Beer's a bitch

The rebound girl never wins. Especially if the man she's dating just ended a 4 year relationship- with beer. Daniel loves beer so much he would sell his soul for just a sip. And naturally, I have it bad for him. At first I thought I had complete control over the situation. The bitch would pop up in discussion from time to time, dazzle his head with lustful thoughts for a minute or two, but for the most part, I was winning. And then last night, after literally 30 seconds of dog on dog action, she showers him with shame which causes him to force quit. AA meetings teach you to wait a year before getting into a relationship. Daniel waited 3 weeks. Evidentially, the bitch got to his head last night and stopped what very much could have been the best sex ever. I got the, it’s not you, it’s me” speech. I’ve never gotten this line before but I am certain it almost always means, really it’s your fault. Daniel thinks he’s too sick to get emotionally attached to anyone right now. He says I am too much of a temptation and although he wants me, “we” must be patient Naturally, it makes me want him more.

I am constantly finding myself with men dilemmas. I have a habit of falling in love with all the wrong men. Recently there was Mr.I Love Live Porn, dude. His thing is watching friends fuck his girl. However beautiful he may have been, that is a menu order I would never choose. Then who could forget Mr. Big, who NEVER wants to settle down, Mr. I love to pee on women and then fuck them, and of course, Mr. I am so beautiful lets spend the entire date talking about it. Freshly added to the list is Mr. I have an addiction and it’s not you. I know I should probably walk away, so says my head. My heart says I need to tough it out and put the bitch in her place. Plus, last night, my “number” increased. By a half. For nothing else, I need to finish what I started. Even if it means riding the rebound ride a little bit longer.