So, last Saturday was one of the worst and weirdest days of my life. I dumped my fiancée and got fucked for the first time in months.
I moved to DC after college. I was single. Dating here was… tough. I feel like I ran into primarily two types of men. The first were guys who were all about their job. They didn’t care about me. They cared about their law job, doctor job, consulting job, etc. etc. I was just one more piece of their perfect life. As long as I looked the part, they were fine with being out with me. However, they didn’t want really seem to have any interest in me as a person. I was just a necessary tool to their career progression. The second type of guy was the sort that just wanted to fuck me. These were worse. The first may not have really needed to understand me as a person, but being desired as an external representation of having made it is better than having someone gaze through you like all you are is a hole for them to fuck. I don’t understand what they thought; this bizarre belief that if they could only get into my pants it would validate their life or prove something. They never did—a note for guys out there, we can tell if you are trying this.