Should've Known Better

So. The Boyfriend dumped me. Or, rather, was a complete shit for three weeks thus forcing me to break it off with him. You know, the whole mixed-messages, passive-aggressive deal where the guy says "I just want to be friends" but also "I never said you should try to 'get over' me and 'move on'" and "You're the one making this into a break-up" but also "I like where my life is right now, alone." Men do that when they don't want to be the Bad Guy by dumping you, and they don't realize that stringing the girl along makes them into a Total And Complete Asshole Whom My Friends And I Will Mock And Ridicule For The Next Two Months.

I should've known. After the husband moved out, I only wanted to casually date and have sex with multiple partenrs, and was happily doing just that when I met the Boyfriend. But after many, many, many relationships, he really had sweeping a girl off her feet down to a science, and that's what he did with me... that is, until his infatuation wore off - which was around the same time I realized his impotence was chronic and not just because he's "really stressed out right now."

I need a hard penis so bad right now, you have no idea.

Well, back to the dating game. STAY in the dating game, this time.