Lack of clever title.

I spent probably a good half hour looking for a picture to suit this blog post. I've given up on looking for it since it seems so time consuming; I guess it's better to find an image after - rather than before writing the blog post.

Well yesterday I was hosting a get together with my friends, my best friend aka my mother, was helping me cook dinner since I had shit all prepared. I don't remember what we were talking about exactly, but it kind of got to me. He was saying how he likes my boyfriend and he's never seen me this way after knowing me for 7 years. He later on asked me a series of questions like, have you hit him? (I guess I was an abusive girlfriend, but I didn't leave bruises or anything. I just hit really hard since I grew up in a house hold of males after my mother passed away), do you want this relationship to last? Do you think this relationship would work? The answer to most of those questions were "no," and the last two he asked were "I hope so." He said it was a good thing and he likes him because he treats me the way I should be treated and the fact that we're not so lovely dovey in public. Truth be told, I don't think we're all that affectionate with each other. I guess it's a good thing?

I didn't know what he meant by "he treats me the way I should be treated," and he just told me to think about it. I guess in the back of my mind that question was floating there waiting to be pondered about and reminisced about just to help my heart, or myself find the answer. Well last night on the spot I was able to think of two recent guys I've dated. Just sitting here right now just made think about it some more. I guess to sum it all up, most guys that I've dated before - didn't show their true sides until after the honey moon stage.

The last guy i dated before I met my current boyfriend, treated me like shit. He wouldn't let me see my friends or even talk to them with out being called a slut. In his defense I am a slut, despite some of the things I did when i was 17. I just thought it was unfair of him, I allowed him to see his friends, I allowed him to talk to other girls, i didn't care as long as they weren't doing anything behind my back (he claimed to have stop talking to other girls, ended up being a lie.) He claimed that I cheated on him, and this is one thing that always confused me. Some times he'd say we were together, other times he said we weren't together. Yeah, I know it was very confusing for me too. I always went with the, unless I agree and too, acknowledge the fact that we're together; we're a couple.

The second to last guy i dated, well he was a total sweet heart and I liked him a lot. I didn't mind talking to him for hours because we usually had something to talk about. When I was sad he would have something cute or quirky to say or do something with his extremely flexible body. It freaked me out at first, but it some how got my mind off what ever I was worried about. Well like i told my best friend last night, was that he sort of treated me like his mother. He expected me to comfort him and give him some comforting motherly advice as well as advice. This relationship was just... a train wreck. We broke up, then we got back together again... it was like that for awhile until i said, it's not gonna work we better just stay as friends. I don't think that worked out very well...

Third last guy, well he was boring not liked by many and... i guess he treated me like charity case. Insisted that I fix the bridge I burnt with my dad. I know it's too late to fix that bridge, it's been burning since i was 16. He was kind of cocky too. Now I just refer to him as the drunken mistake.

....well I guess you get the idea of the last 3 guys i've dated and how they were like.