Let me begin by saying I am no man expert (man-pert, if you will). In fact, I'm not very good with men (despite having my first boyfriend in Grade 4 - we held hands). I'm terrible at the "game." Usually, my past boyfriends have started out from friendships. BUT what I do know is mental … Continue reading Dating in 2018 and Having a Mental Illness: 8 Tips & Tricks to Avoid Getting Hurt
It’s been one year, four months and thirteen days since he broke it off and I’m still reeling. Not on the bedroom floor crying (anymore) – thank God – just obsessively thinking about him and his new girlfriend/lady in his life (I’m not sure what she really is and I’m too scared to ask). To … Continue reading A Jilted Bride Update
I wrote a post last week about my latest dating adventure and I mention that a certain situation (the man not making sure I had a means to get home) has happened to me before. This is that first situation. We went to a movie that ended at about 8pm. And decided to walk to his … Continue reading Spoiled, Dating and Depressed
This has more to do with my breakup than my depression but I thought I'd throw it out there. Now I've only had two major breakups in my life and I can't help but notice how fast a man can change. To begin with, both men were naturally very kind and caring individuals so it … Continue reading How Fast a Man Can Change
The thing with Mental Illness is it's easy to latch on to things that make you feel better. I can see how alcoholism and depression go hand in hand. You're looking for a quick way out of the pain, something to help you endure. I've never had an addictive personality but now, being recently 'broken … Continue reading Men, Sex and Depression
In One Perfect Sentence. HA!
How clever and beautifully written. Out of all the nonsense on the Internet this is worth your five minutes.
Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. Take her outside when the night overstays its welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it in film. Remark at its lack of significance. Take her to your apartment. Dispatch with making love. Fuck her.
Let the anxious contract you’ve unwittingly written evolve slowly and uncomfortably into a relationship. Find shared interests and common ground like sushi, and folk music. Build an impenetrable bastion upon that ground. Make it sacred. Retreat into…
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