Lately, I have been rather lonely. Not lonely in the seventh grade school girl attention seeking crybaby whore sense, or the friendship quenching sense. The full on “I’m seein’ all the signs from above. I’m gonna be the one that he loves” relationship kind.
I don’t DO relationships. It’s not me. I’m extremely picky when it comes to guys. I feel insulted when an ugly guy tries to hit on me. Like, he thinks that we’re on the same level?! That BITCH. I just don’t like gay guys. They don’t push my buttons. I want a guy, who is a guy. Someone who doesn’t define themselves as I’m Marvin, A HOMOSEXUUUUAAAAALLLLLLLLLLL!!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So yeah. I’m a picky one. Well, I had a boyfriend at one point who fits this bill. He was sweet, and attractive, and best of all, incredibly intelligent. The big flaw was the distance. I knew better than to fool myself into thinking we could make it work. So, one day I cut all ties. Just like that.
. . . . . . I’m thinking about talking to him again. . . . . .
Please talk me down from this ledge.
RunningInCircles
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