every day has a begining and ending
I mistook respect for lack of interest and moved on.
I mistook sex for affection and stuck around.
Hindsight is 20/20. I wish I could have both of those back.
The shitty part is that I tried this time. He seemed really great on paper. It was my great experiment in moving outside my type.
But he doesn't know shit about me. And we don't have shit in common. And even the brokest of the broke-ass total weirdos from before took me out to dinner, even if it was at the cheapest places around.
So I can't do it the right way or the wrong way. I guess I give up, again.