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suavely deranged - Page 4

  • The Tinder (And The Damage Done)

    So, riddle me this, Emily Post, what's the etiquette when your ex (who you still want as an FWB) pops up on your Tinder feed? Left or right?


    So, I've discovered that, after the pain of losing cash moneys on non-cancellable events after the ex kicked me to the curb, the best thing for your humble narrator is to stick to banging the unavailable.

    To wit:

    - the married woman from 8+ hours away who unilaterally has decided I'm the one she should cheat with yet requires validation that she is, in fact, worthy of cheating with me; I know, it happens to every guy


    - the non-monogamous ADD bisexual sub who seems to have a higher number with women than I do - respect


    Looking around to see conclusions, and because Ms. Hyde may or may not have read the mess herein, her sending me curbside may have been the best thing to happen to the both of us. And have your daughter call me, yo!

  • I Hate Feeling Like This

    Or, you know, pretty much anyfuckingthing. It's what I get for having my heart tattooed on my arm.


    It's been dark days, like Dylan Thomas fucking dark, around the Manor of late. Had to travel for work for a week, which contributed to not 1 but 2 failures. Because 5 days in girl time is like 5 months in dog years. Or whatever. And ever. Amen.


    So dark that I've been IM'ing with someone I knew in junior high. Because I appreciated the ego boost of being cyberstalked.


    So My Darkest Days that I texted the chick I hate fucked after Jacqueline Hyde (sound it out, it'll come to y'all) kicked me curbside. Blindside style. It's her birthday tomorrow. I hate that I remember that. Although, to be fair, there are like 6 or 7 other birthdays and such that happen to my people in November. 

    And I hate that I'm the stand up guy that's going to text her a happy birthday. I really need better role models. Of the more toxic variety. Do apply within.


    So I'm back again, listening to peppy pop concoctions and trying to find a better state. And venting. Again, no support group. I haven't been sleeping well the past couple of months and tomorrow's going to be a tough day. On the upside, I'm totally going to save on x-mas gifts. So there's that.


    Peace out, y'all. Be good and be safe.

  • Better

    I haven't been able to get more than 4 or 5 hours of sleep at a time of late. Admittedly, my gig is pretty flexible as to start times, so that's fine, but now I have something tangible to work on whilst reinventing my ownself. Yay, goals! And, until I'm actually seeing spots, it's all good. If I didn't drive drowsy, I'd never leave the house.

    Actually, my quest for new knowledge to reacquire my inner game (that I always seem to lose once I land a quality woman; yes, that's right, kiddies, my sticking point is mostly after the close - I'm smart enough to focus on the targets that preselect themselves) has had me kind of excited of late. So much to learn, so little time sleep. Or eat. I do miss Sleepytime, though.


    So, as I was perusing the LinkedIn connections of an old friend from the old days, a familiar name appeared: the oft-mentioned Kendra (check the archives from around 2005. Ish). No, I didn't send her an invite, although I've been sending out many of late. However, this did put into perspective 2 of my, shall we say truths:


    1) None of them is Kendra


    2) It's easy to get over a person.

    In fact, I mostly am, now that I've realized that, while failing to keep attracting her (always be attracting, y'all) is my fault, any ill feelings she may harbor are hers alone. I'm a take the high road (yeah, I know, hard to believe, but there it is) kinda fella. Sue me. Besides, she seems to have a pattern for this sort of thing, in the 20/20 of retrospect. Hindsight, even. And I've fully established what my pattern is. 

    But I digress, I do that.

    What is hard to get over is what said person does and how it makes you feel. In this case, the way she gave head. That will be with me always.


    Alright. Peace out, girl scouts. Be good and be safe.