time to clear my mind
dear g----n,
i hate you and i like you at the same time. you think you're god's gift to women, but anyone who refers to himself as "Dr. Orgasm" has big issues. the best don't have to talk about it. you're so full of competition, i could empty you and fill a swimming pool with it.
don't you realize that the best, most fulfilling competition, is that which you take up with yourself? and as i say this, i realize that to you, everything is a game. no, everything is more like a race. and you're always wanting to see who wins, wanting it to be yourself. and if you can't see the winner as being yourself, you'll try to talk your way there.
i like you for all of your passion, your teasing, your persistence, your flattery, and that you never let things go, and that you're not afraid to get in my face. i like you because you're cute, even though you hold onto a 90s haircut. i like you becuase you think that, for some reason, i'm worth talking to. but you know what i don't like? i don't like that you feel that just because you have decided to take an interest in me, that i should drop whatever i'm doing and allow you into my heart, that i should kiss you, and delight in what you perceive as your "freshness." i am bothered that you would feel as though you have the power to enact your will upon any and everyone.
moreover, i am surprised at myself. that i could allow my horniness to block my perception of all of these things is sort of pathetic. okay, it is. to think that i would even consider dating you is a testimony to my momentary weakness, and my as yet unfulfilled desire to be kissed, held, caressed, and made to feel more special than anything else in this world.
someone somewhere once said that "truth is more important than the affectation of love," and so i find it imperative to be honest to a fault--to the person that matters most, myself. i thought about what was it about my relationship with bathie that was different from my relationship with you. with bathie, i get an overwhelming sense of peace, and balance. i'm his sweetheart, but i'm your conquest.
i don't want to be a conquest. i don't want to be constantly in conflict with you. i have fun for a while, but i can only enjoy our bantering and bickering for so long. and after that point, it becomes annoying and childish and silly and pointless. it becomes stupid. i want to be in a relationship where my abilities are complimented, and my faults cushioned. at this time, you cannot offer me that. in fact, i have no reason to believe, based on past events, that you have anything to offer me. yes, and now i understand this, what your passion truly is. Your goal is to PROVE YOURSELF. and this is my response: you don't have to prove yourself to anybody but you, your professor, and your future employer. even god is not concerned with you proving yourself, s/he already knows who you are, that which you will learn soon enough.
i respect you enough, and like you enough, to not say these harsh words to you in person. but expect that i will be truthfully honest, because i think you deserve to know. to this end, i hope that you will meditate upon what i do say to you, and accept it as my gift to you.
~jamie
i hate you and i like you at the same time. you think you're god's gift to women, but anyone who refers to himself as "Dr. Orgasm" has big issues. the best don't have to talk about it. you're so full of competition, i could empty you and fill a swimming pool with it.
don't you realize that the best, most fulfilling competition, is that which you take up with yourself? and as i say this, i realize that to you, everything is a game. no, everything is more like a race. and you're always wanting to see who wins, wanting it to be yourself. and if you can't see the winner as being yourself, you'll try to talk your way there.
i like you for all of your passion, your teasing, your persistence, your flattery, and that you never let things go, and that you're not afraid to get in my face. i like you because you're cute, even though you hold onto a 90s haircut. i like you becuase you think that, for some reason, i'm worth talking to. but you know what i don't like? i don't like that you feel that just because you have decided to take an interest in me, that i should drop whatever i'm doing and allow you into my heart, that i should kiss you, and delight in what you perceive as your "freshness." i am bothered that you would feel as though you have the power to enact your will upon any and everyone.
moreover, i am surprised at myself. that i could allow my horniness to block my perception of all of these things is sort of pathetic. okay, it is. to think that i would even consider dating you is a testimony to my momentary weakness, and my as yet unfulfilled desire to be kissed, held, caressed, and made to feel more special than anything else in this world.
someone somewhere once said that "truth is more important than the affectation of love," and so i find it imperative to be honest to a fault--to the person that matters most, myself. i thought about what was it about my relationship with bathie that was different from my relationship with you. with bathie, i get an overwhelming sense of peace, and balance. i'm his sweetheart, but i'm your conquest.
i don't want to be a conquest. i don't want to be constantly in conflict with you. i have fun for a while, but i can only enjoy our bantering and bickering for so long. and after that point, it becomes annoying and childish and silly and pointless. it becomes stupid. i want to be in a relationship where my abilities are complimented, and my faults cushioned. at this time, you cannot offer me that. in fact, i have no reason to believe, based on past events, that you have anything to offer me. yes, and now i understand this, what your passion truly is. Your goal is to PROVE YOURSELF. and this is my response: you don't have to prove yourself to anybody but you, your professor, and your future employer. even god is not concerned with you proving yourself, s/he already knows who you are, that which you will learn soon enough.
i respect you enough, and like you enough, to not say these harsh words to you in person. but expect that i will be truthfully honest, because i think you deserve to know. to this end, i hope that you will meditate upon what i do say to you, and accept it as my gift to you.
~jamie