Boys, Boys, Boys

Girls have it easy as far as getting laid goes. I’ve never had a problem bouncing from one relationship to the next. There was always some guy waiting for me to break up with whoever I was with so they could try and get in my pants. Every other girl I know has had the same success in moving from one guy to another. I know a few that have never had a break from relationships. I’ve had two (self-imposed) breaks.

But what does that say about girls, in general? Or at least the girls that live in perpetual relationship land. Are we too afraid to be alone? To have to provide our own entertainment? To have to go to family/work/friend/holiday functions alone? What is it that keeps us in constant relationship mode?

And So It Ends

The end of my first relationship was a difficult thing, but I think it’s probably that way for most people. Lack of experience and not having developed proper coping mechanisms (rebound relationships-replacing the one that you want with the one that you’re with) is what made it so traumatic for me. Everything comes easier with time and practice.

My relationship with Phill did not last very long after the abortion. We rarely saw each other outside of school. Our parents, knowing now that we were capable of having sex and creating life, wouldn’t let us be alone together at all. Which is odd, considering my mother put me on the pill immediately. It’s as if she would admit that I was having sex but wouldn’t allow me to if she could possibly prevent it. Why bother with the pill then? (It is a good thing she did though. Who knows what would have happened in the future.)