Chapter 1
Dear Diary,
I know I'm too old to be using you again but I was able to confide in you when I was younger so I'm trying again. I'm tired of being unlucky in love. It's that simple. I'm over it. I am so tired of the losers and the assholes! And the "good guys" aren't all that good. They just use you and manipulate you and then once your walls are down the good part dies and you're just left with guy. And guys suck.
People make it seem like we need men in our lives. The world will be better with men in charge. In charge of relationships, businesses, even the world. There were wars for women but a woman has never declared war. According to history, men aren't that great. They're actually kind of stupid. I'm not a bra burning, man hating feminist by any means. And I love getting fucked by a strong sexy male but I don't need a boyfriend Aunt Carol. I'm not ready for kids yet Mom. No Cousin Jude, I haven't been engaged ten million times like you were. I guess I will be always a bridesmaid and never a bride Dad. Thanks.
I don't want something serious. I want fun and spontaneity. I want desire and lust. That's probably why a relationship doesn't sound right to me. One person for the rest of my life, in my bed, my house. Just seems really boring if you ask me. My parents didn't stay married. My mom cheated on my dad several times so it's not like she liked being with just one person either. Maybe it's genetic. I wouldn't mind a ring though.
Anyway, I have a date tomorrow with a guy I matched with on Tinder. He looked good in his pictures. Muscles, facial stubble, and a dog. Match made in heaven, right?
I like being able to vent without hearing sighs from friends who just want to set me up with their boyfriends' friends so we can double date some time. Diary, I'm going to tell you all about my date tomorrow. Wish me luck.
