So, basically… I’m tumblr-sexual.
A new comic and an update about life!
So I ask this guy, one of the first older-guys-in-relationships that I knew, tonight, why exactly it is that I’m only pursued by older-guys-in-relationships. Because hell, we were drunk, we hadn’t talked in years almost. So I ask. Why? And he says something to the effect of: guys, they have relationships. They have girlfriends and wives that make the bed. They help with dinner, they’re sweet. Guys like that. It’s nice, but it gets boring. To some, it gets boring. They see you, all dark eyes and blunt conversation, and they know you’re something else. You’re different, perverted I guess but not just that. Beautiful, but wild. Maybe it’s terrible, but you’re the girl they fantasize about. You’re not going to say no or I have a headache. They’ll remember you, but they’ll go back to their lives. You’re a taste of something they can’t take all of. Guys want to ravage you.
I’m not sure that helped.
I made a CD of all the songs my last boyfriend changed the meaning of. You know how some songs, you can’t listen to them after you break up? These are those songs. Listen to them and maybe then I can, too!