it's a post to hate on boys.
Kidding.
Sorta.
Here's the thing, I've got an arsenal of stories that most people can't fathom to be true when I tell them "No, seriously, this is real life. MY real life." I am never ceased to be astounded by the sheer lack of [for lack of a better term] balls that is currently plaguing the male race, and some how I am a magnate for emotionally and socially inept males, none of whom seem to have the ability to function on the level of a MAN, and thus I label them (no matter their age), BOYS. I don't think I'm out of my mind for desiring a little maturity from twenty-somethings, a little respect, a little thoughtfulness and maybe, a second date; or at least a conversation that states the second date isn't coming, as apposed to what I typically receive of late; which is, NOTHING. Falling off the face of the planet is not the way to let a girl know you're no longer interested thankyouverymuch. And no, I promise not to cry when you say you're not interested- I probably was wanting to say the same thing, but too scared to hurt your feeble boy emotions.
So this is my outlet. I hereby so solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
Heaven help me.
Also, I may at times post some other little ditties and thoughts as they fleet through my cute little head. It's going to be a long semester.
xoxo,
{high}standardsgirl
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