“A heart is not judged by how much you love; but by how much you are loved by others.”- Wizard of Oz. That chubby old man may have been a con artist behind a curtain, but he had a valid point. I learned at an early age that the point of my existence isn’t to love as many men as possible, it’s to make more men love me than already do. Society is so quick to create dichotomies for women- we’re either virgins or sluts; clingy psychos or stuck-up bitches.
Well boys, I got a binary code of my own: My Discarded Men or Ella-gible Bachelors. What does an Ella-gible bachelor look like? Well 1.) he’s clearly not married- btw you are single until married. And 2.) hasn’t done something to turn me off or- worse- piss me off.
To be fair, all boys around the world are born Ella-gible bachelors. But it is through a various series of events (mostly turning/pissing me off) they are transformed into nothing more than a mental icon I have clicked & dragged to the trash basket (click).
Why am I airing my dirty laundry for all to see? Well the benefits are triple-fold:
1.) Y’all can learn you are not alone in the humiliating ritual we call dating. This shit sucks. “I’ve been dating since I was fifteen! I’m exhausted! Where is he?”- Charlotte York.
2.) I’ve made a lot of mistakes and seen my discarded men make even more; learn how to cope, overcome this crap, and play the dating game successfully.
3.) I can only afford to see my therapist once a week, so this will keep me at bay while from the doctor I am away.