It’s been a long time since I’ve shacked up with someone and even longer since I’ve been dumped. I rarely meet anyone that I like in a real intimate way. I’m not sure if I’m scared of commitment or too damn proud to get attached to anyone-but either- I don’t. And then there was August 2008. I met a man who I’m pretty sure made me happy. It’s hard to say now since it’s all in retrospect. I look back and remember only the good things. My friends are trying to force me to remember the bad things.
Needless to say my crazy barometer is on overdrive. I go to yoga class and I think of him. My poses have never been as terrible as they are right now. I can’t get him out of my head. It’s driving me nuts. This isn’t me! I’m not that weirdo obsessive girl!! But, apparently…I am. What is happening here? It’s kinda nice because it’s reminded me that I’m female. Sometimes I forget that I have feelings. This man reminded me that I do. He reminded me that…..oh yeah- it’s shit to get dumped. It’s even worse when you have only been dating for like no longer than a month and your only real problem was that my sex drive was way higher than his. Wait a second- him not wanting to pound me was a pretty huge problem. Retrospect is wicked.
A song cause I’m going crazy…..
You dumped me in a parkette! You dumped me in a parkette!
I got dumped. In a small park.
You said you were sorry as miniature poodle barked.
The dog was protesting what I wish I could say.
For example: “I don’t want to get dumped on this sunny day”.
You left me alone in that north toronto mini-park.
I teared up a bit while I wrote a big question mark.
You had a hairy back and you wore fake glasses…
But still want to kiss you in front of the masses.
I’m a little bit crazy right now. I don’t care how I sound.
I wish you would call and I would hear your voice rebound.
I wish you were reading this to know how I feel.
You are a cutie with a big heart and I want my heart to heal.
You broke it a little but it feels kinda right.
Cause I feel more human than I did last night.
Mother fucker you dumped me in a park on a corner.
Why didn’t you want to fuck me, or get a boner?
You liked to kiss my forehead and hold my hand tight.
But to touch my vagina seemed out of sight.
Now’s not the time time to bitch- but it looks like that’s what I’m doing.
I want you to call cause I sure miss the spooning.
Motherfucker dumped me in a parkette.
How do I get over this? Fuck. Shit. Fuck.
