And you little bitches want to hear my take on the subject. Am I right? or am I right.

Oh come on, don’t play dumb. Ever since I started writing I haven’t talked about what has been happening to me, you know, dating-wise.
Fine. Here goes. (deep breath)
Yeah, I have been going out with someone. For a couple of weeks now.

There. That’s it. Happy?

I guess you’re not. You want some intrigue, drama, and a twist ending à la M. Night Shyamalan. But this is my blog. I’m not catering your needs….

Oh what the hell! I’ll talk.
Speaking of intrigue, consider me intrigued and a half. Why? because the guy I’m dating is not the kind of guy I’d normally go after. I usually hunt for vapid pretty boys who would dump you for a pair of Prada slip-ons faster than you can say "flamer". Which is probably why I find this guy so different. And oddly fascinating. He probably doesn’t even know what the fuck is a Prada slip-on. Thank God.
I’ve noticed that sometimes people see him and treat him as a reflection of his online persona, when in real life he is the exact same opposite of his forum-duelling, messenger terrorizing avatar. I assume no one has taken the chance to look beneath the absurd comments, the insults, and the overall depravity that he types. I took a chance. And it’s like meeting a totally different person. A smart, caring, and surprisingly interesting person, which whom I seem to have more things in common than any of the last imbeciles I’ve been with (those bastards deserve a whole ‘nother chunk of blog, but I’ll leave them for rainy days).
It amazes me how fast we’ve clicked. Sometimes it freaks me out a little when we delve into "couple territory" with some of the things we say or do, because, frankly, we’ve only started to go out. But I guess that’s not so bad. It’s not like we’re suffering the lesbian syndrome (when you meet someone and the next week you’re moving in together) but I like the way things are going. So far, I have no regrets, no matter how many weird looks we may be getting from jaded, envious butt-rags. We’re having a good time. Deal with it.

However, I do have a little spine that stings me from time to time. My previous "significant other", backstabbing little bitch that he is, did such a masterful job of smashing my feelings and self confidence on the floor and then stomping on them, that I’m actually kind of scared of getting emotionally attached to people.
That is why sometimes I may seem cold and detached, but it’s not because I’m a bitch. Ok, maybe I am, a little… I’ts because I’m just tired of opening up to people who have proven not to deserve my attention, much less my affection. I feel like I have wasted "love" on the wrong people, and I’m afraid of running out of it.
Then again, I can’t go through life like a bitter old fartbag, I wouldn’t want to end up like one of those single old ladies who live all alone with 50 cats in a smelly apartment. No siree. I guess the hopeless romantic little pussy inside me refuses to die, that is why I decided to give this debacle that people call "dating" a try. Again. For the umpteenth time.

I’m such a whore.

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