Dating with an SCI: Hookup Culture At Its Worst
I have no idea what I'm writing. I'm just kind of going by emotional autopilot. And given the amount of Tennessee Honey in my iced tea, it's likely this post will end up being more like a drunk text to an ex. That is if I had an ex to drunk text. Which I guess technically you could say I do have a few, but given that none of those "relationships" never went past a few weeks of texting nor an actual date, I wouldn't consider any of those guys to be an ex. And the one guy who could technically be considered an ex because we did date for a month, if you call hooking up and sleeping with a guy you have no real interest in simply because he thought you were pretty until he no longer was getting what he wanted, dating. So really, I don't have an ex. Which means technically I can't send a drunk text to one. And since the one person I want to see this post the most probably never will, it won't matter if I'm sober or not. And since I am no Hemingway, t...