The Beginning of the End of My Whore Days

This whole blog started because I fucked my next-door neighbor, M&M…and then got my heart fucked in the process.

It started from the pain, anguish, and poor coping skills that ensued from having been let down by this Adonis of a man that I revered as Mr. Perfect, Mr. Right, Mr. Only One For Me.

So goes heartache I guess.

I once heard that having your heart broken simply means that your expectations were not met.

And sadly I find great comfort in that.

I expected Mr. Perfect to fit perfectly into my life and I in his.

I expected my butterflies, sweaty palms, and bursts of excitement at the mere site of him to be reciprocated.

I expected a raging hard-on in his pants the second he saw me every time.

I expected a kiss on my forehead every night.

I expected rainbows and kittens and sunshine.

I guess I expected a lot…

It’s been a year since things crumbled uncontrollably from my grasp and I can only now say that things have finally ended as randomly and beautifully as they started.

I no longer live in that building.

Neither does he.

So, as much as it pains me to do, the plan from here on out is to continue to document my train-wreck-of-a-single life while dropping eggs of how the whore happened aka the story of what happened with my neighbor and me.

And then…

I’ll let you know how it all officially ended.

And THEN…

I will no longer blog about aforementioned escapades.

This…is the official beginning…of the END of…my days as a blogging whore.