I got scared...

If another man ever says to me 'i got scared', I might be tempted to cut his balls up, marinate them in his pool of blood and feed them to the lions. 

Human kind has seen growth over the years. Man has seen none. They are still not reluctant to use the oldest, lamest excuse in the book...'I got scared'.  If you're going to use an excuse, I at least expect a bit of creativity. Maybe they just saw the Sex and the City movie where Big calls of the wedding because he got scared...after 10 years.


'It's not that I don't like you but I don't want to hurt you and give you the wrong impression'. This was his excuse for not messaging or reply to messages. Why can't men just communicate properly. Is that asking too much? This particular guy claimed to have never had a relationship (which I completely believe based on his attitude) and never hooking up. 


There must be something in the water in this town, surely, because he reminds me of my ex, which is why we broke up. A lot of contradiction in what he said and his behaviour.


'If you think I don't want a boyfriend, it's not true.  Sometimes I feel sad that I don't have one'. 
People like you don't deserve one. You'll just use them, abuse them and leave them emotionally tangled in a web they can't get out of. 


If you really want a partner then perhaps you should change your attitude and start giving people a chance and not writing them off after the first date. Give people the benefit of the doubt. Put your penis on a leash and let the mind do the talking for a minute. Maybe you'll find some common ground.


I'm so fed up with men in this town. They behave like children. Maybe that's because most of them still live at home until they are 30-35. Maybe they don't know how to behave like adults since they are still being pampered at home. 

Grow up!


*melocoton*

Zero tolerance

I´ve recently discovered that I have a zero tolerance policy for bullshit these days. It dawned on me when I was having a conversation with my ex, and he was asking for my advice regarding his new stormy relationship. The girl he´s with has mood swings and irrational demands on him and their relationship on a level that makes my PMS-symptoms seem like a mild summer breeze (and bear in mind, I have been guilty of the occasional death threat during that time of the month... ) And her behavior isn´t just constrained to one week of the month, this is a 24 hour on going circus in their life apparently. So anyway, he tells me all this and how stressed he is about it, and he asks what to do. Now I just can´t help but feeling this sense of incredible frustration. Just kick her out!! For God´s sake! Stop taking so much crap! Don´t you have any self respect??

I think the reason I´m having this strong reaction is because I used to be that girl, no not the crazy knife throwing bunny boiler, I meant that girl as in, the one who used to take all the crap. I was always thinking, if I just change a little bit more, if I just become perfect, then he will change too because then he will love me and everything will be fantastic. So I changed, and changed and tried harder and harder to become someone that he thought I should be. In the end I didn´t even recognize myself anymore, I was just playing the part of the perfect girlfriend. After I hit rock bottom and left my last destructive relationship I´ve become a lot more aware of what I want and who I am. And today I would never let anyone tell me who I should be or what I should do. I like who I am and if someone has a problem with any part of me, well, that´s just it, their problem. I can´t be responsible for your feelings, so you go deal with it!

If I´m with someone who needs me to be any of the following; their therapist, their mother and/or their cleaning lady, move along! We´re done! I´d rather be alone than in a relationship where I´m miserable more than 50% of the time. Don´t waste my time please, I got stuff to do!

Pick up the god damn phone.

What is with men and not being able to communicate?!?!


Maybe it's because I hold a communications degree or maybe it's because my mother taught me manners or maybe it's just because I have common sense but what the fuck is up with the men out there not being able to communicate?


It's called a phone and the last time I checked you have one, so use it. Say something. Say anything. Lie. Whatever. But radio silence is one of those things that drives me craaaaaaazy. If you don't want to talk to me tell me your busy or you don't fancy me or you're fucking some other broad. It's really rude to ignore. 


In the words of comedian Russel Peters, 'be a man'. 


*melocoton*

Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda

I got talking with a friend of mine and she asked me if I had ever regretted breaking up with someone. I had to briefly scan through all the exes and the truth is NO. 


I'd like to think that the relationships of the past ended for the right reason. Whether it be that we were incompatible or that we had absolutely nothing in common... except for the sex. And a relationship with only sex can only go on for so long before the sex itself starts to deteriorate. It would also seem that I have a track record of not remaining friends with my exes. Once it's over it's pretty much over. Except for the last relationship where we broke up 4 times within the course of 9 months. You see this final break up was very easy. After having it done it 3 times you tend to master the break up the fourth time around. 


I guess you may tend to wonder what could have been the future if you were still together and I guess my point of view is that I'm kinda glad that there is no future with any of my exes. Why bother reminiscing about the past when you can look forward to the future. I'm still optimistic somewhere deep down that the positive match is somewhere out there and when you find him/her, things should just fly. 


And if you should happen to come across a frog... grab it and kiss the fuck out of it. 


*melocoton*

Why gamle?

In the words of our dearest Carrie Bradshaw, 'if you know the house always wins, why gamble?'. This could work in many situations but I think what she means is that if you know that love hurts then why even bother? I guess there is no real answer to that other than never try never know. And even though the house eventually always wins you play the game hoping it's your lucky day. The trying may have consequences and side effects but without trying there is no crying. We are all hopeless (romantics). 
-melocoton