Never break the rules-unless it's worth it.

I don't know where to start...
Let's me give a brief recap: In Nov., I let myself slip and went against my rules of not getting caught up in anything that resembled romantic possibilities. No flirting, no laughing too hard with the non-friends of the opposite sex, no letting them IM me for too long or get too much of my attention. My rules were good as gold.

By January, I was a giddy fool in a relationship with a man named Jay. I began acting silly. Disappearing. Bringing him a Guinness (his fav)after work, taking care of him when he was sick- good girlfriend things. I was feeling whimsical, like I was on a cloud that was making me damp , but I didn't care. My personal rules didn't go into affect with him.

We had some decent times, but by March, it was over. This man, who is older than me by a year, turned out to still harbor a little boy inside and evidently had no problems letting it show. Bad manners, a lack of consideration and thievery can make me sprint faster than Marion -even without the steroids. I began to realize that I was repeating a past relationship and I was getting too old for that shit. I was creating a pattern and I had to rip it up and start all over. I will say this though..His penis was beautiful, but how could I stomach dinner with him and then have an appetite for sex? Anyway, that's what I get for going against myself. Lesson learned.