The RN: Trying to Stay Broken Up

Time for a little catch up. I have sadly been remiss in keeping up posting here this year.

Sorry.

You may have noticed, from several of the posts at the end of last year, I was a little ... pissy about most of the guys I was talking to. So, sometime between Nov and Jan I cut everyone off. Or maybe I just cut myself off.

You're cut ... and you're cut ... and everyone's cut. I'm done here.

Why? You ask. Well, even though everyone who was left were really more of hook ups than dates, I felt ... used. I realize hooking up is by nature about calling texting and seeing if you can get together, but there needs to be some respect. This is a perfect example. In retrospect, I realize I was lot more upset by the premise than the actual words. Although the "slurping cum" line does come out of nowhere, I'm not really that offended by it. What I am offended by, however, is the assumption that 1) I have no life and will be available because he's drunk and horny, 2) even if I do happen to be doing something, I should drop it and come fuck him, and 3) his getting to have drunk sex is more important than anything else going on in my life.

Not how I spend my time. (Borrowed from tumblr.)

You hear all about how society objectifies women, but I guess I never really thought about it. Until this past winter. It's one thing when you see ads, or whatever, objectifying women. I didn't really think about it because most of the people I know don't actually objectify women. But, in last few weeks I've had a couple of guys from last fall reach out to me. One was almost angry that I wasn't talking to him anymore. Like I'm not allowed to make my own choices. The other one reached out like we had talked last week instead of almost 6 months ago.

While neither was outright mean, both showed a lack of respect for my choice to not continue talking to them. I don't think I've ever had someone, let alone two people, show such an refusal to accept the situation.