Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Underage nerds need not apply

Now don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with a younger man... if you're into that. I'm over it. In my opinion you have to subtract at least 3 years from a guy's age to get his maturity level and I'm looking for a man not a boy. Here's my predicament: I'm back in university. I've made my peace with the fact that everyone's life is on their own time table and all that jazz, but the men here are, well,  boys. Every decent looking guy I've met on campus is at most 22 and anyone I've met who's older is WAYYY older.

Imagine my disappointment when a nice, decent looking, intellectual guy on campus and I exchange numbers and I later find out he's 20. TWENTY. 2-0. He wouldn't even be able to take me out to certain places. So thanks, but no thanks. I don't want to be someone's cougar. And yes I'm fully aware that while I'm nearing 30 I'm not anywhere near Cougarville, I'd much prefer someone my age or a few years older. An older guy doesn't have time for bullshit and usually has his life figured out. I want to be someone's partner, not their mother. While I'm all for taking care of one another, I cannot and will not be the one doing all the work.

So sorry boys, but I'm looking for a man.

Monday, October 10, 2016

And so it ends...

I just want to say that this post is in no way complete and is going to be very long. I need to keep coming back to add in all the details. _______________________________________________________________________________
I've started this blog, at the suggestion of a friend, to catalog everything that's happening right now. Good, bad, weird, all of it. You see I'm what people call a serial monogamist. I'm more wife than girlfriend, but boy do I know how to pick'em. Somehow I always end up with men that are the worst possible choice and just keep seeing the good in them. It's not necessarily that they're bad people (for the most part), they just aren't the right fit for me and I somehow stick it out. I'm going to be completely straightforward and tell you right now that I am backlogging some of these posts because in the first days of my breakup I wouldn't have been able to do this. It took everything in me to put on a brave face and go to school, work and let's not forget, be a bridesmaid in my best friend's wedding.

I won't be using real names just because I have too much respect for people, even when they've hurt me.

My ex and I have been together for 6 years and 8 months... to the day. And now it's over.
Wednesday night he was a little odd, but really nothing out of the ordinary. He fell asleep on the couch which always annoys me. I never sleep well when he isn't in bed. Thursday morning I had a later class than he did so he wanted to let me sleep in and just gave me a quiet kiss before he left and said he loved me. Over the course of the day I texted him a few times, but I never got an answer. While I thought it was odd, he was notorious for leaving his phone on silent or not checking it for hours. Now, usually on Tuesdays and Thursdays we'd get lunch together since we have a break at the same time. I sent him a text letting him know where I was and again got no answer and never even ran into him even though we're in the same buildings at the same times.

I waited until after class to try to get in touch with him again, this time I tried to call. I hadn't heard from him since 6:30 in the morning and now it was almost 5 at night.