Men

I called Mr ATL last night.....it had been a long day, where people seemed committed to pissing me off. I wanted to hear a friendly voice after leaving work at 10pm, so I called. He was the usual him...too effing mature. he had ditties about my taking people in stride and just being patient.....what the F--k is happening with me? Are all the men I meet gonna be Job when it comes to me....F--k them all. I want a guy who will be hot headed and hot blooded like me once in a while, damn it.

Clearly I am having a bad morning. I need to get me some and I told Mr. ATL as much and indicated that I couldn't wait on him. He was quiet for a bit.....I don't know why...did he really think I would save myself for him? Why? He's a married man and he knows I am a single girl....why would he think that he could ask of me such a thing...why would he think that I would adhere to his word. He's a Jamaican man, a St. Mary man at that, and they are not nice usually in matters of the heart. I reacted badly to it all and I told him in certain terms that there is no ring on my finger and I am my own big woman and would do as I effing pleased while he remained patient.

I have said it before......men are too special.

Apparently I come across as a 'Pollyanna', I will disabuse Mr. ATL and in fact the whole world of this notion. Increasingly I am realising that it is time to play....I fought a great fight I think but now I need to accept my failings and say FRIG IT ALL. Enough.