I Am Surrounded By Cowards

Ooh, it’s a double- post day. That’s never a good sign.

I just got dumped by email. And for some reason, this one hurts more than some of the others. It’s that loss of possibility that really gets me every time. Mostly 'cause I really thought this guy was different from all the rest...the death of anything even remotely fledging…Ouch! And I suppose a break-up email is better than a break-up Post-it note…but still! I guess I can console myself with (a box of red wine...and...) the fact that at least this one—at the very, VERY minimum—had the courtesy to let me know where he stood, unlike the OTHER guy I’m supposedly dating, who just simply stopped calling. I of course could call him back, but fuck it. I have my pride. And what really gets me is my utter and complete shock every single time it happens. I am actually SURPRISED that these men don't want to date me. I really believe that they don't know how good they've got it. God! Men are so egotistical! Do they actually think that women are going to be so positively DEVASTATED by the fact that they don’t want to be with us anymore, that we won’t be able to carry on living? So it’s best not to say anything at all? For our own protection? C’mon. Get over yourselves, men.

Well, and of course, let’s not also forget the fact that no man ever wants to actually burn any bridges with the women-folk, just in case he gets horny in a few months’ time, he can pull the old I-just-found-your-number-in-my-wallet-wanna-fuck trick. Luckily, I haven’t forgotten the lesson I relearned from being with Raymond: IT’S NOT ABOUT ME! So two more guys to relegate to the Island of Lost Men (wink, wink, Lisa.)

The Law of Averages does state that I am eventually bound to find a prince amongst all these frogs I keep stumbling upon. I'm definitely earning my stripes, that's for sure. I am also painfully aware that I keep making the same mistake over and over again. And I am a firm believer that the cycle will never be broken until I actually learn the lesson I am supposed to learn and stop making the same mistake, which of course is my tendency to rush into things. Of course, I'll be over all of this come Saturday night, but in the meantime, I am going to lick my wounds by dousing them with copious amounts of red wine.

Bottoms up!