The Bedside Blogger #17 NSFW

I'm back! Since I got such a great response with my last little sexually creative tidbit, I have decided to give you another one. Hopefully I've gotten a little better since then. 

Cal was never the strongest or bravest guy I had known but there was always something about him, a pull of some sort that attracted me to him. On the thinner side he wasn't much to look at but he was witty and had eyes that could pierce the thickest soul and his smile was dazzling, crooked in a shy way but always full of confidence some how. We met in junior year of college, just friends at first, but I soon realized that he was perfect for me. Artsy, smart, and completely innocent. I wanted to corrupt him, teach him things that would push his comfort limits to the breaking point. 

I remember our first encounter very vividly; it was Christmas holiday and neither one of us wanted to go home for break, the dorms were almost empty, only a few foreign students and others who would rather stay at University to partake in the college party scene. It was my first white Christmas away from Colorado and I was feeling a little home sick all the way in Oklahoma. Cal was from a small town a few hundred miles away from University of Oklahoma, he had been dreaming of getting away from his family for years. When he came to my dorm room dressed in his red flannel pajama bottom and a white deep v-neck shirt holding a bottle of Vodka and a carton of eggnog I was pleasantly surprised. We had been introduced through our dorm mates who were currently hooking up on the occasional drunken night. We had never been alone with each other like this before so the first cup of spiked nog was a bit awkward but after the third and a game of scrabble we started giggling and joking around like old friends. 

Half way through our second game of increasingly naughty scrabble we decided to watch It's A Wonderful Life to break the growing tension. As we sat on the couch, him in his somehow sexy flannel pants and me in my Pink Nation shorts and top, some how cuddling began which eventually turned into spooning. My heart was pounding out of my chest with every one of his breathes that past by my ear. He was inching his hand down my side in no time at all, the butterflies in my stomach were restless, my mind was racing with questions. Was he doing this on purpose? Was he as nervous as I was? Did he just move his hand closer to my inner thigh?

The movies was agonizingly long and by the time it was half over I could barely contain myself, the tugging feeling in my stomach was achingly hard to ignore. I needed relief from his warm exhales now on my neck, I got up and excused my self to the bathroom. After splashing cold water on my face I made my mind up right then and there, I wanted him and he wanted me as well. Friends don't spoon or torture one another with subtle hand movements and moisture on their necks. When I entered the TV room again he was sitting up right to my disappointment, I sat next to him without giving away my subconscious let down. He glanced my way, I could feel his crystal blue eyes on my, watching my chest inhale and exhale sharply. Stop that! My inner voice wasn't happy with his mixed signals at all. I couldn't stop my eyes from traveling his way, and a moment later the room was silent as our eyes met, the air was staggeringly thick, I couldn't seem to catch my breathe. His scruffy face inched closer to mine, cocked to the side ever so slightly. When his lips touched mine they were warm and, as cliche as it would seemed, had taken my breath away. 

In seconds he had pulled me on to his lap, straddling him, his arms wrapped around my waist and kissing me with such intensity I thought my clothes would melt off. He stood up with such ease you would think I was made of only feathers, sexually charged feathers who's static clung to his body. He gently laid me down on my bed, my legs still wrapped around him only briefly until his hands started wandering up my shorts and shirt. Then, it was a race to see who could get the other persons clothes off quickest, all at once we were bare. His body on top of mine again, his hips between my legs. I reached for my night stand for a friendly foil wrapped life saver, I slipped the lubricated latex over him. Wow, I thought, didn't expect him to be so big! But, then again, I didn't expect to be doing this with him. 

My hands moved from his shaft to his lower back, giving him an encouraging pull towards me but he gave me resistance. He began to kiss me again, our tongues intertwining, as our lips started to part my teeth caught his bottom lip, he gave a sudden passionate moan and an unexpected thrust of whole self inside of me. "Oh God!" I let out. 

I was utterly dazed! He was deep inside of me, pushing against every wall, then he was pulling away but only for a moment until he was diving inside of me again. My whole body was quivering, with every one of his movements, sweat, either mine or his, soaked me. In a blink of an eye he had scooped me up from my lower back and rolled us over in one fluid motion. I was set on top of him, dizzy, I leaned down for our faces to meet. Kissing and grinding my hips to the rhythm of his hands passing from my thighs to my rear end. My body started to react to him, I felt myself building and filling with tension all over, from head to curled toes. His fingers were digging into my hips at this point, his body tensing, his breathing gaining and releasing barely audible grunts of pleasure. Then, he did it. Said the one thing that caused my whole body to unravel, one simple phrase caused me to climax as if on demand, "Thalia! Fuck!" 

