Agreeing to be exclusive with someone, while thinking in the back of your mind that you’ll just break up if things don’t work out, is not commitment.
Via this great post from And That’s Why You’re Single
Agreeing to be exclusive with someone, while thinking in the back of your mind that you’ll just break up if things don’t work out, is not commitment.
When a relationship starts with, “This isn’t going to be a thing, right?” and then progresses to, “I just don’t see myself being with one person forever,” as ours did, it doesn’t really matter how long you are together. You never really feel stable. There were wonderful, dizzy times when we were perfectly coordinated, and there were others where I felt adrift on my own like a synchronized swimmer who never learned the routine.
When it comes to men and ice cream, I will sample pretty much any flavor. My feeling is, you don’t know what you like until you try it, and mint mocha chip might not look that great, but maybe it gives amazing head.
(Source: insomniaticthoughts, via wanna-cyber)
I’ve always felt it’s ridiculous to say, of any of the females in my life: You’re my friend, you’re my wife, you’re my girlfriend, you’re my co-worker. This is your box, and you’re not allowed to stray outside of it. I gave that (monogamy) up a long time ago. Those rules don’t apply anymore.