P is for Pathetic, Playa

Critical rule number one for an almost grown woman: almost grown men suck! I am so tired of guys who will lie to the death, even when confronted with the evidence of their games. Remember that guy, P, that I was telling you about? Well when it comes to jerks, P wears the crown! He had me laboring under false pretenses, saying that none of the girls up here were his type, how he couldn’t wait for me to get up here, how he wanted to “scoop me up” before all the other guys up here.

Well, ladies not only is talk cheap…it’s free, with no warranty, and not considered a binding contract! He gets me up here, and he completely, after one meeting, ignores me. Then I see him coming from some girl’s bedroom at 2 a.m.! Now, I may be a novice at the whole dating game, but I can certainly take a hint the size of the Eiffel Tower! If you didn’t want to be with me, why didn’t you say so? What is wrong with saying what you want? I don’t have time for nonsense. I’m still figuring out who I am; I don’t have time to figure out who you aren’t. Life’s too short and the line too long for good men to be hanging around with a loser in disguise. So, now I am single at college…single and looking. Not seeing very much though, wondering if I should get some glasses.

Anyway, on to other news…got duped into buying a magazine subscription that I can’t afford…another smooth talking male, but a really nice one. I have gotten another book for class! Only three more to go. I am still looking for a job, but right now I am also enjoying my free time. Have yet to get a comment on the diary…someone please write me one! Please!

Where’s the love?


P.S. Almost grown men suck. Peace Love and Hair grease. Read the footer.

Stay tuned for another misadventure of this almost grown woman…until the next time, keep it true, no matter how many feelings truth hurts!

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