I'm over men

But the only other option seems to be become a lesbian or a crazy cat lady. And I don't think either is a real option because in the end, I just don't like pussy :)

So I suppose I have to keep trying even though the men I seem to come across are crazy nice and considerate or total assholes. No happy medium? My roommate says I'm a player, and it's true. I have some rules. But to me they seem like no brainers. I mean, don't call/text 5 times in a day if I met you yesterday. Or call me every goddamn day prior to our first date. It's crazy clingy. I know you want your space, I most definitely want mine. Not that I wouldn't be happy to hear from you if we fucked last night, because THAT'S considerate.

And trust me, my world does not revolve around you, so if you are going to be late or something, cool call me and let me know. I like that. I don't need a minute by minute update. Also if you call me everyday on a spur of the moment thing to hang out I'm going to think that you don't respect my time and my life. Like I don't have anything better to do. Now to be fair I do this too but it more in the spirit of "I want to do this thing and you are the first person I called because I like you best. But if you are busy, no worries, there are other people in my phone. Seriously, if you see me walking down the street and then call me to hang out? Dude. Presume I have plans.

Another thing is DON'T ASK A GIRL ON A "LET'S STAY IN BED" DATE FOR YOUR FIRST DATE!!!!!!
OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sorry this was brought on by seeing this guy I had a crush on for ages and ended up sleeping with as soon as he started paying attention to me. And then doesn't call me EVER. Oops my bad. So I see him on a date with some girl, fine whatever. It was just a realization of how silly a mistake that was. But insists on coming up and talking to me and dancing with me. Maybe to show he is a nice guy or something. Seems to me that he should be paying attention to his date as that ship has already sailed for me. So you want to be super nice and chatty to my face when we are at a dance venue because I'm a fun dancer but never talk to me outside of that? FUCK YOU. Not just fuck you, but FUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUUUUU. No more dance for you!

I feel a little better now.