I arrived in Tulsa freshly single like fish chum in a tank with starving great whites.
I was heartless towards those who tried to date me because I was just that: heartless.
I buried myself in work to fill the empty spaces.
I made rules about not dating - that I did not follow - until February when I'd have more time. Now that February is fast approaching I'm realizing that I'll feel the same way next month as I've felt since July.
I dated within TFA, within Tulsa, with an open mind. Nothing made it different. It's not like I didn't try. I faked it hard enough to please people, but not in an intimate way.
I had an Irish friend in China do a pointing dance move towards me any time this song came on:

While humorous, I don't want it to become a reality. I told "every girl's ideal" guy I dated a few months ago that I like my coffee how I like my soul, (black). He replied "Starbucks has a heartless, masochistic blend. Maybe you should switch to that."
It's a little sad because he's A. correct and B. handsome/smart/funny/notforme. Sometimes it makes me feel like damaged goods.
Please don't misinterpret this internal ramble.
*I don't feel sorry for myself. I think we walk around as if we have a hole in each hand while we never really know sacrifice.
*If we don't talk about things we forget them faster, but if we bury things they fester. This is me lancing the boil.
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