You know that stage of your life when you feel like just because you slept with someone that it should mean something. Before you realize that it could have the potential to mean nothing. Especially if its a one night stand or you barely know the person. I feel like this stage doesn't last for very long. Probably because you did sleep with someone and felt that that should warrant some sort of tie to that person. You then expected him to somehow get your number from a mutual friend and reach out to you. That didn't happen and you then went through a short whirlwind of emotions that ended with bitterness. Especially after seeing him out in a social setting where he seemed apathetic and perfectly unmoved by your presence. Then after multiple experiences similar to this one your feelings faded to an acceptance of the male specimen. That's just how they are, and that's just how we are. A much better way to feel than angry. It's like one more thing that made life more adult. How could someone do "that" with you, and have no feelings or likeness for you? This was not the fairytale you plotted out in your mind. You felt embarrased about your habit of plotting out a life with someone you barely know. I suppose it's that innocent hopefullness.
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