Another month, another heartache
See how easily they come and go, David? Like moths flitting around your heart.
I'm not sure what to say on this one. Not at all. It is significant to write a blog post about, no question. But it seems odd in the shadow of all the high drama of Jessica.
I guess, in short, I got strung along, big style. Perhaps it was my fault. And yes, yes, I can take the blame for initializing it as a casual thing. I probably came across as a dick. But I felt that it was obvious when this went further than that. Perhaps i let it slip through my fingers at a time when I really should have gone for it. That trip to the UK was about as ill-timed and ill-starred as it gets.
But here I am with the salient fact that she didn't want or need me. As always there are questions. Why did she remain so pally with me when she knew that I was falling for her? What's the logic in stringing me along for a month when I've already made it plain that I wanted more? The answers are locked somewhere inside of her utterly impenetrable persona.
But, for this game, the Xbox has been unplugged. I strongly doubt whether I shall be hearing from her again.
So, in the post-match analysis, I don't think I really did anything wrong. Or, rather, I don't think that I could have done anything differently. Either way, moving on from the self-doubt and recrimination, I know one thing for goddamn certain - she was a very poor match for you. She was barely on the acceptable looks radar. Couldn't spell. Had a very strange way of communicating, with half of her words in caps and the other half expletives. She was, I'm pretty certain, a closet Bible freak. And, more than anything, she was a cold-hearted bitch.
I doubt this will be one that you will be regretting in a few months time. She, on the other hand...
Ho hum. What a disastrous year for my romantic life. A post-apocalyptic wasteland. You've been looking for hope in some pretty strange places, casanova. You really have.
Pick up. Brush off. Back on horse.
I'm not sure what to say on this one. Not at all. It is significant to write a blog post about, no question. But it seems odd in the shadow of all the high drama of Jessica.
I guess, in short, I got strung along, big style. Perhaps it was my fault. And yes, yes, I can take the blame for initializing it as a casual thing. I probably came across as a dick. But I felt that it was obvious when this went further than that. Perhaps i let it slip through my fingers at a time when I really should have gone for it. That trip to the UK was about as ill-timed and ill-starred as it gets.
But here I am with the salient fact that she didn't want or need me. As always there are questions. Why did she remain so pally with me when she knew that I was falling for her? What's the logic in stringing me along for a month when I've already made it plain that I wanted more? The answers are locked somewhere inside of her utterly impenetrable persona.
But, for this game, the Xbox has been unplugged. I strongly doubt whether I shall be hearing from her again.
So, in the post-match analysis, I don't think I really did anything wrong. Or, rather, I don't think that I could have done anything differently. Either way, moving on from the self-doubt and recrimination, I know one thing for goddamn certain - she was a very poor match for you. She was barely on the acceptable looks radar. Couldn't spell. Had a very strange way of communicating, with half of her words in caps and the other half expletives. She was, I'm pretty certain, a closet Bible freak. And, more than anything, she was a cold-hearted bitch.
I doubt this will be one that you will be regretting in a few months time. She, on the other hand...
Ho hum. What a disastrous year for my romantic life. A post-apocalyptic wasteland. You've been looking for hope in some pretty strange places, casanova. You really have.
Pick up. Brush off. Back on horse.