There are some rules I follow for a first date. One is a big one for me.. That would be NO kissing. Yes, I will hug you upon meeting, please don't at any time during the night try to shove your tongue down my throat. Other girls you have dated may have molested your face, but I am not into that. If it is the end of the night, and the date has gone well on both parts and it's agreed that you both had a stellar time, then one little cheek kiss is understandable.
I used to have a roommate who would take home every guy she met. I never quite understood that. We would be out, I would be talking to a guy, and she would take him home. I guess for some girls, the guys really do have them at hello. I want to know what you guys really thing of girls who are a little more open on first dates. What do you think of girls like me who don't kiss, or show affection quickly? For me, I don't want to waste my time. Plus, if I don't actually like you, I don't want to send any mixed signals.
Monday, October 16, 2017
It's 3AM I've got my eyes wide shut
What it's like being friends with someone like me. Someone who has PTSD from being in an abusive relationship. One where they were just slapped around, but called names, accused of cheating, told they were ugly, fat, disgusting... and worse of all raped, more times than they can count. It has made me a different person, I now worry constantly, that I am not good enough, that I am fat, disgusting, that no one will ever want me, let alone actually love me for who I am. I cry a lot, way more than I probably should. Hell, I am crying, just writing this. I will almost always cancel plans. This happening to me has made it hard for me to have any relationships. I cannot trust anyone, I get offended easily, I feel that no matter how hard I try, that I will never be good enough. I am a self conscious, beautiful disaster and I want is a normal life. One where I can sleep more than four hour without waking up terrified, screaming and pleading from sleep to not be hurt. Days, where I don't need to drink, just to be able to have peaceful sleep. I want someone who can show me that I really do matter, who can actually love me for me PTSD and all. Because, it's not just some phase I haven't grown out of, it's sadly here to stay.
Not many people know my story. It's something I wish I could tell people and not have to worry about them disliking me for what has happened to me. I used to have a bestfriend that I once confided in, about the relationship that has turned me into who I now am. She told me the next day, she couldn't sleep that night after what I told her. She never looked at me the same after that. Needless to say, we are no longer friends. There is this stigma that follows people like myself around. You tell someone and they become nervous, they worry how you are then going to react. I never dreamt this would happen to me. Nor, would I ever want this to happen to anyone, even my worst enemy.
I don't want anyone else to ever feel this way. I don't want any other man or woman to be through, what I have. I want to be able to fall madly in love and actually trust them. I want to be able to grow old with someone. Have a family and raise my children to know better. I want anyone out there in any form of abusive relationship to know, that you deserve better. That there is someone out there who will treat you as you deserve to be treated. Someone who will buy you flowers just because they are thinking of you, not just because they busted your nose and/or lip the night before. Someone who knows how you take your coffee, knows your favorite color and will do anything to make you smile and laugh. Yes, people like me take a little extra work, but it can be worth it to the right person. I do have the ability to love and that's all I want to do. I'm writing this to help with this stressful day, I am also a little worried due to the person I am actually interested in may read this, as he does have the link to this blog.
I know my readers are more used to my funny date stories, and aren't quite accustomed to me being completely serious. However, it's time I let it all out, rather than continuing to bottle it all up. I hope this also helps my friends who don't understand why I am the way I am..
Not many people know my story. It's something I wish I could tell people and not have to worry about them disliking me for what has happened to me. I used to have a bestfriend that I once confided in, about the relationship that has turned me into who I now am. She told me the next day, she couldn't sleep that night after what I told her. She never looked at me the same after that. Needless to say, we are no longer friends. There is this stigma that follows people like myself around. You tell someone and they become nervous, they worry how you are then going to react. I never dreamt this would happen to me. Nor, would I ever want this to happen to anyone, even my worst enemy.
I don't want anyone else to ever feel this way. I don't want any other man or woman to be through, what I have. I want to be able to fall madly in love and actually trust them. I want to be able to grow old with someone. Have a family and raise my children to know better. I want anyone out there in any form of abusive relationship to know, that you deserve better. That there is someone out there who will treat you as you deserve to be treated. Someone who will buy you flowers just because they are thinking of you, not just because they busted your nose and/or lip the night before. Someone who knows how you take your coffee, knows your favorite color and will do anything to make you smile and laugh. Yes, people like me take a little extra work, but it can be worth it to the right person. I do have the ability to love and that's all I want to do. I'm writing this to help with this stressful day, I am also a little worried due to the person I am actually interested in may read this, as he does have the link to this blog.
I know my readers are more used to my funny date stories, and aren't quite accustomed to me being completely serious. However, it's time I let it all out, rather than continuing to bottle it all up. I hope this also helps my friends who don't understand why I am the way I am..
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