I am- Break up Girl
(Bitter is not really the word. Though I realize that bitter is the thing that puts lines around your mouth and crows feet at your eyes. So the only way to really get over a lying sack of shit is a rebound, and of course bitterness. Yes, R E B O U N D. Say it with me ladies. (I know, has it really gotten to this?) So I go out and find my target. Approval all around. Perfect, tall, nice ass (great for grabbing and pulling towards you), big smile, juicy lips…. And bang he leaves with, okay get this, an older plainer, fatter, smaller breasted lady. Holy fuck! When did standards get skewd. I did not get the memo. Then I go home and wake up to half strange wet dream. Like someone poured camomile tea in my panties. Nipples hard.
When did dating get so hard? Actually not dating, just fucking. Like I have to fill out a series of forms, as if I am getting a video membership. Or even a credit card for that matter. All I want to do is get over a lying, cheating, sack of American shit. Do I have to make it part of my list to Santa. Please Santa bring me a man, not a boy this time. Someone that opts for telling me the truth before he turns our relationship into a proverbial arm and hangs in out of the bus window, just waiting for it get knocked off. Happy Valentines Day.
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