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Aug 04, 2005 01:16

he's perfect:
~runner body
~very sweet
~does the gentleman bullshit
~total hottie
~fab smile
~smart
~articulate

however in the two dates we've had i've found myself sharing every sleazy story i can think of about myself in the hopes of digging out some sort of emotion that at least resemles disgust or anger. no dice. all he seems to be able to do is smile, laugh and agree that you only live once and good for me. thank you but i don't need a cheerleader. i need a human being. i also don't need to be internally conflicted about the fact that anne and bob love him and i am dangerously close to filing him into the great depths of tool-ville.

i want sparkles. i want passion. i want screaming and yelling and highly dramatic fights. i want the uncertainty that comes with being in a committed relationship with myself. i guess i really just can't do it anymore, it's not a bullshit phrase i spout just to make myself feel better about the fact i don't have the vadiation of another person loving me. i really have no desire to be in a relationship. i have the opportuity right in my hand right now and i'm throwing it away. i don't have any good reason to either. i just am (you guys would fucking kill me too if you saw him).

in response to that overplayed 90's song: yes, i do think i'm better off alone. and thank you veyr much for asking.
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