"I'm over it, but I'm also over you." This is an infamous text written by yours truly for the apology from a three day argument I have to endure after I tell a man that I am not ready to date or have sex with them, and I have sent it way too many times before. I am done with the type of man that thinks because he paid for my dinner I owe him a night on my mattress or a hand to hold for a long while. NEWSFLASH: You paid for my dinner but that doesn't mean that I am offering you desert.
I really don't understand you all. I didn't take your money from you or rack up high bills at the town's only bar, and I most definitely don't see you in my life past this moment we have right now. So you have two choices, you can draw this out until your little heart desires (this choice will leave you with heartbreak and a bad taste in your mouth), or we could live in the moment and have fun. Now, I'm not telling you how to live your life, but option two sounds like a lot more fun to me.
Now, you can call me old fashioned; I have written about it many times before. I go on dates with several different people, and when I am ready to give myself to one person, I will. I am not cheating on you, and I don't expect anything from you. In fact, I am more than okay if you don't think that is right. I didn't ask you to agree with it, but I did give you a choice on it.
I date until I find myself more than prepared to deal with a long distance relationship because whether I like it or not, I cannot be in two places at once. If I date someone from home, I can only see them during the summer and on breaks which is more than enough to see someone, don't get me wrong. However, 9 times out of 10 that relationship becomes a long distance relationship. Although, if I decide to date someone from school there is a three month period in the summer that we are a long distance relationship. Either I don't see you for about 8-9 months during the year and I cram everything into one summer, or I can be with you for 8-9 months minus breaks and not see you in the summer. So as you can see, even the possibility of a boyfriend is very confusing to me.
Look at me as you want to, but I am not a "hookup" kind of girl. I don't enjoy meaningless sex for fun. I would much rather pursue a connection, and that is why I will not show up to your house at 11 p.m. asking you if I can crash your one man party. I do not give my body out for free. I am something that you need to earn. I am fragile, and I do deserve love.
The thing is... I don't want love right now. I want to grow and explore and live and learn. I am on this earth to make mistakes, to have fun, and to give myself a chance at all things. If I were concerned with getting laid every friday night, by all means, I would do something about that, but that's just it, I am not concerned with sex. I do not care about the package in your pants; you can keep the pictures to yourself. I don't care about your body count or if you've shaved your genital area recently. Your tongue game does not concern me, and I really don't care about how many times you have made a girl climax. I was not and will not be that girl, so let's get that straight.
If you want to get to know me, then please do. If you want to talk to me, by all means, let's talk. If you want to take me on a date, then show me your favorite restaurant. But, please, do not mistake me for your next girlfriend or your next panty raid. To be honest, it is men like these that are the reason I don't date.
I am a woman, not a sex doll. I am growing, free spirited, and fast witted; I promise you that I will put you back in your place if you treat me as anything else.
My body is my temple, and I am not sorry that you weren't invited inside.
