- Be a bigoted asshole who tells me that I need counseling because I believe in having open relationships and because I’m kinky. And that being kinky means that I’m after 5 minutes of fun as opposed to a serious stable relationship – and apparently it also makes me someone who only fools around.
I’d say kiss my butt, but my butt’s too good for him.
He didn’t know what hit him.
Well he did. It was my astonishingly impressive and formidable vocabulary and expressive and articulate response.
Hope it felt like a brick.
I haven’t dated one single person since my last relationship. This says something about the quality of men out there than it does about my lack of patience.
Also that I don’t really mind being single, it gives me time to focus on myself and enjoy my life. I think a lot of men are surprised by this. At least that’s the impression I’m getting. I don’t need a man. It throws them a bit. It confuses them and I would hope that one day I’ll meet a man who it challenges enough to not send me a picture of his penis and expect me to swoon at his feet.
Unless he’s James Deen. Or Jason Momoa. Then I might swoon.
On another note, the moving to South America and opening a cat orphanage is looking better by the minute.