I think I’m done with Mr. 7am, my beautiful Adonis. I know I said I was going to give him a chance, and I did. However, he blew it. His schedule and his inability to have the common courtesy to let me know that he isn’t going to be coming over, as planned, is just too much for me to deal with. Yes, he did look amazing standing naked in my living room, but that’s just not enough anymore.
His schedule got changed again this week so he was able to come over Tuesday night to hang out for more than a couple of hours. I was nervous about it because I wasn’t sure if we’d have enough to talk about, and we didn’t, but he does make me laugh and of course the sex was awesome. Again, it just isn’t enough. I need someone who I can hang out with, talk to, get to know, not just drink beer and then have lots of sex.
The sex is addicting, and yes, it’s hard to give that up. That doesn’t change the fact that I find myself stressing out over how shady he is sometimes and over the lack of an intellectual connection. The sex is supposed to relieve stress, but if he’s causing me more stress in other ways then it’s just not worth it. I don’t need any extra stress in my life.
Men. Damn men. As much as I love them, they drive me crazy, and not always in a good way. They tell me they want me to do one thing, then when I do it, they tuck tail and run. So who’s the real coward here? At least I’m out there trying. I’m looking for something deeper and something meaningful. I may not always go about it in the best way possible, but at least I’m trying.
So in the spirit of not becoming a hermit who sits at home on the couch all the time, I’m about to get ready and go to my local watering hole for some dinner, drinks, and live music. Of course I’m hoping DC might be there, but even if she’s not I’ll be fine. I’m going to go relax and enjoy the show. NO stress, NO man, NO problem.