Here is something truthful.

So awhile ago I went on several dates with this nice (seeming) guy, and then after we had sex I never heard from him again.

And here’s the shitty thing about that.

I don’t think, “Oh, that guy’s an insufferable douchebag.”

I mean, I do think that, but that’s not the main thing I think.

I think, if you liked me up until then, and now you don’t, was the sex terrible? Or am I just that terribly unpretty?  And since I have some strong empirical evidence as to what you thought about the sex part, that just leaves the prettiness for me to dwell on.

Which is a really stupid way to let someone else make you feel.

And I know all the ways that’s not true and all the ways this guy is a dick, but I’m just saying.

That’s lame.

Anyhow, I was thinking about that today, and how it’s a stupid way to feel.  Because I berate myself about my feelings.

That’s also lame.