Weekend Hibernation

What the fuck is it with men. Pathetic fucking species. There is a saying here, that we don't have in the States which I think is so monumentally useful that maybe I should get a tattoo of it on the back of my hand just so I don't forget. The saying is simply this:

"Treat them mean, keep them keen."

That's right, I used a large font and italics and everything people. So yes, if you hadn't guessed, I have this tearful painful wrenching break with Mr.Aloof and what does he do? He starts sending me pornographic images. Like every day. Now, it's only been two days, so perhaps I'm being melodramatic but I know what it's all about. Once you take away the option of the bareback pony ride, it seems like all a guy wants is to get back on that horse, and will just do anything to get it.

Take for example, Mr.Noshow as a prime example. Mr.Noshow, who for less regular readers was the guy I was seeing before Mr.Aloof was summarily dumped by me for inconsistent behavior... huh... sound familiar? Why yes it does, but that's another post. Well, he couldn't meet me when I was willing to see how things could go with him, but as soon as I dumped him, he was pretty much on me at every opportunity. Now, it's okay with Mr.Noshow, because I never had any feelings for him. So I let him buy me a meal and a drink every now and then, and we have the same conversation pretty much every week or so, and he keeps saying how much he wants to bend me over and have his deviant way with my backside, but it's been well over a year, and that just hasn't happened. Really, because I was only interested in Mr.Aloof. I toyed with the idea, but it wasn't what I wanted.

Now of course, it's been high on my mind, having a nice hard shag and beating by Mr.Noshow who would be more than happy to oblige after all this time. But I am not here to talk about him, I'm more here to talk about the way I see Mr.Aloof heading. So he's not that into me, but he wants to fuck me. He doesn't want to be there for me, but he'd like me to come over and play with him. Fuck that. And fuck the fact that I want it so bad that my skin itches. So the question is, do I have the internal strength to stay away? I haven't had the strength yet to tell him to fuck off and leave me alone. I know I should, that's not really the point. We broke up. Officially. So really, it's not an option. And he left me alone for so long anyway, it's just now- now that I took it off the table, oh he wants it. Well fuck him. This has been a miserable week and this is the last thing I need.

So anyway, I think I'm going to hibernate this weekend. Only leave my house for necessities. And I'm going to knit and crochet stuff to pass the time. Because I'm pathetic. I'll probably never have sex again.