I’m a nice guy. Ewww. That’s a sour phrase today. I’m a nice guy. = I’m too insecure or deceitful to admit I just wanna bang. As if being nice, or you know, a decent human being, ever got some one laid. I never realized that’s what I was doing…

I’m writing this for a lot of reasons, but mostly to get this mass of thought out of my head — to basically move on. Make no mistake, I am not writing this to portray my ex as a horrible person. She is not. She is one of the most…