*blue balls not included.
Deal Breakers, Benching, Pancaked… eh, I could do without all the clever ways of you masking the fact you DON’T want to date me. Seriously, fucking man up, assholes.
But for the interested, here’s what you really get for breakfast when you are pancaked (courtesy of Urban Dictionary).
And then here are eight rules to “benching” (courtesy of Daily Bedpost). Read: football not in the Play Book.
Then MSN goes and tells me all your “Deal Breakers.” Some of which, I’m sure include becoming an insecure, emotionally unstable, bitchy, drunken mess… but I digress.
And for perhaps the blissfully uninformed, here’s How To Dump Your Summer Fling, from The Frisky.
And then, here’s two of my middle fingers, since I know what you were intending to do anyway. Dick.
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This blog is about pursuit: a transplanted Clevelander (me) in a new city (that's you, Pittsburgh!), pursuing the role of a self-employed copywriter, becoming a roller derby badass and somehow merging all my to-do items into one ever-growing Bucket List.
And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
