an update

So, Colin and I broke up after 6 months of very loud fucking- his penis is HUGE and the first time I saw it I tried to get up and leave- but that's beside the point, because it turns out he has a horrible temper, a rehab worthy drinking problem (he went), and won't forgive you for anything you do wrong until you're dead- preferably at his own hand. He also has very kissable lips, intense eyes that I get completely lost in, and a talent for making me feel like the only person alive. Obviously it was all going to blow up in my face like a bag of flaming poop, because that's how it goes when you're with "the one". Especially when the one is incapable of holding down a job, except for the one that I got him working with me, which he constantly made me regret by accusing me of being a lesbian for hugging and kissing my friend Sarah, who also worked with us, when her ex bf got hired and she was upset.

So after one of our really bad fights at work we broke up and he spent two weeks saying lots of mean things to me about our relationship, then he randomly took off for rehab for four days, came back and started right back in on me with talking about how I was bad at sex because when he whacked off he could do it for longer and more times. So I responded as maturely as I could muster and posted a comment on his Myspace wall (oh yes, I did) that read : I'm glad that rehab didn't detox the asshole out of you.

Right

So now comes the part where I talk about how I used my lady intelligence to make the situation better by getting drunk and having sex with MY ex, Nico, who is still married. Which brings us to where I am now, missing Colin and being reserved about committing to Nico (who is getting divorced in two months) BECAUSE I HAVE COMMITMENT ISSUES UP THE ARSE. I honestly think that I intentionally pick boys who are so fucked up that there is no chance of it working just so I have an easy out.