Maybe this is true. Maybe they are just words that help us get through the regret of the mistake we just dove into head first - sort of like a false sense of hope. Maybe we were just under the influence of alcohol and really? Who. The fuck. Thinks clearly then.
My point is that I've definitely made mistakes ... haven't we all? I usually am not one to regret my mistakes, because I make a lot and generally I just tend to not give a fuck, but sometimes, SOME-TIMES, I get weak and there's that one tiiiiiiiny regret that slips its way through the cracks of my subconscious and comes back to haunt me. Here is my story ...
Will all the ladies personally victimized by this type of seducer please raise your hands!!!
|United we stand, ladies ...|
The Waiting Game: We are all adults, so let's just own up to the deed that was done. This guy was trouble from the moment you saw him and you fought temptation like a warrior but you caved like a weakling. Half of you believes that he will actually keep wanting to see you and the other half knows that the fun ends after all is said and done ... and so, like an optimistic, naïve, little girl you wait ever-so-patiently by that phone ...
It's not ok.
Was it me? My clamburger?
It is what it is.
Such is life.
Que sera, sera ...
Should I keep going? At least you can look back and say you got a fun lay out of it ... AmIRiiiiiiiiiiight!? No. No, you are not right - this sucks ass. Regret consumes every fiber of your being.
... and so 2 months have now gone by and just as you and your little clamburger have regained 95% of their self-confidence back and have moved on from the situation, the Devil rears his ugly face with a fucking phone call!!!
Enter: mini-heart attack ... because let's keep it real, at first you're all:
but then he begins speaking and it makes your brain hurt and then you're all:
So until then, when regret starts creeping in, remember:
Chin up, Princess!