sometimes you wish you could jump through the cyber world and catch that text/email/im that you just sent before it reaches the phone/computer of the person its meant for like some crazy cyber ninja rescuing a damsel falling from a cyber-scraper.
i feel like that right now.
its not really that the text was wrong, more so that i shouldn't be the one sending a text (period). and therein lies my shoulda coulda woulda. i shoulda thought before i sent. i coulda waited for him to text me then he wouldn't feel so much pressure on his end. it woulda been a better idea. well too late now. now it has passed through that jumbled world of cyberspace where there are billions of other shoulda-coulda-woulda texts and millions of other women are sitting in my same position wishing that they could zip up those sexy, black, thigh high, patent leather boots and go kick some cyberspace monster ass in order to stop the terrible crime of making themselves look desperate.
but why is it, really, that when a woman makes an effort and expresses her true, honest feelings, unwilling to play games, that she is looked upon as being too forward and it tends to make that relationship end in hours? while when a guy does the same it makes things easier, he's sweet and charming? life is unfair. and i feel like the first statement. i may have more gold medals for ruining things than most and i might have just added to that collection.
C'est la vie.