What was once a military cadence has now become the online dating chant. Soldiers follow this with their combat boots, we follow this with our fingers while we swipe. It’s almost powerful. And it also comes with a powerful crash. That hot guy who looks like a certain celebrity who you are so excited to be chatting with turns out to be an alcoholic who will tell you to “fuck off”. The ex professional athlete turns out to want one thing and you begin to feel cheap. The professional who you’ve been chatting with for weeks turns out to completely ghost you after everyday conversation the day after he screws you in the backseat of your car. Three words: It Fucking Sucks
I’m starting this blog to put it all out there, to identify with other women. The women who tell themselves that they are powerful and they don’t need a man to bolster their self-esteem, but will hop in the bathtub after a bottle of wine and send embarrassingly pitiful messages to validate they are not just a piece of ass to the douchebags. I am not a man hater by any means. I still hold out hope. In the meantime, let me entertain the world with my vulnerability, my penchant for the crazy.
Now let’s get some housekeeping items out the way. This is an anonymous blog. My real name is not and is no way related to Ellie. This also is my page and if you’re offended easily, just to tell ya, I am explicit. If you are a person on your high horse when it comes to morals, you may want to hit the back button and not go further . (And then come back later because this shit fascinates you and you’ll read it while telling yourself you are reading it so you can be sure to pray for me.) Names of friends and places have also been changed.
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I look forward to getting to know each and everyone of you fellow trainwrecks.