It was a choice of writing “big love” (affairs which are common these days), the book that I’m currently reading or an incident that annoyed me today. I chose to talk about men.
"You don't get to call me a whore. When I met you, I thought I had found the person that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I was done! All the boys and all the bars and all the obvious daddy issues, who cares? I was done. You left me. I'm all glued back together now. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke. You don't get to call me a whore."
Obviously when people think that they have broken up, some of us choose to cry our lungs out and be in the sorrow state. Some try to be positive and move on. I choose to achieve a well defined target which will lead to a balanced lifestyle for me and my girl. So instead of being happy like the reaction of other people upon me sharing the news, you had the guts to say that I can’t do what is best for me and live the life as I like. That I should consider the effect of my action towards my loved ones.
As far I know, the lil one is my only concern, there is no other loved ones. And I know the opportunities will actually work best for my girl. Is it the fact that my plan is very well defined that it actually makes you intimidated that I can actually move on?
Wishful thinking always ends up into broken promises. If a change was wanted, it could have been done a long time ago. There is no point of making plans when there is no proper blueprint in place. It’s like making the perfect design of a house when you haven’t even purchased the plot of land.
Typical McDreamy type. Seriously. They simply cant make up their bloody mind.
I am not saying it is easy but I feel it is more bearable compare to what I experienced the first time around (which was like a few years ago!). I guess it comes with this age (here we go again of being in our 30s) that there is more to life than letting these things taking control of you.
So lesson to me, never think that you are not good enough to date the McSteamy type. You are as beautiful as you want to be to date with a truly Candy Man (a friend keeps scolding me for thinking I am not good enough to date those seriously good looking and equally nice at heart men). If a Candy Man decides to give his number, DO call!
McDreamy is the knight in shining armour. He pretends to be a nice guy, but in fact he is selfish. He doesn't know what he wants.
McSteamy is plain dirty and naughty. but hot n sexy. He’s brutally honest and doesn't try to hide it. Beneath the bad boy exterior is something worthy.
Ps: Author is fine, just ventilating herself for the sheer stupidity of a few men (a few only, I am sure there are plenty of good men out there). *winks*