Jumping Jellybean

This goes out to my HOTTIES who have dated a short king.

Let me start by saying I am not tall by any means. I am only 5’2 ft, as others have said I’m only 62 inches. Which made my dating pool larger. Since my only requirement had been to be taller than, and LITERALLY everyone is taller than me.

Although my typical boyfriend had been about 6ft not all of them were. So, I’ve given that short king a chance in fact more than just one. My thought process was great things come in small packages (like me of course). However, they have come out to be nothing, but the same shitty men plus vertically challenged.

I am always here for discretion, so this awful Napolean syndrome of man I will talk about we should refer to him as the Jumping Jellybean. This man seemed great on paper, or shall I say at first, he did. I give him credit for acting humble for along as he did. Well accomplished at his job, caring, into investing, works out, and really cares about his family.

I couldn’t help but think what was I thinking? This man was in his 30’s and if he really was the whole package, why wasn’t he already taken? Foolish young me gave in to those first impressions and I really just felt pressure because this man was my supervisor.

I should have realized that I really just felt pressured because he was my supervisor. I was nothing but a spineless young girl too scared to tell her day-to-day boss no. It really would be easy for me to just blame it on that. But another big reason I couldn’t say no was because I was in the worst mentally state ever. I had just gotten an award at work and instead of the men at work congratulating me they called me a WHORE. The once friends I had now started hating me; I was holding on for dear life as a woman that had little respect to start with.

To all my readers that think I’m smart for my age and that I have it all together. Well just know at this point of my life I didn’t. My lapse in judgement made my confidence be flushed down the toilet. Which made me overthink my value in the workplace; and if you know anything about me my professional life is everything to me. The career hungry, motivated, confident, and happy woman had faded away.

I couldn’t help but overthink my value, my career choice, and most of all this shit show with my boss. Was it my fault for being vain and so into my looks? Did leaving everything I know to pursue my dream career WRONG? Was it my fault that I got black out drunk? Did he know how drunk I was?

This jumping jellybean might have been my biggest lapse of judgement/ mistake. It was the first time in a long time I had doubt in me. This was true learning experience that shall never be repeated again. Best advice I can give is this can happen to anyone, but the most important thing is how you come out of this.

Till next time HOTTIES (mwah)