Today Feels Like Monday

The truth is black and white.
Men fall in love with my vagina and not ME.

This is something that I have to deal with and live with and understand. I don't have anyone to talk to about it because nobody can relate. I must be one of the best fucks out there, seriously.

So imagine this, if you fucking can...

Great weekend with the man you love. He doesn't love you back because...well, that's the whole issue. Why doesn't he? Great chemistry, awesome conversations, funny jokes, fantastic fucking time, and last but entirely not least, perfect sex. You know, the kind where you cum at the same time every time?

For some weird, off-the-wall reason, I was feeling good this weekend. Inside and out. There was some serious internal happiness happening. I felt confident and pretty. It was how rapid he called me to tell me he was in the desert. It was how he looked at me and kissed me right when I walked in. He never does that. So all weekend i thought something was coming, some sort of confession of feelings or promise.

Nothing.

Here's my vagina...it will accomodate you next time, and the time after that, and the time after that...!

But now that it's Sunday, I'm home, work's over with and he's back in the smoggy OC, doing whatever  he does, everything is back to normal. Normal as in, I'm missing him, trying to meet other men to replace him but everyone sucks, and he isn't giving a damn about me and won't bother talking to me again until he's here again.

So what happens when i do meet someone worth keeping?

Sadly, I'll have to never talk to him again because i could never ever ever ever be faithful to my new dude. He'll always be better.

Gonna throw up.

I am so DUMB