Boyfriends, what is the meaning of those things anyway. Are they accessories to be worn in order to match my purple dress, white waist belt, and white cork heeled opened toed shoes? Are they like some inexpensive drug that puts you on an emotional roller coaster, causing you to scream on television, “CRACK IS WACK”?! Or do they replace liquid courage with a more solid form?
Not too long ago, I would have easily been able to define a boyfriend. Perhaps, my glass is beginning to look a bit more half empty than half full. I’ll let you know the outcome once I’ve checked the fridge for more 2% chocolate milk, may be I need to scratch the chocolate part and just get the milk. As I continue to live up my summer, I keep wondering, why should I become someone’s girlfriend. The single and mingling life is looking pretty good these days. The new comers are keeping me entertained, and I’m keeping them at arms length.
Every once in a while I will let one get close enough. I’ll start lowering that iron wall, and soften up bit. Then, that is exactly when things go down hill. My possible prospect would turn out to be a waste of time and energy. Take for instance this situation. I was talking to someone, and I think the hours we spent together had us on a semi-fast track. The first “date” was at Denny’s, primarily because I was just getting off of work, and wanted to meet up somewhere close to home and a casual setting. We manage to sit there for 4 hrs just talking. When the bill came, I took out my money to pay for my meal, but he insisted on paying the $17 dollar bill(We ate something simple, I wasn’t very hungry). I went ahead and left the tip. After the little dinner, we parted way, and he texted me to see if I was still up for a night walk that I had mentioned earlier. So we took a 3hr walk at night. Now lets fast-forward!
Do not get me wrong, I have no problem buying someone something to eat. When you are hungry and low on funds, don’t worry, I got you. However, please have a conscience. This gentleman, and I use the term loosely, knows of my 2 jobs that I am currently working. He also knows that I was/am saving greater portions of my checks for school supplies and books. He doesn’t know the amount, but come on, you know I am working 12hr shifts Mon-Fri. So when you complain about being hungry and wanting food, it would behoove you, to not ask for the MOST expensive item on the menu. I’m not asking for reimbursements, but damn, where is your conscience. That, and among other things, have swept any of his possible chances away.
See, I had taken a break from the dating world to avoid the onset of bitterness from disappointing relationships. Now as a single and mingling gal, why bother getting into one. I feel like, at this age, I will just be wasting my time and effort on someone undeserving. I am on summer break, with a busy schedule, that promises to get worst once school starts. The little time I have now to go wild and have fun will not be spent on some temp.
Right now, a boyfriend seems like an emotionally draining parasite. I think I rather cater to myself, and have my fun, with my own restrictions.
