is mercifully now over.
On paper: owns a house on Fire Island, in finance...
We got set up on a blind date. I am officially that pathetic now.
In person: stared at my tits all night even though I was wearing a pretty modest blouse, made crass jokes, was borderline autistic. And he was shorter than me in my heels. Zero chemistry of any kind. The only thing he had going for him was a fat wallet. I need more than that. I need someone who can keep up with me, make me laugh, who can engage me in some witty repartee.
Now excuse me while I drink some more whiskey and cry myself to sleep while missing my borderline-sociopathic ex with the severe case of PTSD, OCD and anxiety who left me for someone who treats him like shit and doesn't really even want to be with him but keeps him on a tether of guilt because she happened to lose some fingers after she hopped on his Ducati before he planned to dump her.
Ok, I'm giving myself one night to feel sorry for myself! When the sun comes up tomorrow it's back to the "strong woman" shit!



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Then the guy before him I went out with forgot how to talk when we met, he just sat there with a goofy ass grin on his face.

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