Strange days

I’ve just ended a relationship with a woman I did not love, and oddly enough, it’s the first time in my life that I’ve been the initiator of the end.

Weird. I’m not a doormat or pushover by any measure. But I usually feel a lot more for my ladyfriends than they do for me, and when their passion fades, I’m the one on the sidewalk holding a bag of my clothes and wondering why.

I’d feel worse, but I didn’t feel anything to start with, and now that it’s over, I don’t have to pretend that I do.

There is, however, this here bottle of tequila, which has promised me that it still cares and wants to be with me.

Too bad I’m going to kill it.