Mountains moved, the heavens rained sweet angelic melodies, oceanic waves of ecstasy crashed down inside of me, filling me to the brim and over flowing my senses. Not skipping a beat his pelvis and hands took over till he joined me in my climatic winners circle. Breathing in unison, laying next to each other, sweat trickling down the sides of our bodies, I couldn't have began to imagine that this would have happen. But never the less, there we lay, in my bed together, our relationship forever changed. And, oh, the changes I would put him through. Poor guy never saw it coming. 

Reflecting on that evening now, I don't think it could have been any better. We slept with our arms wrapped around each other and in the morning had only a moment of awkwardness before we headed to IHOP for a triumphant breakfast. The path we have traveled together since that night has lead us to where we are today, it was rocky and a bit dramatic but I wouldn't walk it with anyone else. This is far from a love story,well, at least Disney never taught me that love could be expressed through bondage and kinky sex games. I suppose you can be the judge of that. 

To be continued....

The Bedside Blogger #16 "50 Shades of Fucked Up Indeed"

I finally finished reading Fifty Shades Of Grey last night. I have already bitched about how horribly written it was, how the characters are hollow and awkward and I could write a better erotic novel in my sleep. But, I have new opinions to add to my earlier ones; I now hate the fallowing words and phrases that James uses in Ana's inner monologue "blink(ing)", "sex" (used at an synonym for genitals), "he scolds/scolding", "Holy crap", "Oh no!", "Holy Moses", "he fills me... I'm going over the edge", and finally "delicious(ly)". This last one made me want to vomit by the last chapter, maybe I have been doing it right for all these years but I just don't find sex or anything else erotic to be "delicious"!! In fact, I looked up synonyms to "delicious" and I found about four words that she could have used every once in a while instead of using "delicious" ten times on every page!

Delightful. Luscious. Divine. Enticing. She could have used Yummy for goodness sake and not sounded like a first grader who is learning how to form real sentences for the second time! If I went through this book, chapter by chapter, and crossed out these words and phrases not only would the book be shorter but it would be much more bearable to read. Although, you would still be stuck reading the horrifically awkward conversations that the characters are having. Everyone is so stiff and old fashioned, aside from Grey when he is stabbing you with the F word in between using this girls name every second sentence. I can go on and on about how horrible the book is written so lets move forward to the plot of the book in general.

E L James... Why do you need this complicated contract nonsense to make a story interesting? In which you negate any damn way?!? Also, why the hell did this "love story" happen with in the course of two weeks? Week one she meets him, loses her virginity, goes on a date, gets abused and moves. Week two she goes on vacations, admits her love for him to herself and her family, gets a new job and breaks up with him after she tells him to beat her the way he really wants to. They both care about each other but she's a crazy, jealous, immature prude who asks way too many questions. She asks him the same questions through out the book, in which he answers every time, this is such a crazy girl thing that it pains me to share a gender with James and Ana. If girls are asking these questions it's no wonder so many of them are having to read this book for sexual content.

Erotic novels are about the action, so spending about six chapters talking about this magically sexy character is pointless and annoying! We get it! He's hot, rich, über kinky and fixated on this plain Jane. Move this shit along already! Furthermore, the sex in this book is not kinky, the idea of the "Red Room of Pain" is kinky, but the kinkiest the sex gets is vaginal beads and a riding crop. I don't consider her being tied up to be that kinky since that is a fairly normal sexual fantasy. So much is mentioned in the contract but never tried that it is pointless to even have used the Room to begin with. They have mostly "vanilla" sex through out different rooms of his and her apartments, and a hotel.

Now then, I am an amateur but, I'm fairly confident that I could make a pretty steamy first chapter with very little filler, I am going to prove that it isn't hard to write an erotic novel that is intelligent, well written, and kinky.

      Here I am again, my feet and hands bound by the searing chill of the aluminum cuffs, eyes draped with the silk mask, body bare and tender to the satin sheets on the bed below me. I can only hear his whispering breathes sweeping over my breast as he hovers, knees and hands indent into the mattress on either side of me. He's been teasing me for hours, days, weeks it feels. I am aching for him to touch me, wanting so badly to feel him press his lips to mine, I would do anything to feel him inside of me, and he know this. He is enjoying himself too much to stop my agony so soon. 

