this is how I am. I'm at the least civil with all of my ex girlfriends. I'm on friendly terms with them, but they've all moved away, so there's no hanging out...not that I probably would if they lived near me.
*waiting for Rick to come in*
Not sure what you want me to say. I'm thinking a multitude of different things based on this situation tbh.
It's tough, man. Shit is crazy. I just want to find a decent chick who's pretty decent looking who likes me and who won't go jump on some other dude's thingy at the drop of a hat. Dating sucks. There is seriously almost no incentive for guys to be decent people anymore. Or maybe I'm looking in the wrong places.
That's why I only seriously date home bodies breh. You might thinking I'm fucking with you, but I'm serious. It's almost an inevitability that if a chick is almost entirely interested in "going out and having a good time" she's a ho and wants to fuck and will probably end up "making a mistake" by putting herself in a vulnerable situation with a bunch of dudes who have nothing else on their brain except slinging dick.
It's one thing to enjoy hanging out with friends, it's another to have one of your main interests in life be going to bars or clubs and getting drunk and acting a fool with your friends. That's one of those every now and then events, not every weekend events.
The interesting thing I found about those who enjoy getting fucked up all the time and end up doing stupid shit is that they're showing their true personality with their actions. You guys ever notice that some of your friends admit or say some crazy shit when they're inebriated? That's because they've been supressing those thoughts for a long time and for whatever reason the substance they're taking relaxes them enough or fills them with enough I don't give a fuck anymore juice that they start spilling the beans. This is how you truly learn people's personalities. That and deep conversations over an extended period of time, which in reality is basically the same thing while they're inebriated except inebriation speeds up the process.
A good example is two weeks ago I went to my buddies birthday party. We all were fairly smashed, I was high and slightly drunk, my other friends were all drunk. For whatever reason, one of my friends started talking to me about Ashley and how at his wedding he couldn't stop staring at her tits because she was wearing this low cut dress. It didn't surprise me at all because everyone in that room was probably guilty of it, Ashley does have some nice, beautiful, large, succulent chesticles that I'd do just about anything in the world to motorboat the shit out of right now. What was I saying?
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Oh yeah, um, so my friend for whatever reason just felt that was the right time to divulge all of this information to me. Take into account as well that his wedding was 6 years ago. I wasn't angry or upset about this revelation, I just thought it was curious how people feel the need to store all of these inner thoughts for so long but whenever the time comes that they get in this mental state where they feel complete relaxation given the surroundings and the people they start acting in a manner that truly is who they are.
tl;dr Sluts gonna slut. Find a nice bitch at the library.
