Run pretty girl! Run!

Sometimes you see an ex out with someone new and it rips your heart out. But most of the time, in my personal experience, it’s quite the opposite. I think “Oh my God, that poor girl. She seriously has no idea what she is in store for."

Luckily, I have never been in the position where I see a new girl out with an old asshole and, when he runs to the restroom, I rush over to warn her about his all sorts of crazy. That would make ME seem like the psycho. So, I'll pause in this moment to thank the universe for never throwing that at me thus far.

There was a recurring day dream I had for years. It was of me walking by one of the restaurants down the street here. And perhaps one of the douchiest of all douches I have ever dated is sitting out on the patio. I totally bitch slap him as I walk by, saying not a single word, for my palm has said it all. Again, thank you sweet universe for not providing me with the ability to bring that vision to fruition either.

I got to thinking last night about how many guys think this same thing about me. Who sees my pictures on Facebook and says "Jesus, that guy certainly has his hands full”? Or “How in the world is he putting up with her bull shit? Even though she did give amazing head, I couldn’t sit through one more dietary documentary. I wonder if she lets the yellow mellow at his house, too. Gross!”

Thankfully thoughts of what others may have thought about me in the past didn’t keep me up all night. I do, however, find myself wondering today, when the pretty girl I saw with" so and so"the other night will realize what a hot mess she has stepped into. Good luck honey!