Archive | July 4, 2011

Breaking Point

I hate men!  Maybe that’s a bit too strong of a statement.  Men drive me crazy, and not always in a good way!  That’s better.

Every single freaking time I think things are going good, men have to go and do something stupid to screw it all up.  I spent my birthday Sunday with my family and everyone at church that morning, then went to see EB that afternoon.  We had a great time, he gave me a beautiful present, and we had lots more great sex.  However, when I got home today and talked to him on the phone I mentioned a text that I had received from someone and he completely freaked out on me!  Why dear Lord?  Why do men have to freak out over the stupidest shit?

I’m trying to look at everything a bit more logically this time.  I’ve already noticed some red flags popping up here and there and I know I shouldn’t ignore them.  I also think that I’ve finally reached my breaking point as far as men and relationships are concerned.  I just don’t think I can take any more.

The first red flag with EB was when I told him about my bi-racial little brother and he went off on a rant about how races shouldn’t mix and before long everyone will be brown.  That really pissed me off and I told him that I was not racist at all and had absolutely no problem with bi-racial couples, children, or anything else like that.  I’ve dated many different races of men and I believe that love knows no color.

The second red flag was when I noticed that he has the attention span of a squirrel on crystal meth.  He changes topics mid conversation, forgets things that I’ve told him more than once, and he tends to cut me off a lot when I’m trying to talk.  This just makes me think that he either doesn’t care about what I have to say or he really does have ADD or something and just can’t focus at all.

The third red flag was when we were having sex.  I had previously told him that I was not interested in anal.  I’m sure many of my regular readers know already that it’s just not my thing.  There’s no going there, ever.  So we’re in bed and he has me in the doggy position and starts to go in the back door!  I told him to stop and he did.  Then he said, “well it’s gonna hurt at first.”  Duh, Einstein!  I know it’s going to hurt and that’s why I don’t like it!  He then proceeds to try it again even harder.  I actually had to tell him twice to please stop because he was hurting me.  That right there almost ended our brief relationship.

At this point, after EB’s freak out earlier on the phone, I’m not sure what’s up with him.  I had to get off the phone so my sister could use it and I haven’t called him back yet.  I don’t even want to call him back.  The last thing that I need is a over-bearing controlling man.  I suppose I’ll be returning the only birthday gift that I received this year.

Note to self:  If it seems to good to be true, it probably is.