The single game is ridic. At the current moment I am not paying attention to any dudes, nor am I in search of non-platonic companions of the opposite sex. I'm having too much fun not worrying about the process and I FEEL FREE AS FUCK. Sidenote, that doesn't mean I don't like the attention. Hey now… I still like the compliments (see previous blog).

Truth be told, I can't find anyone that interests me that isn't already taken.

I have two humps you have to get over:
1. I have to find you physically attractive.
2. I must find you interesting.

Sometimes I don't necessarily find guys that attractive but I give them my time of day for the benefit of the doubt, and then I figure out that I don't find them interesting… Hah. I'm a jerk.

I've learned I have a tendency to gravitate towards men with asshole swag. They are quick-witted and funny enough to trade insults with—without being insulting. They keep me on my toes. They speak in hashtags, they know song lyrics and basically we are on the same level. They are usually just as pretentious and opinionated as I am. We don't necessarily have to have the same views, but it works. They aren't afraid to call me out. They aren't afraid to disagree with me. I manage to stay vulgar yet articulate with them. And at the same damn time—we connect because we like the same things.

This is dangerous territory because this is basically the same dynamic I had with ex-Mr. Only difference is… I'm just trying to find someone who will treat me better than the best he could give, cause it wasn't sufficient.

I'm the worst right? Trying to find an asshole that isn't an asshole to me… Bwahaha. Why can't I just like a nice guy?

Because... I'm me. #Duh