everyone has been rejected once,
maybe even three times.
life comes with many forms of rejection.
that job we want that they give someone less qualified.
the love we want from our parents only to be given to the “bad” sibling.
and then there is the rejection that comes with dating.
that ones seems like the worse one of them all.
many online communities dedicated to low self worth over being turned down.
its usually not just anyone.
its that “guy”.
the one that was “perfect”.
rejection does sting and you can’t deny it doesn’t.
so i had to wonder…
Why is rejection worse when its someone we actually like?
i have been rejected by wolves i really liked.
i don’t always get the wolf.
the ones that were my type x 150.
the turn up for them was real on my end.
just because you are cute,
or even sexy,
doesn’t mean someone will want to put handcuffs on your wrist.
your ass could be fat and your skin could be light…
that means shit to someone who isn’t attracted to you.
i told this story before,
but i met this wolf on a chat site a couple years ago.
i think it was a4a.
well we were talking on there for a while before we even exchanged pictures.
when he unlocked after much mystery…
he was exactly my type.
but thats not even the best part.
he had a job that allowed him to have his own crib and car.
yes i’ll marry you!”
so when i unlocked,
he claimed he also liked how i looked and wanted to meet me immediately.
well that night,
he came over to my spot in his white tinted out bmw.
with the rims!
automatic soaking wet drawz coming right up.
i went downstairs in a fly outfit and when i opened the door,
he was everything and more.
he was masculine and his voice was deep.
he was the type that made me insecure.
i played it real smooth and let my body language say:
after we talked and laughed in his car for a while,
he gave each other dap and he drove off.
he said he would call me as soon as he got home.
yeah didn’t happen.
well who knew that i would never hear from him again?
i texted him the next day to see if he died on the way home.
when i went back on the site,
i saw he was online and read a message i sent.
i sent him a message that said:
“if you wasn’t feelin me,
you could have said so…”
read it and replied nothing.
i won’t even lie but it hurt me hardcore.
met a wolf i was actually feeling,
a wolf that was masculine and fine as hell FROM ONLINE,
thought he was feeling me type heavy,
and he didn’t even have the decency to say that i wasn’t his type.
i immediately started beating myself up and questioning my looks.
i ended up erasing my profile and let insecurity eat at me for a few months.
it can be one of the worst feelings in the world.
that and hitting your funny bone.
like how insane is that pain?
why do we let one person steal our joy?
make us determine our worth?
you will not be everyone’s cup of tea.
some people will not want to wake up to your folgers.
i’m sure some of the wolves i post on here won’t want me.
shit i might not want them when i actually get to know them.
its a hard pill to swallow but if it helps its usually them and not you.
you aren’t for everyone and you gotta find the people who do.
even beyonce and rihanna,
two of the most wanted vixens today,
probably got rejected before they got famous.
all the rappers and baller wolves were and you see they are all hoes now.
hoes with complexion entitlement issues.
personally i think its worst when you fuck someone,
they get you open with promises of a future together,
and then they drop you with no explanation after they get your drawz.
thats just mean!
so i had to ask…