So last nights post was...dramatic. I have sad days. But I'm ok.
I think what set me off last night was things ending w/ Chris and knowing I was going to have to start over again. It really sucks out there. Men are so difficult. They can't respect me. Cant. Its like they are broken. I dont want something based solely on the physical. I am more then just a walking vagina. Thats one of the reasons I liked Chris. He was one of the first men to behave like a gentleman. And the funniest part of all is he is the youngest I have ever dated. Men my age are, well, theres a reason they are the only ones left. Jerks.