Not a Drop in the Bucket.

{don't let the festive apparel fool you; this girl can be a real B*^@#}

Here's the thing.

As much as I subject you all to the pathetic details of my dating woes, I must report to you that the stories chronicled here aren't even a drop in the bucket.  I still feel weird telling personal stories on the inter-web, and still have enough self consciousness to think before posting for all to see.

So you don't even know the half of it.  My dating life is really just gross.  It seems that all I encounter is unavailable, undesirable, or unattainable.  This, in combination with my rampant intimacy issues has resulted in a somewhat (totally) begrudged 26 year old whom has never carried on with a fella for longer than a few months.  I don't know, it feels weird to me, too.

I have, however, carried out a string of slinky affairs.  I know, color you shocked.  Yes, this single girl admittedly does enjoy occasional attention from the male species.  Rather, holds herself (to herself) so tightly 345 days of the year, that the other 20 days is spent in explosive bursts of questionable energy.  Too much?

Well as skilled as I have gotten in ignoring the consequences of my seasonal poor decision making, I have also gotten to a point where I have become quite disillusioned with the nonsense.  I don't want to be the girl guys cheat on their girlfriends with anymore.  It's not cute to take advantage of people and use them as playthings.  You know what?  Men have feelings, too.  I KNOW, I WAS ALSO SHOCKED.

You know, I really don't accept mediocre in any other arena in my life, but somehow I have settled for the life of ordinary slut when it comes to love.  Ironic, no?
So, I guess I'll just cinch that belt in a liiiiittle tighter, and wait for something Exceptional to cross my path.