Mar 31, 2005 13:14
So after that night that me and danniel met for a beer @ aleworks and stayed up till four AM talking - something in my gut was telling me that it wasn't right. I have determined now that those 'migranes' I believe were actually severe allergy attacks - that felt like hell becuase my sinuses were everything but exploding in my head.
I dont know why they started an hour before we hung out - but so the cards went. Every time we've talked after that he's been boring, short, and the whole nine yards. What I don't get is why he ever went forward if all he wanted to do was pull back. I would not entertain a "i wasn't interested" or "there's nothing there" becuase neither of us shall ever know that. I hate these men who have no idea what they feel - but all they really do know is their own fear and insecurity.
As a result of Scott to Shane to Bryan to Kelso to Danniel - I think not only have I found an entire spectrum of feelings and types of guys - I have also found out just a tad about myself.
What i look for is someone who seems unlikely in what I beleive as a "potential" - then when they show interest - I always act suprised. "I cant believe they like me" - then give me between one to three weeks. I no longer like them at all.
why?
I dont know.
The longest relationships have been Molly and Theresa?
Both were broken off for me to persue being homosexual.
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I can always feel the type of guy that I want to date, the things I'd like him to do and say - the things that I feel are most important. I never seem to date those guys - each time I feel like I'm close - they always happen to be straight.
Always. Bisexual is always of course in the picture - since they are showing interest. But it's always this fucked up path of idiosyncricies and empty hopes and asperations.
So, I should just be single. Stop doing anything to put myself out there - and just live. I guess those who are right for me will come to me - and It seems like even when I say this, two weeks later I'm in something new. That then ends again.
It's getting so old and cliche that I want to vomit on my relationship history and put it in the big blue recyling bin.
I'm in the oddest of moods today.