Women are incredibly territorial and possessive.
You dump a guy for whatever reasons... Not being you type, not into him anymore, he is boring. You know, legitimate reasons for why you no longer want to see him. I've found that most of the time these types of relationships weren't long, and they normally ended with one person more attached than the other.
But we as women , who so the breaking up with are fine. Until the man shows interest in another woman. It's like we expect this man to want us forever or until we find a new man. And if he finds someone first, oh it's on.
You play with his emotions to get him back to being wrapped around your finger again and then when he gets too close you push him away, and the cycle repeats. Why? Because us women never know how to let go.
The truth is you don't even like the guy, you honest to God don't. It's nothing personal, you just couldn't find it within yourself to date him. But you end up missing him, talking about him excessively to your friends, dreaming about him. Constantly checking you emails, texts, facebooks and instagrams to see what this guy is up to and who he is doing it with. And you don't even like him!
Why do us women do this to ourselves? Why so we miss a man we didn't want? Do we miss the attention? The feelings of butterflies in he beginning? Or do we just miss being needed and being wanted.
All I know is its gotta stop! We have to stop terribly ruining these men! So what he stars dating a slut with fake hair! You didn't like him in the first place so it shouldn't Matter now!
Accept the fact that you weren't gunna work out, go out with girlfriend until you get your groove back and get back into the game and go break some more unsuspecting hearts!
Be kind, and stay away!
Xoxo
Sophie
Monday, December 24, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Changing Trains
It seems that everything comes to an end, this time sooner than later.
It was a short lived romance, a small jolt on the screen. But in the end
it fell flat.
But as women we always tend to feel disappointed after a date gone bad or a relationship didn't work out the way we hoped. Because we set out in the beginning thinking that this man is the one! Maybe not the "one". But the one for right now at least. That he will magically make you past relationship seem like nothing because he will prove you completely wrong about men!
Reality check, most men are alike. It's the women that change so irrationally and without reason. So I decided the only person who can change my past relationship from a failure is me. I have to choose to forget about it, and keep lookin through the mass of men in this town. All who look younger than they are, and act even younger than they look. I guess now I understand the reasoning behind all those women in the 1800s dating men three times their age. They knew exactly how to treat a woman, whether she be 15 or 25. Tsk tsk. Men these days.
But another somewhat exciting chapter has closed, the boy with the blonde hair is no more. And I guess it's time to see if there is anyone in this town who actually knows what it means to be an adult. But for today ill type away on my computer at work, making copies and doing all the wonderfully office like things you can do.
Be kind and curious,
Xoxo
Sophie
But as women we always tend to feel disappointed after a date gone bad or a relationship didn't work out the way we hoped. Because we set out in the beginning thinking that this man is the one! Maybe not the "one". But the one for right now at least. That he will magically make you past relationship seem like nothing because he will prove you completely wrong about men!
Reality check, most men are alike. It's the women that change so irrationally and without reason. So I decided the only person who can change my past relationship from a failure is me. I have to choose to forget about it, and keep lookin through the mass of men in this town. All who look younger than they are, and act even younger than they look. I guess now I understand the reasoning behind all those women in the 1800s dating men three times their age. They knew exactly how to treat a woman, whether she be 15 or 25. Tsk tsk. Men these days.
But another somewhat exciting chapter has closed, the boy with the blonde hair is no more. And I guess it's time to see if there is anyone in this town who actually knows what it means to be an adult. But for today ill type away on my computer at work, making copies and doing all the wonderfully office like things you can do.
Be kind and curious,
Xoxo
Sophie
The Clock is Ticking
Today has been an interesting day. To say the least.
Recovering from being sick and in between broke and tired. But the sound that filled my ears and sent a smile to my lips was the roaring of the motorcycle engine outside my apartment.
He is finally back home. Now as I type, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest as he slumbers away beside me, I sit here and wonder how many days, hours and minutes we spend waiting. Waiting for work to end, for Friday to be here. For the next party, event or outing. We're always waiting for something. And you can't say your not, because right now your waiting to see what point I'm going to make out of this, your waiting to get tired, waiting to go to be so you can start Tuesday tomorrow. We are always, always waiting.
