Things I learned from a shitty week-and-a-half long “relationship”
- it feels so good to be approached. it feels so fucking good to have someone want to be with you that even the sketchy dude with the deteriorating bleached hair seems incredible. It must feel amazing to be courted by someone actually worth my time. But it also means you have to be really careful when someone approaches you.
- I have limits. I know where they are now and I’m not afraid to stop things when they go too far. I know I’m strong enough to stop them.
- I know what a relationship is supposed to feel like. I have expectations now and if I end up with someone really super bad I’ll be able to tell. I now have super high hopes about what life is going to be like with a good person, or I should say, a person who is good for me.
- Some people are just bad kissers. You want them to be good but they just aren’t.
- PDA isn’t just making out in public. There are more ways to make people uncomfortable than you think and it’s so damn easy to slip into it without realizing. I was pretty bad with this sometimes.
- You can miss how someone made you feel without missing them. I don’t think I’d ever go back with this scummy dude whose hair looks and feels like straw (i cannot stress to you enough how shitty his hair was) but he did make me feel super good until the very end. I miss having someone to sit with during shit. I don’t miss his hair. I miss having someone hold me. I don’t miss his crude, childish sense of humor. I miss being wanted. I don’t miss the differences in mindset.
You can learn some valuable shit from any bullshit. Even months after it happened.
