My response: no, I’m just too much for a weak man.
I wasn’t going to change who I was for anyone. I’d done that once before and I vowed never to do it again.
The truth was, I was tired of the pathetic losers who kept knocking on my door.
Last year I would have fallen for their sad sob stories; this year I was a bitch who sat back and waited for them to own their shit and take responsibility for their problems before I even acknowledged that they existed.
I had my hands full with work and my own pursuits; I didn’t need or want anyone.
That wasn’t going to change unless the right person came along and I wasn’t anticipating that anytime soon.
I had all the balls I needed; I didn’t want anyone else’s.