It has been a week-long bender for me, mixed with too much travel. I am tired and hung over. It is the sixth hang over in as many days.
Aspirin no longer seems to work. A friend of mine gave me a bunch of pills to cleanse my liver
I’ve been dumped twice.
Inevitable.
The similarity of the conversations was almost eerie by both girls.
They told me they loved me, but we didn’t have a relationship and didn’t think we ever would and they had to leave.
I disappointed them.
I did not beg them not to go. No tears.
I told them I understood and hoped they would find happiness.
They both looked at me with sorrow and walked away like they were defeated.
Leaving me with one regular and my game has been off with her.
Perhaps hard not to.
Easier to be indifferent when you have several women to rendezvous with.
I ran into an ex and she said to me, “I think I have finally figured you out.”
“Really?” I asked, she looked so sure and smug.
“Yep. You’re always protecting your ego.”
“I suppose.” But I don’t really agree with her. This same woman tells me she prefers nice guys and all women do. I laughed at her and told her actions speak louder than words.
I understand her. I understand better than most her nature and the nature of women.
And because of it, I am incapable of love, at least romantic love.
Passion and ardor, I have.
Love I have not.
