*blue balls not included.
Something I never understood about dating: the wait.
The wait to see if he will call.
The wait to see if he will reply to your email.
The wait to see if he shows up.
The wait for the fucking ring…
Jesus Christ! Why can’t a man show some enthusiasm every once in a while instead of having to follow through on some stupid “rule?” I hope men realize that when you keep a lady waiting, she may not be as eager as she once had seemed. I remember what it’s like to wait around for some asshole to call you… could you imagine sitting around waiting for an email? Not like you can take the computer around with you like your cellular. You’re stuck there…sitting…waiting…sitting…waiting…
PICK UP THE DAMN PHONE!
Women wait around for that “one” to sweep them immediately off their feet—it happens, believe me! I suppose without going off on too many tangents this evening, I mean to advise you: DO IT NOW!
She’s waiting…
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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.
