“It’s not me, it’s you.” That, or it’s my own deeply complicated emotional confusion that we probably shouldn’t delve too deep into. This week, it’s hard to know when to go easy on the other person and when to go a little hard on yourself.
As far as the handcuffs go, I will quote Rihanna, "Sticks and stones may break my bones but whips and chains excite me."
I'm 18 and I've never had a boyfriend nor have I had sex (or gotten past 2nd base). I'm 5'8" and I weigh quite a bit. I'm a size 17 pants and x-large shirt (mainly due to my boobs). My friends that are guys and girls say I'm pretty, but I don't feel it.
I paced around my empty apartment, racking my brain for something to do…you know, besides job apps. I was lonely, which is weird for someone who’s so used to being alone. I could’ve called one of my homegirls to catch up or hang out, but I craved company – the male kind.
LuLu is the craziest thing I have seen since Tinder (and that’s saying something). Basically, every man who has ever existed on Facebook is on here for women to judge.
Hopefully my experiences can provide some sort of framework for your greater and lesser moments chasing love (or something like it).