"Farah" his breath is so warm on my belly.
"Luca, please" is all I can muster up, I know he is smiling his devilish grin and things are about to get much worse for me. 

       His rugged forefinger softly glides over my collar bones, down my sternum to my belly, sweeps across my hips and is joined by his index finger above my pleasure button. I can't catch my breath, his fingers start to slowly circulate, finding my clitoris and enticing it with soft strokes. My hips try to mimic his fingers motions but he changes from clockwise to counter clockwise when they catch the rhythm. His torturous games have always been cruel, but he must be in an especially seductive mood this evening. 

"Farah, do you love me?", his voice is dripping with poisonous sexual tension. 
"Yes," I breath "I need you."

      The pressure of his fingers are heavier now, my stomach fills with intense excitement. After only a brief moment he stops, the anticipation of what he will do next is burning in my loins. Then, all at once, his mouth replaces where his fingers were. Hot, wet, expertly tonguing me. The feeling of his mouth opening and closing, his lips smooth and his scruffy facial hair against my sensitive lady parts throws me into ecstasy. I can only gasp for air as his hands hold my hips in place so that I can not escape or move, as if the cuffs would allow me to. He is loving this, he lets out a blissful sigh and I shiver underneath its weight. 

"Luca!" I can't take any more, I'm going to hit my climax at any second.

      His is all of the sudden on top of me, in side of me. Between my spread thighs I can feel the heat he has created and now he is spreading the heat through my whole body. His chest is now parallel to mine, my hard nipples are brushing against his muscular pecs. He's so close to me but I can't touch him, I want to run my finger nails down his back, hold his solid buttock so that he can fill me deeper. Even as I have him, I crave more, I am so greedy for his body. 

      His hard erection slides in and out of me with moderate friction, deep for a moment, the pause brings my body to a sensation I can only describe as sizzling, spicy, and tingly. After he pushes me so close to the edge he removes the pressure only slightly then deepens before he exits almost completely. I moan loudly, calling his name, his gruff voice breaths into my neck. Moist, humid moans fill my ears and I am lost in the moment right before I erupt into pure pleasure. The cuffs dig into my wrists as I struggle to withdraw myself, he continues to move inside of me, he wouldn't stop even if I begged him. This is it, the moment that has been building this whole time. Welling up and crashing down inside of me, every nerve in my body pulses. My body response to his so quickly that only a few seconds later I am shaking and sweating under him. He continues on, pushing, pulling, releasing. I can only lay here as I feel myself swelling around him, so sensitive and magical. His every motion throws me into an even further daze. I can finally feel him building, his body is tensing, voice becoming more grizzly, movements more jagged, thrusting himself inside of me only a few more times he comes and collapses gracefully on top of me. His sweat is sweet and cool against me, his muscles rippling from his intense moment of gratification. 

    He rolls away from me after a few moments, releasing me from my restraints. He draws me into his arms as I pull off the mask. Both of us panting from orgasm, all I can hear is the blood pounding in my ears and his husky breathing. The room is dark but I can make out his sculpted body as my eyes adjust to the moon light coming through the window. Lying there, drenched in sweat and basking in the after glow of love making he kisses me, his lips are cool and damp. 
"Wow... That was... wow" I blush and flash an accomplished almost cocky smile up at him.
"Mmhmm" is all I can reply with, I am so spent. I close my eyes as he grabs a blanket from the end of the bed, in no time I am sleeping. 

To be continued... ?

A Dash Of Buddha Post #16

Today I had to channel my inner hidden Buddha quite a bit. Work was hell to begin with and after work I decided to stress myself even more by going grocery shopping because it looks like this weekend will be busy busy busy. And for your information walking a city block and up two flights of stairs four times with at least ten extra pounds weighing you down isn't fun at all, especially after eight hours of pulling, pushing and lifting old people (I'm a nursing assistant if I forgot to mention that before).

Anyway, Buddha says that everyone is in misery no matter what type it can be over come by connecting with your inner self and pretty much relaxing. Let the universe take the wheel. Good things will happen to those who put good things into the world. For instance, smiling even though you are miserable gives good vibes on to the world. One action as small as a smile can turn your whole day around. You may even influence someone else to smile with you.

So, even though shopping after work wasn't the best feeling, I smiled and chatted with one of the night workers who was obviously bored. Made him laugh and hopefully uplifted his mood for a short time. That is all we can really do as humans for each other, make one another smile and be happy. In the end my dash of Buddha for the night was a literal version of one of my favorite quotes. "Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared."-The Buddha :)

A Dash Of Buddha Post #15

Out with the old and in with the new.

