I Hate Men

I haven't hated the male species for a while. I'm sick of them right now...

St. Patrick's Day was a fucking mess. There was a run in with myValentine. I have never been so out of control while intoxicated or regretted anything as much as that night. I might post about it later when I'm less embarrassed/pissed off about it. It was a lesson I had to learn.

The Co-worker post was written before St. Pat's went down so I'm considerably less chipper about that situation also.

The Doc randomly texted me a couple times on Friday night to get together. I ignored it. A couple more on Saturday asking why I was ignoring him. I ignored it. Sunday... I couldn't take it anymore. What the fuck do you want... it's not going to happen. Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit! I should have just stopped texting back but I need to have the last word. Here's an update on him for you, apparently, there are a plenty of eager and willing girls ready to suck his cock and he's already been blown 3 times today. Right.... so he's texting me repeatedly, why? He didn't have an answer to that. Blah, blah blah, more bullshit. Then his last text was: "You lose. I win. Game over." And he still thinks I'm a 'poor little immature girl'.

R2. It's not so much hate as indifference. We had a talk. There's no girlfriend. But I do think he too much of an 'innocent nice boy' for me.

Where is the happy medium? The notabigfuckingjerkthatstilllovestogetroughanddirty! Where is he and how do I find him?