I really don’t feel like blogging today, but here I am in my WYSIWYG WordPress editor. Sigh. Tina says I should write about my love life. I’ve dated a lot of guys, I’m sure we can work something out. Let’s see what we have which can be read by minors.

Oh yes, I had an asshole boyfriend once. He is still an asshole the last time I checked. I know, I know, if he’s such an asshole why was I with him? Well, to tell the truth (and at the risk of being labelled “having bad taste”), I thought he was cute when we started dating. Though he was actually rather dim.

I think I liked being the smart one, and always having the answers to everything. He was the kind to pronounce the “h” sound when saying “honest”. It’s quite funny, hehe, but obviously I don’t let that get to me. I mean, if I were to base my opinions on people through their English proficiency, I’d be single my whole life.

In retrospect, we had too much in common anyway: I was stubborn and he was stubborn, you know those kinds of things. It eventually lead to a lot of friction every single time we didn’t agree on something. Of course, I was young and he was young, I thought that they were “healthy” fights. But really, they were just disagreements that never got resolved.

But it wasn’t all yucky really. It was pleasant enough in the beginning. He planned a nice little surprise during my birthday. That was cute. I think he brought it up when we broke up. Something about him giving me a little birthday surprise so I should be indebted to him forever. Eww.

God, he is such as asshole. He used to yell at me all the time. Sheesh. When I yelled back with my supposedly “smart” remarks he usually goes all double standard and says, “how dare you yell at me, I’m your boyfriend”. Cringe. I should’ve seen the signs really. He was violent.

Of course aside from him being as asshole and there was also a bunch of other reasons why we broke up but I think he reached the pinnacle of his assholeness when I dumped him (for a sweet guy I just met). That must have been painful. Well, I say, it takes two to tango. Humph.

Now that new guy, now he was something. But then, there was too much going on, stuff we can’t control and, in the end there was just too much going on with my life and his life and that had to end. Fate came in. He’s in a better place now. 🙂

Then came a series of dates, which was horrible and fun both at the same time. But I believe that is a story for another day. For now, stay away from assholes.