This week has been one for the record books, but unfortunately, not in a good way. As you are aware, I had planned a return trip down South to visit my Caribbean boyfriend, but once again, I am left wanting here stateside. He never responded to any of my attempted contacts, and therefore, I have no way of connecting with him. I am obviously confused and hurt but also again disillusioned with the opposite sex. Despite others' thoughts on the subject of our relationship, he has consistently been communicative and supportive, and this perceived betrayal is a reminder that it is HIGH time a man do something for me for a change. Where is my grand gesture? The moment where my knight in shining armor comes galloping to me on a white horse instead of me trying to fight the waves to swim out toward it. When?!
This week has thrown some curveballs, but I am doing my best to bounce them back just as hard. I recently spoke of having done the right thing, only to have the pie thrown back in my face. Well, sometimes, even a self-proclaimed *sshole can surprise me, surprise me with an ounce of gratitude and even a sense of humor for my honesty and directness.
And I finally told Superman to fly away and not return. I am taking my own readily-available medicine and not letting a man continue to play games with me. It is disgusting and very clear to me that his confusion and irresponsibility are completely unrelated to me at this point, and I am no longer going to cater to his, quite frankly, idiocy. Grow up!
It would be a grandiose mistake, however, not to admit that there are many, many times where I am genuinely, down to my core, grateful that I am single. I enjoy my life very much, but there are the times where I am lonely. And that is when I long for my grand gesture.
Song choice of the day: World Spins Madly On by The Weepies
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