And I'm sorry I don't seem to have any type of revelation, other than why wait for one? I waited all day to hear that low rumble, to hear the clanging of keys on the chair by the door. To hear the mud stained boots clunk across the living room to my tiny kitchen. To catch his sent of dirt, smoke and Shampoo. I waited all day for it.
And now that's its come, I still feel like I'm waiting for the next thing to happen. Do we DTF? Define our relationship? Do we keep up this charade that we aren't together, even though we spend almost every night together.
So many questions that must wait for an answer.
Sometimes, I think we should forget about waiting, and just watch. Watch the present unfold like a magical story. And the next page will just have to wait to be turned. Because right now, as confusing as it is in my head, as uncertain as the future is. I want to live in this moment, where I can shut my computer, turn of the light and wrap my arms around a fleeting thought. That maybe, I won't have to wait for happiness. Maybe it's already here.
Keep kind and curious, xoxo
Sophie
Recovering from being sick and in between broke and tired. But the sound that filled my ears and sent a smile to my lips was the roaring of the motorcycle engine outside my apartment.
He is finally back home. Now as I type, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest as he slumbers away beside me, I sit here and wonder how many days, hours and minutes we spend waiting. Waiting for work to end, for Friday to be here. For the next party, event or outing. We're always waiting for something. And you can't say your not, because right now your waiting to see what point I'm going to make out of this, your waiting to get tired, waiting to go to be so you can start Tuesday tomorrow. We are always, always waiting.
And I'm sorry I don't seem to have any type of revelation, other than why wait for one? I waited all day to hear that low rumble, to hear the clanging of keys on the chair by the door. To hear the mud stained boots clunk across the living room to my tiny kitchen. To catch his sent of dirt, smoke and Shampoo. I waited all day for it.
And now that's its come, I still feel like I'm waiting for the next thing to happen. Do we DTF? Define our relationship? Do we keep up this charade that we aren't together, even though we spend almost every night together.
So many questions that must wait for an answer.
Sometimes, I think we should forget about waiting, and just watch. Watch the present unfold like a magical story. And the next page will just have to wait to be turned. Because right now, as confusing as it is in my head, as uncertain as the future is. I want to live in this moment, where I can shut my computer, turn of the light and wrap my arms around a fleeting thought. That maybe, I won't have to wait for happiness. Maybe it's already here.
Keep kind and curious, xoxo
Sophie
To Change or Not to Change?
Sometimes I wonder if people ever really change. We have all these
cliche sayings like "you can take the girl out of the city, but can't
take the city out of the girl." I've honestly never really understood
them. But they seem to be true, maybe?
I've gone through different relationships and friendships and there always come a point in the relationship where someone either changes or is asked to change. The question is "do we ever really change? Or do we just change the way we do/say things to the person who needs the change?"
Out of the men I've dated in my life so far, none of them ever changed. Maybe it's because you really can't change a man. Maybe no matter how many times they say they will change, they won't. They will just change the way they promise to change.
Hmm food for thought.
But I'm in the process of possibly dating this guy, and he has already told me he stopped or "changed" something in his life that I wasn't really cool with (if we ended up being in a relationship of course!) I guess I'll just have to see, maybe he is the one that can change me?
Now there is a scary idea.
Marriage? Me?
Nah;)
Xoxo,
Sophie
I've gone through different relationships and friendships and there always come a point in the relationship where someone either changes or is asked to change. The question is "do we ever really change? Or do we just change the way we do/say things to the person who needs the change?"
Out of the men I've dated in my life so far, none of them ever changed. Maybe it's because you really can't change a man. Maybe no matter how many times they say they will change, they won't. They will just change the way they promise to change.
Hmm food for thought.
But I'm in the process of possibly dating this guy, and he has already told me he stopped or "changed" something in his life that I wasn't really cool with (if we ended up being in a relationship of course!) I guess I'll just have to see, maybe he is the one that can change me?
Now there is a scary idea.
Marriage? Me?
Nah;)
Xoxo,
Sophie
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