Head no clearer.
Oh, bah!
I’m so wretchedly confused. Things were supposed to get *resolved* by last week’s outing, not complicated by it. But of course, the gods have nothing better to do than mess with my life and head. I swear, I must give them some special amusement -- I can think of no other good reason for the special torment I receive.
There are certain constants in the world, things that never change and most likely never will. The earth is round, for example. I am a Democrat and a Witch. My Volkswagen is broken and orange. The war in Iraq was/is unjustified and unjust. I love Josh very much and always will.
Then why has my piqued curiosity turned into full-blown intrigue??
I met a man some months back who interested me only so far as a one-night stand is concerned. Never, ever did I think we would actually have anything in common or mutual interests or anything like that. It was a purely physical, “Hey, I’m bored - want to hook up?” kind of interest. And then I made the mistake of talking to him. Major, major mistake, I see now. He’s all kinds of interesting. This bothers me greatly. I have never met a man who I couldn’t figure out and nail to the wall with great accuracy within the first five minutes of knowing him. Until now. That bothers me even more. ACK! It’s not that I’m interested in a relationship. He and I have both established that neither of us wants one with anybody, so it’s nothing personal. But at the same time, the man is just gods-damned intriguing because he’s completely different from just about all the men I’ve ever known AND he manages to shroud himself in just as much mystery as I’ve been told I do myself. I don’t like it! And just to make matters worse, he looks at me funny. Men have looked at me in all manner of ways and I can always tell you what thoughts are motivating the variety of looks I get. Not this time. It’s making me very nervous. Have I lost my ability to see through men? Have I found a man whose motivations are so well-hidden that even my well-honed skills cannot ferret them out? Whaaat the fuck...
I’m so wretchedly confused. Things were supposed to get *resolved* by last week’s outing, not complicated by it. But of course, the gods have nothing better to do than mess with my life and head. I swear, I must give them some special amusement -- I can think of no other good reason for the special torment I receive.
There are certain constants in the world, things that never change and most likely never will. The earth is round, for example. I am a Democrat and a Witch. My Volkswagen is broken and orange. The war in Iraq was/is unjustified and unjust. I love Josh very much and always will.
Then why has my piqued curiosity turned into full-blown intrigue??
I met a man some months back who interested me only so far as a one-night stand is concerned. Never, ever did I think we would actually have anything in common or mutual interests or anything like that. It was a purely physical, “Hey, I’m bored - want to hook up?” kind of interest. And then I made the mistake of talking to him. Major, major mistake, I see now. He’s all kinds of interesting. This bothers me greatly. I have never met a man who I couldn’t figure out and nail to the wall with great accuracy within the first five minutes of knowing him. Until now. That bothers me even more. ACK! It’s not that I’m interested in a relationship. He and I have both established that neither of us wants one with anybody, so it’s nothing personal. But at the same time, the man is just gods-damned intriguing because he’s completely different from just about all the men I’ve ever known AND he manages to shroud himself in just as much mystery as I’ve been told I do myself. I don’t like it! And just to make matters worse, he looks at me funny. Men have looked at me in all manner of ways and I can always tell you what thoughts are motivating the variety of looks I get. Not this time. It’s making me very nervous. Have I lost my ability to see through men? Have I found a man whose motivations are so well-hidden that even my well-honed skills cannot ferret them out? Whaaat the fuck...