i'm letting go of boys- pushing myself away from the table, i'm full- i've had enough. enough drama, enough energy i let go and never saw returned, enough boredom. i'm not satisfied, just getting fat, fat with dissatisfaction actually.

so i would like to be excused from the table. of course i might take desert, if i can have it served in my room. sex, yes please, a double scoop maybe, but only from a real man- no boy. no boy who talks about the houses we'll live in, or the babies we'll have. with those words boys have soured my appetite. it's pavlovian really. a response i am now rather appreciative of.

boys, they say such things and i can hear the countdown to their disappearance begin. Boys, darlings, you know in this moment, when my pants are already off, you shouldn't keep talking! you're only setting us both up for your failure. and this isn't bitterness, this is truth, unbiased and well documented. so boys, you need not apply. i am only accepting applications for new flavors which include the adjectives: motivated, matured, established, confident, and most obviously: educated, hilarious, and adventurous. and i think this time i want to try gorgeous- you know something new and different.

until then though, i will be fasting!