Over the last couple of days, or rather weeks, a very close friend of mine has gone on a texting bender with some guy who chooses to call himself "Ernie." M, my close friend, has known Ernie for the longest time. Yes, they have been acquaintances, and friends, and nothing else, but now things seem like they're changing. I think they're going to a more sexually charged place, but I may, as I often am, be wrong.
This is even going on to this minute. As I am writing this, there are sexually charged text messages being sent between the two. In fact, just a couple of minutes ago, he sent her a picture which included his... forestry? Yes, his forestry.
I can't say what exactly is going on in both minds because my ass is not a fucking mind reader. So there. I can say that I know that M is interested in going somewhere, or maybe she was, I can't tell anymore. (Hey, M, are you?) Does Ernie feel like this? M got the feeling a few night ago that he was texting her because he was bored at work. Sometimes he texts in a flirty manner. Others, it's in a strictly platonic one. It's like he's bipolar and we need to guess his mood. An interesting game, but ultimately frustating.
Will he ever grow the fuck up to let his true intentions be shown? Probably not. Will we continue this hot and cold came for a long time without anything ever materializing? I hate to say this M, but this seems so plausible. I'm sorry. I have the feeling that this will continue for the longest time because you're available to him and his bullshit. (All guys have bullshit.)
I just don't get it. Do guys fuck around with girls like this for fun? Does it help you get off?
Bastards.
I'm sure it helps your self-esteem knowing that somewhere out there is a girl who thinks you're flirting with her thru text. Someone who you have manipulated into thinking that things could go somewhere, but in reality aren't. Someone who thinks that you are the best thing ever. Someone who thinks that you're funny and cute; clever and sweet; and so many other things.
I love it that there is no one specific guy I am talking about. This is about the majority of you mother fuckers.
Guys, I'ma tell you right now: this is SO not the case.
And ladies, you should know: there are plenty of fish in the sea; it might not seem like it, but there are :)
As of recently, I am a firm believer of this.
Yes, I have always believed this. In fact, when I was younger, I use to have a shirt that said this. It had colorful fishes on it and everything. I loved that shirt.
Back to where I was, plenty of fish in the sea; yes, yes there are. I can't, or rather shouldn't, say much about who reminded me of this, but I can say that he has passed his twenties and that he is completely adorkable. Just thinking about him makes me smile. He gives me home for all the men in my future :)
Guy, boys, children (let's call them what they really are), you should be aware of the fact that chicks are not at all stupid. If you're pulling shit on us, eventually we will catch your asses. And caling you out on your shit doesn't make us bitches. Being tired of the fact that all you do is text us when you're bored or need to feel better about yourselves also doesn't make us bitches. In fact, I believe the only reason this would make us bitches would be because we are forcing you to take a look at yourself; to see what you have ignored for so long. And guys, there is no way that this could make us bitches.
Guys, you should know that we will get tired of this. And ladies, you should know that you could have it so much better.
I think that in this case, M is not doing anything wrong. And neither is Ernie; at least not the way that he views it. But FYI, stringing a girl along is so not cool; it makes you a huge douchebag.
Boys, I'm leaving you with this thought: we all know that so many of you are douchebags. I don't know if it's because you're at this stage of your life where you're a little lost, and need to find yourself; but that's not an excuse for being an ass. You should know that if you keep on like this, there will come the time when you dislike yourself for all the douchy ass shit that you've done. For the time being, don't need to go the extra mile and mindfuck with some chick to prove the level of douchbaggery to yourself... just look at a mirror.
