#menver

because men are a constant headache who seep endless disappointment and who make me go from :) to :(

When I was an adult I knew myself

I wasn't afraid to be alone

I'd sit at The Market for hours reading a book about love, not caring who was watching

Later I would stroll down the street staring up into the trees strangled by a concrete jungle

Watch their leaves turn yellow as the sun set them on fire

Did you know good poetry only comes from the hard times?

At least mine does

And I'd sit in that dark room for hours, alone with my music...waiting for the red flashing blackberry light

Did anyone else have that?

It felt like an eternity waiting for it to blink...and then it was really only ever your mom

"Having a good day at work? I miss you..."

It was sometimes him, the him being unimportant as it was always changing

And when the him wasn't changing there was an endless line of men who'd flash that red light at me

Then it would become a strength of will to not respond

Which of course I could never do

And so an endless line of dinners and conversations that I can hardly put a face to

Minus the few ones who went down in glorious burning smoldering flames of audacity and hilarity

When I was an adult it never really mattered

I knew that the figure eight would continue, the light would continue to flash

The ones who would disappear?

Well, you would suddenly find yourself on a santa pub crawl with them alone in a group of eight

You almost forgot how small this city was

Until you realized that you were too old for the city

Not too adult, but too old for the life you built

Too jaded

Too many ghosts

And so you left, you chose a new life

One where you miss the times when you were an adult.

Stop texting me. I'm over you.

Maybe if you would have tried making plans with me after our seemingly great first date two months ago I would have said yes and even been excited about it, but the fact that you were so frustratingly elusive and made me do all of the chasing completely turned me off.

No, I don't want to be your 12:30am booty call. 

And no, I don't want to hear your excuses about how busy you've been working to open your new bar.

If you really like someone, you make time to see them no matter how busy you get.

You're 36 years old. Figure your shit out.

Sincerely,