I blamed my next hookup for the last one not working, till I became empty.I was in a seven-year relationship that lasted at least three years too long.Then, there’s the hopeless romantic, the one who wants love so badly he thinks he is the guy every girl wants.He likes dating, freely-thinking each time, "This is the one." He works hard all of his life to be a good guy, but when things don’t work the way he planned, he’s in denial.I finally broke it off and found myself in a two-year affair with my best friend who had a boyfriend at the time.
Once I reached a certain age, I thought this was it.
You know if you wait long enough, if you have patience, your catch may be greater. I was a hopeless romantic that swam with a spear trying to get the best catch.
I was constantly flailing and becoming more cynical, treating people like they didn’t deserve to be treated.
I went through the "slut period" after each breakup, feeling worse and worse, while other males praised me for sticking it in anything.
I lived for that praise because somebody needed to validate what I had grown to hate.