Hate The Game

I've been played.

I had a sneaking suspicion that D was just a little too good to be true. Too smart, too witty, too well-traveled. Too conscientious when it came to calling, emailing, text messaging. Too eager to make the drive to see me. Too good at cuddling, at saying the right thing at exactly the right time yet somehow never appearing contrived or insincere.

Too good at making me believe that after almost six months of seemingly limitless bullshit, drama, annoyance and exhaustion at the hands of countless boys-who-think-they're-men, not one of whom has proven himself to be worth any of it...D was, at long last, my reward.

Nope.

N.B. A hearty shout-out to my P-Town Pal, David, for reminding me this morning that no girl, (despite how cute he may be), really needs foreskin in her life. Onward!