After getting rejected for the fourth time by my true love. Scratch that I am only nineteen, I don't even know what love is, for all I know being in love leads to paternity tests on the Maury Show, on basic cable, classy.
What can I say he was my first boyfriend, I'm naive and a female. Ready to face the world of rejection one pair of chucks at a time.
After washing my face for the second time trying to get the red irritation that took over my face faster than an STD. I looked out the window for some reassurance from the sun that everything was going to be just hunky dory. To my luck the sky was darker than Loch Ness and it started to down pour. I sat and absorbed the weather just like the seats of my 93' Corolla were absorbing rain water like a kitchen sponge because I left the windows cracked due to lack of air conditioning.
It seems at this point of my life all of my closest friends have someone they can call their own. Thinking about it now my five closest friends are all in a relationship. 11th wheel really isn't that bad. People feel sorry for you so the attention is usually drawn towards you. Poor girl (there must be something wrong with her...) So for now I'll enjoy the single life. Who knows who tomorrow will bring. For now I'll rely on my cat for affection. Cross eyed and fat, who could ask for more?
1 comment:
bwahahaha! relationships. beautiful. there is a joy to being single. keep that in mind. you can own 11 cats. and no one will think you're weird. wait. scratch that. you won't think you're weird. :P. but really, you're cool.
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