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Another one of those “there but for the grace of God go I” moments happened last evening. A friend of mine popped up on the messenger to ask me if I knew that an ex of mine was in the local paper. Okay, first thought was that this was all some crazy joke…but nope. A guy I dated for a few weeks last year was in the paper for participating in a plot to commit bank robbery, he was the driver.

Alright, so we have once again reaffirmed that I have horrid taste in men. At the moment, my track record is rather frightening. While I have seen a few bright spots in my romantic history, I don’t think I have been out of the dark side for a number of years.

Called my brother last night to tell him about the whole ex-boyfriend bank robber thing and he laughed so hard I thought he might actually wreck his car (he was commuting at the time). He was pretty good though, because he pointed out (after he stopped laughing) that I had actually been smart enough to walk away from that one.

I can’t really say that, for the friend who I made the mistake of falling in love with. Looking back on the situation I realize that I was being quite delusional, but he was more than helpful in maintaining my delusions. Although I seriously doubt he would ever admit that to even himself. 

In the process of letting go of this whole situation I have done a lot of talking with different male friends. A number of things that happened over the course of my friendship with R had some serious mixed signals. I felt like I was losing my damn mind because I wondered if I truly had deluded myself to such a level that I was imagining things. So in order to grasp at some sanity I talked to these friends about these things, seeking their opinions. It has been the general consensus that I was not imagining shit, but that I contributed to the mess by allowing myself to get drawn up into the mixed signal rollercoaster.

Ah hell, I think it is my nature to fall for the damn fools. I have a history of getting mixed up with either complete losers or broken individuals. The broken ones hang around until they are fixed and then move on. It really has gotten to be a gigantic fuck up. One that has made me question many things…including…why are so many men such fucking assholes? Oh and to be completely fair…why are so many women complete bitches? Hmmmmmm….humanity can be such a fuck up

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