Will I ever learn?

I'll be honest: I do stupid things. No matter how smart, how amazing, or how great you think I am, I do stupid things. Every Friday, I'll be posting a countdown of the 3 most idiotic things I've done for the week. Let's get this party started right:

3. Attempting to rationalize with Little Bit - You see, Little Bit, who I will refer to as LB, is a younger guy. Much younger. In an effort to create a situation that should have been easy for the both of us, I tried explaining why we could never be together and why he should see other people. Of course, LB doesn't quite understand my idea of "managing expectations."

2. Attempting to rationalize with pompous arses - I think this is pretty clear. It just ain't happening.

1. Admitting to going on a date with someone else - This is always a questionable act. The outcome can be either really good or really, really bad. LB didn't seem to get the message when we spoke about expectations, so I thought telling him that I was going on date with another guy would have taken care of any dreams he had of being in a relationship with me. Not only did I admit this to him, but I blocked all incoming calls so that he could not contact me even if he wanted. Unfortunately, things did not go as planned. Now, I have a whining, crying, tempermental male human on my hands who appears will stop at nothing to convince me that I should not date other people and be with him. I can be assured that this will follow me through next week and into the top 3 again.

Oh, joy.

Missing the top 3 by a sliver of stupidity: (1)Taking caffeine pills at a ridiculous hour, causing loss of sleep and a generally crappy attitude and (2)doing something terribly mean to LB in hopes that he would get the message. He didn't.

The weekend is here, my prime time for more stupidity. It's on!

The Moment of Enlightenment

"That's why you're sitting there alone."

Those are the famous last words from a loving relative at the height of the most ridiculous arguement I've ever had in my life. Being that said relative has the perfect life: great job, great(so it appears) marriage, great(or, so they hope) kids, the comment stung. In the heat of the moment or drunk, people are usually most honest. Is this what said relative thought of me? That I was alone because I was not quite capable of sitting down and shutting up?

Well, I'll be damned.

Truth be told, I can't pinpoint one particular reason why I am single. Maybe it's because my dating experiences have been less than optimal. Or maybe I am not quite into being in a serious relationship at the time. Quite possibly, it's because I'm so sick of dealing with pompous arses that I'd rather toy with them and enjoy myself while they drive themselves mad.

No reference to noted relative being a pompous arse, but whatever.

My last relationship was with The Ex. The Ex was a nice looking guy of the tall, dark, and handsome variety. He was also a user who broke it off with me because I was not willing to support him and his silly spending habits. He found it ideal to date others who were willing to give him money while in a 'relationship' with me. This did not bode well for The Ex, who begged relentlessly for 2 months before I blocked him from calling me. Alas, I think he is gone for good.

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