I was dumped at 3:11 this afternoon. I'm not really heartbroken, I'm just grieved that, like all my relationships, it was a big waste of time and emotions. Don't get me wrong, I'm upset. Considerably upset, but only because it's times like these that I feel that I will die alone and miserable. I'm too choosy with the men in my life. I want someone very specific, and because of the specificalities, I end up settling on one or more conditions/stipulations to my ideal mate. Those settlements get me into trouble. But it's impossible to find one that meets all my requirements. It's stupid the way I do this. I should just drop all the stips and go out with everyone who asks. Then decipher their flaws and eliminate the guy based on my discoveries.
It's seldom that someone has the balls to walk up to me on the street and ask me out, but it happened yesterday, coincidentally. It was so adorable. He was this little Mexican (I think) guy who asked if I was free for coffee. I turned him down, but maybe I'll reconsider based on knowledge that came to light at 3:11 this afternoon. Hopefully he's still standing there.
I don’t know why I felt the need to blog about this. I know I do get somewhat personal about things going on in my life on this blog, but not that I was dating someone. We weren’t in a serious relationship, but it still hurts to hear that he no longer wishes to see me.
I’m not looking for pity. Please don’t take pity on me. I’ll find someone else soon enough and all this will be dust in the wind.