ALEXThe concept of moving on has never existed to me, it’s only been hearsay and never a thing I thought I’d experience.But over the past two weeks, I’ve been in literal hell trying to move on from Scarlett.I’ve been to all the strip clubs in the city just to give hooking up a shot, each night I’ve left with at least four willing she-wolves on my arm but the moment we get to my car, I start to feel a gnawing pain and irritation that makes me snap and send them away.Every damn night, I’ve left alone and returned home to a cold bed, wondering if my hormones were buried the same day Scarlett swore me off.When actively searching out women in clubs didn’t work, I resorted to opening a profile on tinder and bumble, however I made it clear that I wasn’t interested in anything other than a one night stand.Almost every minute, my phone was flooded with requests from countless women, but I never accepted any because they weren’t who I wanted. The one time I accept a request, it was becaus
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