It may not be Spring but it's time for me to start new and fresh. Along with getting rid of my ex, week 1 and still holding strong, I am trying something else new. Buddhism. 

Don't get all Judgey McJudgerson on me just yet, I am not a religious person and thankfully Buddhism isn't a religion. In a nutshell, Buddhism is about inner peace and being a good person. The Buddha was not and still is not seen as a God or a Prophet. He was simply awakened. Always seen as a human being, no more special or more important than anyone else, he was only enlightened with knowledge and understanding of the Universe. I won't go too deep into what Buddhism is because I am still learning myself but I'll be keeping you updating on how I am adding a dash of Buddha into my day to day life. 

First of all I am meditating. Which is harder than it seems, but also a lot easier than it appears. You can meditate anytime and anywhere. On your way to work at a stop light, on your break, while exercising, in the bath, in bed before you fall asleep and even in bed with your lover. That's right, you can even meditate while you're having sex, actually some people consider sex a form of meditation because you are out of your head while you are intimate with someone. Crazy! Oh yeah, by the way Buddhism, unlike most religions, doesn't frown on the fun things in life. As long as you aren't hurting yourself or anyone else you can pretty much do anything you want as long as it is part of your path to becoming enlightened/awakened. Suck it conventional religious conformists!

So, why is it hard for me to meditate at times? Well, getting a chance to actually push all thoughts out of my head for more than a few minutes is rather difficult with my busy life and insomnia. If I'm not working I'm trying to sleep, you would think that would be the perfect time to meditate... yeah, shut up! It's not!
Anyway, the easiest way to meditate is to put on some soothing low music, light a candle, sit on the ground on a pillow with your legs crossed and hands resting easily on your knees (palms facing upward) and close your eyes. Start out breathing normally and get yourself "centered" which means comfortable and prepared to let go of the day. Take your first deep breath and let it out slowly, then your second breath breathe in deep and then deeper still til your lungs are filled with all your negative energy and thoughts, push them all out slowly. With every breath you should feel your body relax more and more, your mind should be focused on your breathing, the soft music and the little bit of light flickering behind your eye lids. 

There is no specific time that you should meditate for, as long as you are comfortable and relaxed at the end of your meditation. What does meditation do for you on your path to awakening? Don't be so feeble minded, becoming more aware of your breathing makes you more aware of the stillness that is really all around you. Knowing you're oneness with the Earth and Universe is a teaching of the Buddha, we are all connected through the same Sun, Earth, Moon, air and water. Breathing in the air that connects you with the rest of the world is humbling on some level. Not to sound like the stereotypical hippie mind you, I am not going to change my diet or bathing habits anytime soon. Trying to incorporate the Buddhas teachings into my daily life will be a positive challenge that I am very excited to share with you, and I hope I can inspire you to add a dash of Buddha to your day as well. 

The Bedside Blogger #14

Hey all, its been a little while since my last post. I've been working a ton and haven't had time to rant and rave about anything lately. But lucky for you I am stuck at work and have a few things on my mind.

First, I have officially been single (for the most part) for a year. To be perfectly honest, it's been a very interesting year. I have met and become strangers again to a few really interesting and nice guys. Also, in the course of the year of being somewhat single I have fallen for and had my heart broken (into a million shards) by someone whom I am still very fond of. That's right, I'm going to spill a little truth right now about how I've learned so much about dating crazy people.

My D-bag was first and foremost the most complicated yet utterly simple person that has ever walked into my life. Deep and hidden at times but mostly just a shallow goof ball. I won't go into great detail about him because I don't want to bore anyone, just know that he could probably charm the pants off of anyone with his wit and good looks. Anyway, D-bag has had my heart for about a year and has single-handedly changed my whole outlook on men and made me into a man hater for about eight months. How? Well, he's either scared of commitment or a horrible narcissistic sociopath... possibly both actually, even after knowing him for a year I still don't know. For a little under a year he has been toying with my emotions, using them to his advantage whenever possible. Because of him I have been unable to trust anyone when they say they have feelings for me, not to mention that anytime someone gets remotely close to me he some how reenters the picture and throws me into a tailspin. I ran into his muscular tattooed arms in my darkest times, when I was depressed, sad, lonely, horny, drunk and worst of all I ran to him when I was scared that someone was getting too close. He never, in my opinion, actually cared about my feelings or my needs. As long as we were hooking up at some point, he couldn't care less what came out of my mouth. I probably could have confessed to murder and he would've gone with it if I said it half naked. I actually liked that about him for a very long time. I could make a complete fool out of myself in front of him and he didn't care. Luckily, I realized that if someone could look past all the crazy things I've said or done that they didn't really care about me, it was the complete opposite and I deserved someone who would care about me enough to help me work through the crazy not just use it to their advantage.

