I’m sat on a plane from LAX to Heathrow
Whatever happened back then , with the manhore. Its over. Im so happy to be away . and feel ok with eating carbs again. Saying that , ive just eaten the ‘chicken and rice dish’ that they provide on the flight and I’m already getting evil looks form the ghost manhore, that is now in my head.
The really annoying thing is I do have feelings for him. Feelings other than mild hatred.
I nearly cryed the night before I left. Granted I was drunk. I have been every night I’ve been here. I’m using the fact that I’ve felt like a fat c**t all week and have needed to drown it outas an excuse/reason. That and the anger over comments like;
‘ bubble butt’
‘I do have coasters… you’ve made a huge ring on my coffe table with that glass’
‘you have your shoes on, on my carpet’
‘look at all this ( few leaves from outside on the bacony) was this you?’
‘pick it up, go on’ ( regarding a golf ball. In a tone I would use on my dog)
I feel sorry for him. the fact I know he is 53 and lonely. Can’t sleep. Is very critical of himself and others. Is unhappy. And hates himself. I can see that. Now I can see that.
I wanted to fix him and make it all better for him.
He would go crazy if I said that to his face. That’s his problem. And it all stems from what everyone thinks of him… its all about what others think!
I thought I was bad.
He blow-dries his hair. And uses hairspray. That alone should have set off huge warning signs.
Have you ever been out with a guy and been introduced to his semi friends and you just know you are one of many many many. The next face passing through. It became obvious.
but I thought ‘ who am I to judge’ look at what I do!!! AND I write a blog about it.
I could of dealt with the fact he usually dates models and brings them out regularly to these dinners and this charity event we were going to all week ….. but to have a guy not really be that interested in what u have to say or anything about your life. I find that pretty fuckin rude
The problem with LA is everyone is so so scared and desperate that they’re not gonna make it or get what they want in there career that they just turn into little dead heads. However genuine and nice they were in the beginning…. Its drained out of them.
Deadheads are constantly on there best behaviour , looking beautiful and ready to upset nowone. and always trying to get Exactly what they want. Like snakes.
This alone makes me want to upsey EVERYONE in LA. Get drunk. Get Loud. Get Obnoxious, and then take the piss outta anyone and everyone who looks like they have a spoon up there arse. Or ASS as they would have to say
‘Eat a carb, have a pint of beer and let your fucking hair extensions down’
The manhore has no idea its over.
I don’t know how to break it to him
We had some very cuddly moments. Mixed with all the shagging.
But his temper and set of values makes me feel sick. So however many orgasms he gave me I have to let him go.
I have too……. don’t i?!
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to be continued……