabbed a blanket and was like he was tired. Bruh, then go home!

We attempt to find something on the tv that we both like to watch and that was a bust. We couldn’t find common ground on anything so I just put on American Horror Story. We smoked a little weed, literally enough to get a buzz and he said he couldn’t roll. Now I’m used to dating smokers so to tell me you can’t roll, like for nothing is like wtf. How you smoke and can’t roll? But ok I roll up the skinniest blunt I’ve ever seen in my life.and we smoke for 2 minutes.

He then attempts to make a move like wrapping his arms around me and trying to move it up under my shirt. Like I’m not feeling anymore, I wasn’t feeling it today anyway. Plus my dog doesnt really like you soo..yeah. We tried playing some games and he wanted to stop because he stucked.

I ended up on my phone just chilling and he fell asleep. I told him I had to walk my dog aka it’s time to get up out my house. I think I’m going to stop talking to guys who can’t host

It’s nothing against him it’s just, I can leave when I want. Like if I want this whole ordeal to be over than it can be, nothing more.

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