Andy, my last boyfriend, is a fuckwad. Don't get me wrong, he's sweet, and he's attractive, but that's all a russ. He's an incredibly self-centered and egocentric prick, and the worst part is, he doesn't know it.
He consistently does things to me that he thinks are the right things to do, that I deserve to know the truth, or I deserve to be barred from the truth. Whatever it is, however, he's not looking at it form my perspective - it's all about how it'll affect me. When we broke up, he gave me some bullshit excuse like "the distance" or the stresses of "school", and never thought to tell me the truth - that he didn't think our feelings were mutual and that were destined to be incompatible. In the end, it saved him from breaking my heart, but that didn't really benefit me. The problem is, I wanted my heart broken; I need my heart to be broken. I know that sounds masochistic, but alas, sometimes something needs to break in order to become stronger and in order to get over something. I wouldn't have spent 4 months thinking "what if", if he had simply crushed me.
Then, about a month ago, he decided to call me up and tell me that he was unfaithful to me during out relationship, about 8 months ago. No, they didn't engage in sexual intercourse - they went as far as oral foreplay - but that's still cheating in my book. He did it because he thought that "I deserved to know". In reality, I could give a fuck less. He broke my heart once, and he's not going to fracture it again. What pisses me off is that it wasn't done for my benefit; it was done for his. He wanted to clear his conscience and restore his integrity. He didn't care about my emotions.
BUT! Don't you worry, because I've moved onto better things. Yesterday and today have been infinitely fantastic. I went over to my friend's house yesterday to make pancakes with her, which we fantastic, and we used quite a bit of her maple syrup : D Then we talked about music, like Ingrid Michaelson, Feist and Jenny Owen Youngs whilst driving to the local market to buy some Ben and Jerry's, which I ate by myself... almost ; ]
Then, after that, I went on a date with this boy, Danny. It was actually our third, and this time, he decided to not eat for the past three days, because well, I think meat is disgusting. I thought that was the cutest thing, because he was apparently tormented by meat all day (I am too actually, but because I think it's incredibly disgusting). We went to the Daily Planet, this cute little bistro-esque that's not really French, but has a more Vermont twist on things. Which is ironic, because Vermont is a french name: Vert + Mont, or "Green Mountain" (hence the Green Mountain state).
Anyway! We had a pretty awesome time there. He apparently thinks I chew like a llama =\ Oh, and I apparently take extremely small bites of food, yet I eat the food super fast. Despite the fact that he was constantly jerkin' me throughout, it was still an awesome time.
Then afterwards, we hung out at City Hall Park and macked there. Apparently he likes to be bitten, which I discovered last night. Which is freaking fantastic because I love to bite people. Not sure why - I think it stems from my obsession with my one single fang (that's right, I have a fang!)...
Anyway, today was awesome, because the weather was BEAUTIFUL! I had a pic nic and sunbathing-athon with my friend Jessica, who just barely got back from university in Salt Lake City. We had egg salad sandwiches, turn overs, lemonade, cake, tabouleh and banana bread.