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Jan 25, 2006 19:53

Really, I find it charming, and I am very flattered that he chose to like me. Frankly, I like knowing that guys (despite how weird they are) find me attractive. However, I just don't want a guy. He's really got it all going for him too. He's very nice, considerate, and cavalier as guys go these days. He can cook, he's relatively clean, he's got a spotless history and a good family life. Heck, he's even got money. Maybe I'm foolish in letting this pass me by, but as I stand right now, I don't want to be with a guy. He needs to really lighten up about this all too. He knows that I don't want anything, I've made it more than obvious to anyone who knows me, so why can't we just be normal? There are minimum 2 girls that already like him, that are probably better picks than myself in the long run...so I just want a good friend in him. Isn't that a more ideal, less drama-causing situation?

In other news, I can't stand people making comments about my weight/body. You can make cracks on my intelligence, my height, my quirks, the length of my legs/arms, my hair, my ineptitude with the phone, the way I walk, the way I dance, how I can't sing, my taste in clothing, my odd choice of foods, the fact that I enforce my own bedtime, the TV shows I watch, the music I listen to, my movie ignorance, my momma, my history, the way I always change my mind...ANYTHING except my weight. Don't mention anything about how much I eat, how much I don't eat; when and how much I work out, how much I don't work out; my muscle mass, my lack of muscle; how an object moves when I sit/stand on it; what it'd be like if you picked me up of if I sat on your lap, how much space I take up in a crammed car, etc. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT. IT BOTHERS ME. I am obsessively insecure about my weight and WHATEVER you say regarding anything even vaguely related to something I mentioned above pisses me off. Even when I know that the person who says that doesn't mean what they're saying, it just makes me insecure...sorry...i reverted to a whiney 13 year old, but that's the way I feel.

The end.
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