i see the signs. i always do, and maybe it’s my stupid nature to think that things aren’t as bad as what i know they are. so she-hag, the story…of your signs. things were shaky, sure…and you sat on a pc less than 2 feet away from me and chatted with your replacement. i watched you giggle and smile…i watched you do things i remembered you doing when we first met and first got together…and i gave you grace. i watched it happen more often and more frequently, and i gave you grace. it’s only the internet, i talk to many people too, why should i worry. i also didn’t pay attention to how i would come home around 10:30 or 11pm at night from work and see you on the phone…and you’d quickly get off…and tell me you were talking to your mom. sure, maybe you were, i don’t know…and i have no proof to say otherwise…but now that i look back, it was a bit iffy. especially when all the other events came to light. i watched as you had less interest in me, the way all of your sincerity started to fail…i watched you became selfish and materialistic…you weren’t what i knew…i saw you as so different when we first met, and then you turned into THAT thing…you were simply a beast…you became the one called She-Hag. did i know what was happening? of course i did. i saw it, i read the signs…the way you giggled like a teenager when you were chatting with him, the way you treated me after you left that night and never came home…and then that one day you made me feel things might be different…you kept telling me how you “wanted to be together” and you just wanted to have your own place…of course i knew that wasn’t true and it would never last…until you came over and blew me, which apparently was just some simple act of lust as you put it. and that you were just trying…to see if you felt something…that wasn’t there. oh how familiar…you’re now not the only girl to come after me to my house and use your mouth and hands to please me for some selfish benefit…whatever it is. you’re the ones i don’t understand…how easy you can please someone or allow yourself to be physically pleasing to another…with no fucking regret or consequence. she-hag…i never doubted you and your fidelity, i’ve never believed you physically cheated on me. it’s not like you, not the way you loved me. some things won’t change. of course there’s the new “idea” that emotional cheating is as bad as physical, but i still think that remains to be seen. i’ve been the emotional escape for so many…and so many of you…simply use it and leave. what about you, shallowtubby? lets see…you had a shitty boyfriend…for a long time…and you were so fucking brainwashed into thinking your life was how you wanted, and things were the way they should have been…and yet you ran to my fucking arms…and did the same thing. oh, lets see, how about i come over some night…we’ll mess around and i’ll go down on you too daniel. you’re proud of it, you think it’s something you’re good at. you know what…any girl can do it. so many of you always say “oh i bet they just didn’t DO it right…” well, someone tell me what kind of talent there is with closing your lips around someone’s cock and sliding around. whatever. and then what? you brushed your teeth and ran back to your boyfriend. i should have seen it then…you were willing to do that…and still have the gall to return to another guy…the one you loved…after cheating on him with someone like ME. don’t forget, i’m the one without broad shoulders, i’m the one who wears a big nosering, i’m the one, as you so succinctly put it, who wears eyeliner and furcoats…yet another of your reasons why you couldn’t “date me.” oh, yeah…i’m different. and so did you do the same? makes me wonder how long you had inner conflict when you decided you wanted to fuck my virgin friend. i’m sure that was an accomplishment for you. well, i suppose that’s another thing that you had in common with the she-hag…don’t forget how you dated our young friend at toys r us who had also never had the touch of a woman. the similarities seem to increase. and both of you…are lions. the thing i dream about, the thing i fight, the thing that chases me and the thing that i chase back. and my aquarians? well, i’ve tried…and it just doesn’t pan out. my old love danya…she’s remained constant, for some reason she’s the one that has never crossed or destroyed any sense of my personality in the ways most of the others have done…and we have my 2nd aquarius…the one with the birthday so near mine we probably WERE close to being “twin flames.” we read each other instinctively, we knew each other’s reactions…and for those same reasons we grew quickly apart. you were upset because we had sex so few times, and you felt it was something wrong with “us” because it wasn’t normal…and you pulled yourself away…i think you knew it wouldn’t last, but we bowed out gracefully. and then the third aquarius…well…hardly anything to say…you wanted in my bed so badly you were there before you were in my head…and that just doesn’t work for me. no more aquarians…our souls are too similar….