My point to this sappy rant is that I've been single for a year and I am a completely different person. Recently I have been giving people way better advice than I have been taking for myself. So, my new goal is to give advice that I would actually take. I usually think very hard about what I say because I know that it is very hard to hear sometimes. Starting with my own problem, being addicted to someone who plays games with your emotions. WALK AWAY!! And before we get all "uumm... yeah, harder than it sounds" hear me out. Walking away from someone you care about, or in my case are addicted to, is very hard. So, how did I do it? DELETE EVERYTHING! I gave him a very simple good-bye then deleted his number and pictures. I know that I will miss him and I will think about him often, but I know that I can never move on and become a better person with him still involved with who I currently am. Giving myself space and time to breath is also how I have been able to rid myself from him. It won't be easy, and it wasn't easy getting to this point to where I could let go, but I knew it was time.

All in all so far so good. I know that I am strong and I can hold myself together when I miss him the most. The key is not to replace him with someone new, which took me a while to figure out, but to trust in myself and turn inward when I felt vulnerable and not run to him every time I was sad, depressed, or horny. Also, now when I'm scared of getting too close to someone I know that I have to work through it myself in a healthy way, not a destructive selfish way. Using him as a crutch is no longer an option if he is completely out of my life and phone contacts. So, if you take my advice and find it hard, don't worry you're not alone. It takes deep breathes and small steps to walk away from someone whom you truly love with all your heart.

The Bedside Blogger #13

Alright, I think it's time that I did a full blown out, uncensored, raw post. This will be explicit, semi pornographic, and not to be judged.


Men, when did you all become little bitches? I feel like dudes have either become little pussies or just too damn lazy. I want a guy to just come up to me at a bar, without hesitation and full of confidence to offer me a drink (roofie free) and have a good hookup line!! Maybe it is just me, I'm told I'm fairly attractive but guys rarely approach me anywhere. I can only assume that I am either unapproachable, or that men have lost their back bone in a terrible vagina growing incident!


As I thought about this rant I thought that I would give a few pointers to those guys who want to be more outgoing and possibly encourage a few lazy asses.


To start one thing you must always remember in any situation, whether you have it or not is to BE CONFIDENT! Even if she is surrounded by a large group of girls, you will seem to have about 78% more game if you can muster up the courage to walk into the lioness den for the soul purpose of getting that one particular girl. Either way, any girl is going to be flattered that you are going to approach her in a crowded place. How can you screw that up? Oh yeah, by being a douche... Don't be that guy either.
When I talk about confidence I want you to know there is a difference between confidence and being a cocky bastard. We don't care about your car or your stupid gun collection. Oh, and we really don't care about your ex girlfriend, so please do not, in anyway, include her in your game plan! We don't care about you view on the Chick-fa-la ordeal or even what your political views are. Believe it or not, when it comes to meeting someone for the first time all we want to hear is that you think that we are pretty and you want to sit and lightly chat with us for a little while.


Still nervous? Well, aren't you lucky you stumbled upon me! Here's how you get a girl to become interested in you. No tricks or gimmicks just easy to fallow instructions that will get you that phone number and possibly an over the jeans... moving on.


When you first notice an attractive girl across the bar or restaurant or where ever you have to remember to smile. We love a good smile. There is also an amount of time to glance and then take action. Three gaze holding moments and exchange of smiles is the magic signal. Single girls on the hunt will do the once over throughout the room to see if there are any attractive potentials worth their time. Which means you'll know with in two glances if she is interested in you or not. Holding the third gaze means you have the go ahead to swagger on over and start up a convo, which should always start with but not limited to the sentence "Hey, mind if I buy you a drink?"


After you have sat, bought her a beverage and learned her name you can start a sensible conversation that should be kept light, easy and open ended. A list of easily light topics include:


Where is she from?
What does she do for work?
How loud the music is in the area you are currently talking in.
How you couldn't keep your eyes off her and you noticed her noticing you.
If she likes/knows any sports (this is for your benefit later)
Music.
Movies.
And of course the all important question, is she single and how the hell she is, if she is indeed single.


