I’ve had it part 6
Hi, it’s foxy again. Well today is the day after New Year’s Eve and of course I sat at home with nothing to do and nobody to go out with. I’ve went out on New Year’s Eve alone before and trust me, it’s no fun. That’s another thing I remember about relationships from my past. Every dick I date is the same way. I had one tell me, oh I don’t go out on New Year’s Eve. Another one basically said the same thing except added more to his excuse. Oh, I don’t go out on New Year’s Eve. There’s too many crazy people getting drunk and shooting guns off. Exuses, exuses, exuses, exuses, exuses. That’s all it is. Fuck what I want. These selfish dicks don’t care. And with me already being depressed you would think these assholes would take me out to try and cheer me up and help me forget my pain. They simply don’t care. And it’s not just New Year’s Eve. I don’t know what it is but every guy I date never wants to take me out. One of the reasons I am depressed is because I don’t get out much. My life is so boring and unexciting. I just don’t have no fun in my life. All these dicks I date just want to sit around all the time and never go out. Never want to do anything. I can understand being short on money but is it too much to ask to go out to eat once a month? Or out for a drink once a month? Apparently it is to these asshole men I date. I actually had two different men tell me, I don’t see why any guy would take his girlfriend out to a bar. How about maybe because I want to? How about for entertainment? How about because I want to have something to do and somewhere to go on a Friday or Saturday night? How about because I’m depressed and want to forget my troubles? How about just to get out of the house? Is that enough reasons. One of the things that amazes me most is how selfish these dicks truly are. All these dicks give a fuck about is themselves. And the first guy I dated said he wasn’t into going to bars yet I ran into him in public one time and guess what, I ran into him at a bar. Not a gas station, not a grocery store, not Walmart. A bar. The very place he told me he’s not into going. And every time I suggested going to a bar his excuse was, I don’t go to bars anymore. I went sometimes when I was younger but now I don’t do bars. Piece of shit lying dick man. He said he don’t do bars anymore yet I ran into him at a bar. Then if I went out alone he got mad. Well let’s go out together then asshole. I never actually said that to his face but you better believe I was thinking it. Men never have cared about my happiness. I like getting dressed up and going out for a night on the town. What the fuck is wrong with that? And I’m a very light drinker. It’s not like I have lots of drinks and get drunk. I’m not that type of person. I’ve never even been drunk or know what it’s like. I have maybe two drinks and only light stuff. Nothing hard. I think the fun part is just dressing up and getting out of the house. These asshole men don’t understand that. It’s emotionally healthy for a depressed person to get out of the house. It’s a way to cope but again, these asshole men don’t understand that. It doesn’t even have to be a bar. It could be a restaurant, or the beach, or a park or almost anywhere. But the guys I date don’t want to go nowhere or do nothing but fuck. That’s why when I’m in a relationship eventually I cut the sex off because it seems like that’s all they want to do is either fuck or watch a lame ass movie or lame tv. I don’t like tv and most movies suck. And sex isn’t that great either. In fact, it’s overrated bullshit. So I’ve come to the conclusion that if they don’t want to take me out then I don’t want to fuck. If I’m not worth taking out then I’m not worth fucking. Enough said.
This post was submitted by foxy.