Well I have a pretty bad list of ex’s. The first one ended up to be a total bitch who I almost ended up killing myself over ( long and uninteresting story). I used to really care about her till she left me then I saw the real her.
The second one I was on and off 3 times, on the third time she was holding hands with a senior 3 days after we went back out. And she looked at me like I did something wrong and was the asshole. So I pretty much unloaded on her and never speak to that whore again either.
The third was just a plain physcio bitch, we all know that kind.
Now the current girl I like, I thought I used to be able to read women but she is deffently different. Shes kind of the “different” kid shes not crazy or dresses in all black or shit like that. Doesn’t cut herself bla bla bla. Well I have known her for the whole school year, and now I like her, and it seems every women I like it is near impossible to be with.
See my first gf was only allowed to see people on the weekends, the second coulden’t have any guy friends let alone boyfriends, but that didn’t stop this bitch. The third could see people…but shes crazy she dosen’t count. This new girl can see people I met her parents they seem to like me (SCORE…I kinda guess) but I tried going places with her and she asked me to the movies one day.
She knows how much I like her but she USED to like me, now only likes me as a “brother”…dear lord the friend zone. Well I got totally wasted at a party and spilled my heart we both laughed at this the next morning. Told her she was different than all the bitches in my life more mushy stuff and that happy horseshit. I call her alot and I get the feeling this is a problem because she dosen’t like to talk on the phone but does still talk to me on it. At the movies she let me hold her and that stuff. She can’t date till shes 16 but if I remember correctly will give me a shot.
So more info to come and I need help because I’m getting mixed signals here.
dude go back to looking at underwear catalogues and playing video games cos bitches your age (im guessing like 15-16) be crazy. and stop using the word woman to describe people born in the 90s. oh also if she actually did like you she wouldnt give a FUCK about being 16. you are her bitch manfriend- do you pay for shit when you hang out?
My piece of advice, don’t read to much into everything, you are a kid, some say it gets better, some say it gets worse, I say get your fair share.
Try it with her and if it is not working out move on.
I’m not even going to get started on this thread. If I do i will begin speaking of a vile creature named Shelley Hemming, whom I now refer to as “The-sociopathic-crackwhore-psycho-manipulative-demonspawned-cheating-thieving-wolf-in-sheeps-clothing(remember im a kiwi)-lying-vile-hell-thing”.
HUSH Colonel! Now that you post on the INTRAWEBS and have mentioned her, she can faultlessly track you down!
OMFG and other banalities.
My luck with women:
The women I have loved are like the city I live in. Most are older than me, most have issues of their own and most are resilient because things didn’t work out for them the way other people wanted but they have made good. All of them are warm and witty and wise and practical and people seem to forget about them.
Oh we were asked to elaborate on personal experience?
Well there is this one I still can’t wrap my head around (I wonder how often I already wrote about it… looks like this is really an issue for me I hate self-analysis)
She was smart, she was damn beautiful, she was a freak of the good kind (if you know what I am talking about wink wink) and to top it all off she had the cutest smile and the deepest eyes I have ever seen.
The rotten luck part was that we only had 6 nights and 5 precious days before I had to leave the country. And I bullshit you not, the moment we kissed good bye and the door of her taxi closed it started to rain and I had to walk 3 blocks to the subway in the fucking rain. (it is a good things tears never show in the poring rain)
Only thing I have from her is a large print of one of the pictures I took hanging on my wall that I see every time I leave the room and when I go to sleep.
I stopped reading after this sentence. Have you ever stopped to consider that the problem is not with the women, but more likely, it exists between your monitor and chair?