I know many of you will just think OP is a faggot, and OP is always a faggot, so that's fair, but I wanted to talk about something and I don't have any friends to talk with near me, so y'all are as close as I can get.

I was friends with a chick since we were 14, and she was my first high school crush, but we were always just friends. (Classic OP is a faggot story, I know.) We went our separate ways for a few years, I traveled some, she had a baby with a shitty guy (she agrees that he's shitty), and when we met again we were immediately both WAY into each other. The only problem is that we live too far apart. We did a long-distance thing for a few months, and I visited her several times but never got to do more than make out and finger her just due to circumstances.

Well, we were in love with each other, and I'm still in love with her after 9 months since we split up. She's likely still in love with me, but she keeps seeing other guys, and it's fucking terrible. When I met her she said she was done with romance but then dated me, then when we broke up she said she was done with romance but had some new asshole a month later, and when he broke up with her she said she was done with romance yet again. We started to talk more after this (November), and I started talking about the possibility of moving to where she is after college. She said she might come visit me over the winter break but decided not to, and didn't seem to have enough time to spend a weekend with me or something if I were to visit her. Finally, I decided I'd drive to her just to spend one fucking evening with her because I miss her so badly, and she said okay but that we probably shouldn't do anything physical.

Now get this bullshit: Four days before I was supposed to drive like 7-8 hours one-way to visit her for ONE FUCKING EVENING, I wake up to a text saying that she has been "casually dating" some new asshole yet again, but that they only had gone on "a few dates and hung out with people together." She then said that he was going to be hanging out THAT FUCKING NIGHT and that she just wanted to "let me know." Obviously I tell her I'm not fucking going.

I haven't talked to her since then, and I feel such a mix of my love for her, resentment toward her for being an inconsiderate bitch that one time and for continuing to give me hope after every breakup, and a desire to kill her new asshole and basically everyone else I see and myself.

That's about all there is to say.

All women crave attention and affection from men. Each woman has their own type of man that they like.

Just keep talking to different women until you are a match for her, and she is a match for you.

There is nothing to think about. It comes down to simply being each other's type.

once you start