Men, boys, whatever.
I’m not going to mention any names, but I am going to vent. No, screw that: I’m going to RANT.
I didn’t date a lot in high school. I tried, but there was only one person I ever felt comfortable with… you know, safe. But it feels like I have to initiate EVERYTHING, and that’s not cool.
Touch me, damn it! I shouldn’t have to ask and I shouldn’t have to explain… visual clues, dude! Body language. Are you bored with me? Shit.
Fuck it, I’m done. I assume Felicia knows who’s unattached and trustworthy…
Yeah, right. I’m probably spending the weekend alone.
I’m probably spending the rest of my LIFE alone.
- Note: These are the proverbially cold and lonely woods I’m in right now — carrying a shotgun and a grudge.