skinny little screwed-up long haired beauties

I claim to never want a romantic relationship, then something that was supposed to be a singular event starts going on a bit and I develop what I think are real feelings. So I push and push and push until they’re left completely mystified by my outward resistance to commitment, and then comes the ultimatum. Naturally I choose to end things, then spend a lot of time afterwards rationalizing my actions to myself until the next excitement comes along so that I have the excuse to ignore it.
Sometimes I’m not the only asshole- it makes me feel better.