Two days since my birthday, and I still haven't drank. Anything. Damn.
That doesn't really bother me, though. What bothers me is that I consistently think of men, and well, what I've been missing since I destroyed my last relationship with a guy. But it's not like I want the relationship back, in fact I'm much happier now that I'm single; I really do think that I'm meant to be single, or that the next mate I find will be permanent, because I'm just not playing around anymore. I don't care. It's not worth my time to fool around in year-and-several months-relationships.
*Whatever happened to men who took what they wanted, whether the woman wanted it or just secretly wanted it while saying 'no' the whole while? Did they all venture to another planet? If so, I'm leaving Earth.*
So, I really need to find my mate. I'm sick of just talking. I want to find said mate.
I think this subject is done. I'm bored with it now.
On the plus side, Rugby season's coming soon, and then I won't have time to do anything else anyway, except for admire my butt and enjoy the puking feeling while practising my ass off... literally.
Just one more reason to adore rugby. Ignore the fact that half of them are very likely nearing thirty... or forty. They still all have very nice physiques.
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