I heard the law school breakup rate is like 80%. I believe it. Obviously individual circumstances make it higher or lower.
It think the worst is for first-year students who have been dating someone prior to law school and the other person has no idea what law school is like. Like my friend who dated an artist for about a year before we started our first year. He didn’t even know anyone who was a lawyer. He had no idea why she was so busy and couldn’t go out anymore. They broke up by the end of first semester. That’s usually how it goes.
Fall was supposed to be our time, not summer.
A descriptor for a person who has commitment issues but does not engage in cheating or infidelity. A serial monogamist likes the emotional and physical intimacy of relationships and therefore seeks partners who want a longterm romantic relationship. A serial monogamist may or may not warn their partner about their fear of commitment. (Often the partners foolishly believe they will be able to change this about the serial monogamist.)
The relationship may be short-lived or it may last a few months to years, however the serial monogamist is always holding back and if the other partner in the romance pushes at all, the serial monogamist will end the relationship swiftly and often without emotion.
Serial monogamist: I broke up with my boyfriend.
Friend: What???? You guys have been together for three years!
Serial monogamist: I know… I really liked him.
Friend: What happened?
Serial monogamist: He asked me to marry him.
Friend: You’re such a serial monogamist!
For reasons I think are self-evident, I like being single and I like being in stable long-term relationships.
Pretty much everything else is like walking into a movie theater, not knowing if you’re about to watch a romantic comedy, a romance, a dark comedy, a drama, a foreign film without subtitles, the typical existential French film (never predictable), an action-flick, a porn, just the end credits, a short-film, a kids movie, a teen movie, a physiological thriller, or a horror film.
First there was J… who told me to lose 10 pounds… then went crazy (like committed overnight)
Then his friend K… who insisted on taking me out… then told me beer wasn’t ladylike…
Now their friend M is currently talking to me on Facebook chat… I’ve never had a real conversation with him before… but he’s telling me “we should hang out sometime”… Oh did I mention my ex T is M’s supervisor at work?
I also want money, because I’m poor.
But I’d rather have sex. Alllllll day long. Rough sex. Slow sex. Oral sex. Quickie sex. Forever long sex. Oral sex. Shower sex. Oral sex. Outside sex. Car sex. Oral sex.
It’s not going to happen.
I am a prude. And I am back home.
Forgot my birth control in Denver… because I need another reminder of how unnecessary contraception is to my life right now.
I’ve gone home once since I moved here in February… for a wedding in July.
The visit was really depressing.
When I packed up my car and moved across the country to Denver, I had a boyfriend waiting for me at the end. I was in love. I was going on an adventure I’d dreamed about since I was a kid.
When I went back home last time, I was recovering from probably the shittiest breakup story ever told. I had a new boyfriend that I was afraid to call ‘my boyfriend.’ I was watching two people very happily in love celebrate their commitment. I was re-telling the breakup story to every concerned/confused friend that brought it up. I was back in the places haunted with our memories: there was our first date, our second date, our favorite restaurant, the place we used to play catch, where we had picnics, his first house, my old bed, were we got back together, our first kiss, the bagel shop where we’d get breakfast before parting ways for work, my old work—where he’d surprise me with visits and also where I broke down in front of customers the first time we broke up, where we met… Almost all the pieces of our story are scattered across that city. I can’t hide from the reminders of what used to be. They’re all over the place. I don’t live there anymore and there’s nothing to replace the old ghosts.
Now I’m going back again, this time totally single… reminding me of how I failed not one, but two relationships in one year. I heard he’s coming back too, and he’s bringing his live-in girlfriend. A nice reminder that I never met his mom until his dad died. There’s always a chance I’ll see them. So this time I’ll still be haunted by old memories, but I’ll also be reminded that I might just run into him and her, and I conveniently gained weight during the school year and she’s a yoga instructor.
The only consolation is that she’s not very pretty and he’s gotten chubby… (sorry, it’s actually true) but it still sucks and I wish I could just stay in Denver. I’m happy here. Going home is a sad reminder of everything that made 2011 the worst year of my life.
Two boyfriends and twelve first dates later…
Somebody find my roommate a girlfriend. Pref one who has her own place near his work or his favorite bars so that he stays there a lot. (i.e. LoDo, Cherry Creek, Highlands) Or a nicer place than his room.
Or I guess you could find me a boyfriend. Pref one within biking/light rail distance or with a good parking situation.
All I want to do tonight is cuddle on the couch and watch documentaries.
letgofallfast-deactivated201303 asked: Your answer to that ask was just about the saddest thing I've read :/
omg seriously i was choking up writing it.