Posts tagged ‘break up’
Busted… Gotta Go…
I know that many of us here struggle trying to find the right man. We go on dates, wait for him to call, hope that one fine day he will do the right thing. But if he ain’t right he is wrong. No need to waste your time with someone who isn’t worth a second of your time. If you just started dating a guy, and things don’t seem to be what they were just a little while ago, maybe it’s time to move on to the better things in life. So here is my advice to you:
1. If he promised you the world during the first couple of weeks of dating but now he is too busy ‘saving the world’, he gotta go.
2. If your conversations went from ‘we can talk about everything’ to ‘what’s up’ within a short period of time, he gotta go.
Signs That You Are Finally Over Him.
You’ve come to the conclusion that 8 to 12 minutes of foreplay is just not good enough.
You actually have a crush. Yippee!
Out with your gals, you’re shocked to finally learn that Sara got promoted a month ago and Julie has a new boyfriend whom she’s completely in love with. Turns out you’ve been so busy monopolizing convos with your get-him- back master plan that you missed what was going on in their lives.
You’ve decided that being friends with your ex isn’t such a hot idea. You have enough pals already, and by the way, none of them treat you like a piece of poo on the bottom of their shoe.
The guy at your local corner store, who nicknamed you Chocolate Chip for a while (What? You needed comfort!), has changed your name to Sexy.
The other day, you dropped out of cell-phone range — for, oh, two seconds — but you didn’t panic. Normally you’d be freaking that you missed a call from him, but face it, that’s not going to happen.
You just had an epiphany: It’s his loss, not yours.
You finally returned your collection of sappy tear-jerker DVDs — Titanic, The Notebook, and Love Actually — to the video store and rented some new, more empowering movies — Charlie’s Angels and Kill Bill: Volumes 1 and 2.
Your computer at work has a meltdown and deletes all of his e-mails and the loving dialogue you shared. And (gasp!) you’re not under the desk in the fetal position, howling in pain and bawling your eyes out.