Chicks usually ask a million questions so you shouldn't be too concerned about having to think of everything to say. This is when you have to have a brain and try to notice if she is interested in your interpersonal communication skills. Is she smiling? If yes, then continue. If no, and she seems stuck up and a little dumb, this is the bailout moment and you should take it. Thank her for having a drink with you and kindly get the fuck out of there.


Warning: Girls are crazy bitches sometimes. Any sign of crazy you should hightail it out of there ASAP!


One final note. Honesty is the best way to live life. If you end up not liking a chick, tell her. You don't have to be mean about it or go into vast detail. Just plain and simple, tell her that you're just not that into her and don't lead her on for weeks just because you're not sure or you have nothing better going on right at the moment. There are millions of people on the planet so why waste her or your time?

The Bedside Blogger #12

For Anthony Carey, stay safe and keep your head up, this too shall pass.


Rejection. Unrequited love. Desperation. Heart break. Loneliness. The sheer and utter sickness of being without the person you are fool-heartedly heels over head for. These are feelings that we have all possessed for someone at some point who ripped our hearts from our chests', shredded them with their bare hands then shoved it down our throats into a deep, dark pit in our stomachs. They are always the people we care about the most, no matter how hurt we are at the end of their brutal display of their disaffection. 


When it comes to emotions I wasn't dealt a full hand, a few guys I know can tell you that, but if it's one feeling I can always identify it would be pain. I have had my fair share and then some of emotional pain, obviously there are people out in the world with much larger problems and more heartbreaking situations than I have had, but since I don't know them I will continue. 


Being rejected by someone you feel deeply for is not only hard to take but hard to get over as well. We try to analyze it, make excuses for it, and then of course we get angry and try to walk away from it. Unfortunately 9 times out of 10 we are unsuccessful, walking away is the hardest part of losing someone. I don't have the magic answer to get over someone quickly but I do know a few ways to get yourself through it.


First, you need to realize that they rejected you for a reason, it's not sweet or comforting to think about and you may not really know the reason. The fact is, they don't want you. Bottom line. There is something about you that they do not want romantically. DO NOT become pitiful! DO NOT chase after them! DO NOT ask them to explain or "why" a hundred times. If they don't know then its just not what they want so you need to get over it. I know that's harsh and a touch of tough love but wouldn't you rather walk away with your head held high than crawling away on your knees, broken and bleeding?


Second, occupy your time. Sitting around waiting for them to come around, if they ever do, is going to drive you crazy and quite frankly is going to make you look even more pathetic. Find a new hobby, go out with friends, take some classes at a local community college, get a second job somewhere fun (and where you can get a discount on your favorite items) or even fitness. Fitness not only makes you look better but if makes you feel better, while you are running on the treadmill you are producing "feel good" chemicals that are pumping all through your body. Not only will occupying your time help you feel better but sometimes, spiteful immature people see you are happy without them and may start to think about why they left you in the first place. That is a huge "if" by the way, not "get them back" advice.


Lets stop for a second and talk about why people reject others. Commitment, intimacy and rejection fears of their own, they may be rejecting you without really knowing why. Or they like torturing people and just want to hurt someone to feel like they are in control. Although, sometimes its as simple as you are the one with the problems or they simply just don't have the same feelings you do. You can't blame them or hate them for their feelings, it's not like you haven't had these feelings about someone else at one point so you should understand. 


Now for your final piece of advice to get your mind off of you're new found independence. Invest in yourself and have confidence. Taking care of yourself emotionally and physically is the best way to invest, its not always about money. Going to a spa, getting a massage, buying a new outfit, joining a gym or fitness club will not only make you feel better but it'll give you confidence. I preach confidence fairly regularly because you should be confident. You are an amazing person and there will be someone out there to love and care for you. Having confidence and knowing your worth is so important when it comes to finding your true happiness. My favorite quote is "You have to love yourself, before someone else can love you", and it's so true. I've said this to a few people and its kind of harsh but if you are a pathetic, depressed mess why would anyone want to be pathetically depressed with you?


So, to wrap it all up with a pretty pink bow rejection is a natural part of dating and life. If life was perfect for everyone we wouldn't be humans. You can always learn something about life with every painful experience. Some times it makes you bitter, I've been there, but sometimes it can also teach you how to survive emotionally. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger. 


This subject came to me from someone who didn't really ask for my advice, but I find that my best advice is unsolicited.