Rejection
There have been many interesting theories in the comments about why I’m hung up on Sexy Venezuelan, a guy I barely know who won’t call me back. I need affirmation from a hot guy that I’m hot? Nope. What the fuck, am I fourteen? I’m secretly in love with The Marine? Aw, what a cute theory. No. The sweet voicemail he left for me the other morning made me throw up in my mouth a little. Turned on by assholes? Been there, done him, learned my lesson. I like a challenge? To a point, sure but christ I still want a guy to put out. I enjoy the chase? Again, to a point. It’s no fun chasing someone who doesn’t want to be caught. As I have already learned.
So what’s the deal?
