Dammit. DAMMIT!
I finally meet a guy who's sweet and smart and funny and creative and passionate as hell and totally has a spine and a mind of his own and he's totally good at leading his own life and being his own person and looking after himself, but he's also happy to have a partner there to encounter life with. And it didn't hurt that he was fairly cute too.
Although the beard thing startled me. I hasn't had good experiences dating guys with beards and I'm little surprised to be that attracted to one.
Anyway, so he turns out to be single and find me attractive and funny and creative and we have an absolute shitload of things in common and there's a lot of flirting and joking and things are totally sparking and, holy shit, he actually thinks I'm beautiful, ME! And he's NOT creepy or attached and still offering me a pity-fuck (GAH!) or clingy or really, really drunk or...just all the shit that seems to plague my current track-record.
And then, of course, I woke up to find that, once again, I'd conked out on my couch in the middle of The Colbert Report.
I keep dreaming about that guy. I wish he really existed.
Although the beard thing startled me. I hasn't had good experiences dating guys with beards and I'm little surprised to be that attracted to one.
Anyway, so he turns out to be single and find me attractive and funny and creative and we have an absolute shitload of things in common and there's a lot of flirting and joking and things are totally sparking and, holy shit, he actually thinks I'm beautiful, ME! And he's NOT creepy or attached and still offering me a pity-fuck (GAH!) or clingy or really, really drunk or...just all the shit that seems to plague my current track-record.
And then, of course, I woke up to find that, once again, I'd conked out on my couch in the middle of The Colbert Report.
I keep dreaming about that guy. I wish he really existed.