if you’re a girl and you don’t randomly touch your boobs then you’re lying
It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.
But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.
And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy."
I honestly fucking love Oliver & I’s relationship. It’s so perfect. We’re like an old married couple in best form form. We do everything together. We try drugs together, we sit on my front porch and just stare at nothing like old people, we go grocery shopping together, we take naps together, everything. We’re so close. I seriously love him lol, we’ve gotten so close after every thing we’ve been through, I’ve never felt closer to another guy before, he really is my best friend.
It fucking sucks to know I still think about you, care about you, miss you, and you don’t give a shit about me anymore. I still think about you everyday and when someone mentions your name I may act like I don’t care but it’s like a dagger in my fucking heart. We haven’t had a conversation in God knows how long. When I ran into you at the store the other day, my heart literally stopped and my stomach dropped when I saw you. You stopped dead in your tracks when you saw me, and I’m suprised you hugged me and talked to me for a little bit. You seem awkward/nervous around me again, like you were when we first started talking. We’ve been through so much together, I can’t believe our story is finally over. I still hope and wish and pray that for some crazy reason you realize you need me in your life. But who am I kidding, that’s not gonna happen. In the very beginning of our relationship you were the one that liked me so much and wanted to be with me and you were the one that always talked about dating. Once you even brought up my dad and if he would approve you to date me. Why the fuck would you say all that shit if when it came down to it you didn’t want a serious relationship? And you conveniently decided that two days after we hooked up. Do you know how fucking great that made me feel? The boy I talked to for 6 months ended things right after he finally got to hook up with me. I know that’s what it seems like to everyone else, that you used me just to get with me. But honestly, I can’t bring myself to believe that. You had so many chances to hook up with me and you never did, so I can’t make myself believe that all you wanted was to get it. I think that once we hooked up you didn’t understand your feelings and you got scared. Idk, I don’t really understand what happened and I’m not even sure I wanna know. I just know I miss the fuck out of you and I can’t help but think this isn’t the end for us.