I’m going through one of those phases where everything that
is hitting me on me…..shouldn’t be. It’s gotten to the point where I’m starting to wonder if it’s not them, it’s me. Am I giving off some form of loser homing signal I’m not aware of?
Forgetting the strange Mr X incident, in the past week I’ve
been hit on by not one, but two married truck drivers, a guy I used to flirt with
many moons ago, an ex and today joining the pack of weirdos CM has made a
reappearance.
What the fuck?
It’s always flattering to get hit on but when the quality of
guy is as low as it has been you start to wonder if it’s more of an insult than
a compliment.
CM’s reappearance was unexpected if you remember that far
back, CM was in a 3 year relationship with someone else when we had our fling.
Then I decided he had too many deal breakers and had to break things off. He
informed me today, he has finally broken up with his girlfriend. That’s all
well and good for him, but it doesn’t change anything, yes, he has one less deal
breaker now but he still has far too many to overlook.
Plus, I’m spoken for… sort of. There are no titles with
Barney and I yet so theoretically I’m single but I’m not about to play that
game. Although I wish he'd realize I’m a woman in high demand (even if it’s by
weirdos) and make a make a little more time for me.
That’s my life right now, getting old and being unloved, or
at least being unloved by anyone worth being loved by….. I hate my birthdays.
They always seem to be the most depressing day of the year. Maybe because I’m
always single for my birthday and I’m so far away from home, I just can’t help
but feel alone or maybe it’s because getting old just sucks I don’t know. Maybe
that’s the question of the blog; do you like your birthday? Why or why not? Let
me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.
Love,
The Honest Bitch
xoxoxo
