Talk about what you know...

She asked me: when will it feel better?
I said: eh…
Her face said: that’s not helpful
I said: later… when you look back at it and it doesn’t feel like you’re breaking all over again anymore?

I don’t know, of course. I don’t know when she’s going to feel better.
I hope soon. I hope she eventually finds somebody who makes her happy without playing stupid games while doing it. I hope the guys she’s been dating aren’t a true representation of the actual dating pool that’s out there.
For her sake. And for all women (and gay men’s) sake.
I understand being shy. I understand avoiding confrontation. I understand not wanting to have the talk. But I don’t understand this. It’s like I said in the locker room (this is me at my deepest, I should probably have gone into counselling...)
“It’s not even like that. No, it’s more like he asked you to move to Ice-cream Ville with him and when you got there he told you he was actually lactose intolerant and didn't want any. Yeah, that’s what it’s like!”

Now, how’s that for drawing from your own experiences?