Monday 25 May 2015

POF off...

I literally cannot take the desperadoes on Plenty of Fish anymore...




I had to chop out the number and skype ID so that's why the message is in bits but...

Seriously?! What the actual hell? I thought for a fleeting moment it was from these twins that a knew a while ago but I don't think even they are that sleazy. 

What do they think I'm going to say? Oh yes please!!!! Take me out and you can tag team me! 

My boobs are not even out in my profile picture and someone said I have a creepy face the other day, so who knows what they want with me but I am so sick of this rubbish so I am POF-fing off. 

I have deleted the app and all of the crap and I am going to focus on me. 

When my relationship ended 11 weeks ago, I needed an ego boost. Though I ended the relationship, I needed to be wanted by someone...anyone, but now I want to be by myself. 

I have talked to so called pilots, to mummy's boys that still live at home, to 'Christian Grey' and I don't want any of them. 

Being single is awesome, I can do what I want, when I want, with whoever I want. I don't have to answer to anyone or have dirty pants trailing to my bedroom. 

I can starfish in bed, eat pizza every night and cover myself in coconut oil and vinegar if I please. I can watch my horror shows until 2am and sleep until 12pm. I don't have to make morning coffee for anyone or buy things for someone that doesn't deserve them. 

I can spend 3 hours in the library and breathe clean air by myself that is not tainted by a guy. 

I am not anti-relationships and if it happens, it happens but I'm just going to stop worrying about it. 

If I die alone and a cat chews my dead face, then so be it. At least I have been me and not stuck in a relationship just 'because.' 

I'm POF-fing off, should you? 

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