Little Miss Asshole

“Dating” that’s a tricky phrase, one I’m not fully comfortable using but I couldn’t find a better one so whatever. Today I’m going to introduce you guys to Lil Miss Asshole. She is someone I went to school with, we’ve always been cool. As of March we kinda sparked a lil romance or whatever. The only major hang up with said romance is that she lives across the country so it’s a romance of the phone variety. Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way let me talk to you for real.

Little Miss Asshole is just that: an asshole. She is what I like to call a lady boy. She isn’t a full on “stud” she wears male clothing but she’s hella feminine outside of that. Mama is facially gifted, had a recent weight loss, and is employed. Those three things in her opinion make her God’s gift; and as one might imagine that doesn’t sit too well with me. Little Miss Asshole has worked hard to earn this name; she is reckless with her mouth and has no filter which is fun, but not when it comes to matters of the heart. I do care for her but not in a way that is easy for me, she wasn’t planned and I’m starting to feel a little pressure to settle down. Settling would be cool if she lived in Georgia, she knew how to talk to me, and if I was fully over the hurt that my ex (Little miss Crazytown) caused. I mean it was all good just a week ago (more like 3 weeks ago but I’m always eager to quote Ye) I feel a bit awful cause she would be a good girlfriend no doubt about it but I’m not ready for that and 1/2 the reasons aren’t her fault; dont get me wrong the other 1/2 are totally her fault. Such is life though, right?

Till next time

Little Miss Lesbo