Now I have a serious boyfriend that GROWS pot. Grows it! Pot is a HUGE reason that my husband and I got divorced. And guess what? He doesn't have a job. Surprise surprise! He doesn't have a car either. Now that one is a new one. Usually I can find em with a car and no job. So, for me to be dating a 51yr old with no car, no job......it's a new low for me I think.
He's like 105lbs dripping wet and he is sooooooo in love with me. So he says. I told him I wanted to go out on a date with some other guy and he flipped out. Well, the other guy I had sex with before so, I understand his freakout. He started crying, blah blah blah. So, I'm like FINE! If I don't go out with him will you calm the fuck down already?! Jesus!
So, Now I'm back with the little oldie. He kinda looks like he's gonna die of cancer pretty soon too.
Brother. WTF Molly!
Unfortunately he's really sweet, gives me lots of attention and praise, and says and does all the right things. Grrrrr. So, it makes it very hard for me to break it off with him. And, I kinda don't want to because of all the attention he gives me.
Also, this guy named big dick thinks that I broke up with oldie pot head and that we're "together". Cause I know what his idea of "together" is. Texting all the time. That's his idea of us being "together". Fine, if that's what you want then ok. He doesn't call me. I know a lot of guys don't like talking on the phone and shit. That's fine. But, really. This whole thing is ridiculous.
They both live an hour away so, it makes it easier to "be with them" aka "text them". What a fuckin joke.
Mostly I'm mad at myself that I don't put my standards higher.
