Rescue or to be rescued?

Big massive wave

It’s over, after a couple of months affectionate love and pampering his needs, more than just sexual needs and he finally pulled the plug to call it off. Let’s call him Mr. P. It was wonderful for the first few weeks and I was all over the heel for him, his passion, honesty and cute smiley blue eyes blinded me to fall for him in just weeks. As usual, we had sex not long after the 1st date and there was nothing I could complain, not even a nick of tiny trivial stuff that I usually picked on casual sex. The moment I stepped on to meet his parents, to gain acceptance in his life and he started to freak out. He din even speak a word to negotiate or even reason logically. Instead of rationing, he stopped talking to me and sent me an email of his anger and frustations over my inconsiderate childish suggestion to stay over in his house for summers to build rapport with his parents. The truth is, I don’t really mind if he refused to permit me to meet his parents although he is out to his parents. What hurts me the most was the way he said things in his email which was ‘you may think I am a self-fish bastard, you can just forget me if you dun like me’. This is a powerful statement leaving to me to linger with sleepless days of clueless thoughts with the hope he would retract back these words. Sadly, he did not take back his words but he did apologise for things did not really work out between us and babbled with the same convincing break up words such as ‘you are handsome,,,cute..you deserve someone better than me’… of course, I was badly devastated after reading.



A few days after the big wave landed on me, one of my gfs and I were speaking about her mum trying to set her up with a date. The problem is, my gf shows no absolute interest at all. She wants to be single for the rest of her life, she doesn’t want or need to share her life with someone else, especially watching telly. She prefer to have her own space and freedom to control her telly, That way, it gives her the power to control her favourite channel, her life and her own hobby. Isn’t that a little self-fish, having things on your own, all by yourself without sharing. She did not grow up reading the happy ever after story book and she doesn’t have a clue enough to believe it. I , on the other hand, grew up with cherish thoughts that one day, my white horse shining armour knight will set me free and rescue me from the loneliness empty prison. Wait, hold it there, did I just mention the word rescue.



Are all of us waiting to be rescued or getting ready to rescue?