"I'm Either So Sick In the Head I Need to Be Bled Dry to Quit,..." etc.
So, I totally fell for this amazing girl a little while back; she was from the opera and that is, as may be obvious by this point the sentence, how/where we met. On the first day of rehearsals I noticed this amazing creature but, being myself (which means a little insecure ["she's too good for me etc.] and I'm not promiscuous whatsoever.) I didn't act on the fact that there was a BEAUTIFUL girl in front of me. Long story short, she liked me as well and we got to spend a little bit of time together before she went back home to Ann Arbo after the opera. And this is the shitty part, here: I think she likes me still, but only sort of. There's another guy whom she likes much more, I do believe. I swear, no girl remains interested in me for more than two weeks; Noone likes being on the back-burner in matters of love, and it sucks especially because she's in my broiler. But, I have nothing to do and I don't love anybody else; maybe some day in the future she'll feel the same. Here's to crossed fingers and (as close it gets short of God)infinite patience!