No Shit Sherlock..The Tale of the "Can't Let You Go"..
Yesterday I told you that I would talk about the last of the Starting Five (#76). I will get to him.
Before I discuss any of my conquests and escapades with y'all, I usually discuss them with the ladies closest to me as most females do. So I and a very good friend of mine were discussing a recent conquest of hers.
Pause: I don't use names, but since she's not on my list, she doesn't get a number. For my friends, I will use code names. Her name is going to be Sherlock. Don't have a secret, because this bitch will find out!
So we sat down to discuss this gentlemen with whom she was very much in love. Super successful guy fallen on hard times (as many people have as of late). So she did what any other caring and compassionate woman would do; she stood by him, was there for him, and gave him as much mental and emotional support as she could possibly give. Not to mention the pussy.
As men typically do when things aren't all gumdrops and rainbows, he started acting weird, distant. His actions became unexplainable. Sherlock started to question not only his love, but his loyalty, and most importantly his truth.
As good women we want to believe our man blindly. We want to trust him and not hold the baggage of other lies above his head. We let go at the wrong time. We let go now, and it makes letting go later harder than it should be.
Questions started to get asked where there were once empty blanks. Questions were dodged. But Sherlock wasn't going for that shit; as the name suggests, she investigated.
Public Service Announcement: I would like this post to serve as a warning to all men, but especially to the men that I run into. I AM WATSON BITCHES! Sherlock is my homie! If you won't tell me the answer, and I can't find the answer. SHE WILL. Flat out.
So she investigated as things became more weird and unexplainable. He wouldn't answer the phone after a certain time. He didn't want her to know where he lived. He picked fights. He avoided her.
Pause: Now what the hell does that sound like to you? OK, just making sure that we're on the same page.
All the while she was investigating. All the while he was treating her badly, and feeding her excuses. This is where I told Sherlock to draw the line.
Regardless of what's going on, there's no reason to be treating her the way that he was. It's time to cut a man loose. You can't keep the one that has spent time loving you in the dark--it's the worst thing that you can do. Honesty is key, openness is necessity.
But letting go is easier said then done. I would know. Sherlock's situation and mine sort of mirrored each others.
By my standards, #76 should have been on the cut list long ago. He's an asshole, he's a whore, he's obscure at times, he hurts my feelings, he doesn't care about me as much as I care about him. I love him. Oh shit, did you hear what the hell I said? Crazy, huh?
Pause: Don't get me wrong, I don't lie about any of this. As much shit as I talk about this fool, the good times HEAVILY outweigh the bad, and he definitely has more good qualities than bad ones. I was in a relationship with #29 for years (almost 7), and #29 and I didn't have as much fun, laughter, good time and great sex as me and #76 in a fraction of the time. I'm not a glutton for pain. I didn't slip and fall for no reason. It's just the fact that I fell. You ever fall in public, and look around as soon as you hit the floor to see if anyone saw you? I can feel the crowd gathering.
It should be easy to let go, but there's always that one that makes you break your own rules.
Today's message has been brought to you by my own damn stupidity, the 6 inch heels that I can't walk in (totally a metaphor guys, I can walk in heels), and the letter "F" (for Fuck this emotional shit). I'm going to go ahead and re-suppress them. I'll tell you later how I started the suppression.
New numbers to come.
Before I discuss any of my conquests and escapades with y'all, I usually discuss them with the ladies closest to me as most females do. So I and a very good friend of mine were discussing a recent conquest of hers.
Pause: I don't use names, but since she's not on my list, she doesn't get a number. For my friends, I will use code names. Her name is going to be Sherlock. Don't have a secret, because this bitch will find out!
So we sat down to discuss this gentlemen with whom she was very much in love. Super successful guy fallen on hard times (as many people have as of late). So she did what any other caring and compassionate woman would do; she stood by him, was there for him, and gave him as much mental and emotional support as she could possibly give. Not to mention the pussy.
As men typically do when things aren't all gumdrops and rainbows, he started acting weird, distant. His actions became unexplainable. Sherlock started to question not only his love, but his loyalty, and most importantly his truth.
As good women we want to believe our man blindly. We want to trust him and not hold the baggage of other lies above his head. We let go at the wrong time. We let go now, and it makes letting go later harder than it should be.
Questions started to get asked where there were once empty blanks. Questions were dodged. But Sherlock wasn't going for that shit; as the name suggests, she investigated.
Public Service Announcement: I would like this post to serve as a warning to all men, but especially to the men that I run into. I AM WATSON BITCHES! Sherlock is my homie! If you won't tell me the answer, and I can't find the answer. SHE WILL. Flat out.
So she investigated as things became more weird and unexplainable. He wouldn't answer the phone after a certain time. He didn't want her to know where he lived. He picked fights. He avoided her.
Pause: Now what the hell does that sound like to you? OK, just making sure that we're on the same page.
All the while she was investigating. All the while he was treating her badly, and feeding her excuses. This is where I told Sherlock to draw the line.
Regardless of what's going on, there's no reason to be treating her the way that he was. It's time to cut a man loose. You can't keep the one that has spent time loving you in the dark--it's the worst thing that you can do. Honesty is key, openness is necessity.
But letting go is easier said then done. I would know. Sherlock's situation and mine sort of mirrored each others.
By my standards, #76 should have been on the cut list long ago. He's an asshole, he's a whore, he's obscure at times, he hurts my feelings, he doesn't care about me as much as I care about him. I love him. Oh shit, did you hear what the hell I said? Crazy, huh?
Pause: Don't get me wrong, I don't lie about any of this. As much shit as I talk about this fool, the good times HEAVILY outweigh the bad, and he definitely has more good qualities than bad ones. I was in a relationship with #29 for years (almost 7), and #29 and I didn't have as much fun, laughter, good time and great sex as me and #76 in a fraction of the time. I'm not a glutton for pain. I didn't slip and fall for no reason. It's just the fact that I fell. You ever fall in public, and look around as soon as you hit the floor to see if anyone saw you? I can feel the crowd gathering.
It should be easy to let go, but there's always that one that makes you break your own rules.
Today's message has been brought to you by my own damn stupidity, the 6 inch heels that I can't walk in (totally a metaphor guys, I can walk in heels), and the letter "F" (for Fuck this emotional shit). I'm going to go ahead and re-suppress them. I'll tell you later how I started the suppression.
New numbers to come.
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