Rejection is a bitch, ain’t it?
ESPECIALLY from someone like this:
or even this:
You see the Wolf of your dreams and you must have him.
Why wouldn’t he want you? – you ask.
You are cute, have a great personality, and a smile that can light up the room.
Shit, fuck that, YOU ARE SEXY.
You are perfect.
So you think you have what it takes and go after your Wolf.
Only to get CURVED.
You play it off like you are good and that asshole didn’t know what he is missing.
Uh huh. Yeah. Shit.
You think it is over, but it isn’t.
There is a lot more to come after that rejection.
How do you really react when you are rejected?
So you know how hard it is already in this lifestyle to meet a Wolf of your dreams.
You look at the Vixens and it is pretty much easy pickings for them.
We tend to look at the Video Vixens and assume that is what ALL of them look like.
But realistically and at the end of the day, it is easier for them to catch a piece of penis.
So after the rejection, you think he is the only Wolf you could date.
He was “YOUR” type.
Everything about him was perfect.
So you go through the typical thoughts…
“What did I do wrong?
“Why didn’t he like me?”
“Am I ugly?”
… and then that brings you down.
You start to look at his pictures and feel hatred for him.
Few days later, you start to feel turned on by him.
Rejection can make you horny, I have learned.
So it is endless cycle until you meet another Wolf and make him your “obsession”.
Why do we do this?
Why don’t we just get rejected and say it is his loss?
Why do we mentally put ourselves so much drama?
For the last two days, this was my “lay back and lay low” weekend.
I did a lot of thinking, but I came to the conclusion I will NOT be everyone’s type.
Even though I have good success in people liking me wherever I go,
I am STILL not going to appeal to everyone’s tastes.
And that is OKAY.
There is a Wolf, somewhere, looking for me.
Shit, I believe there are WOLVES out there looking for me.
It got me wondering about rejecting the idea that you are not worth it.
Why do we never go after the Wolf?
Why do we take it out on out poor self-worth?
It seems after years of being rejected has caused most of us to be jaded.
We expect the worst and never accept the best.
So I had to ask…