My heart hurts.
Falling for people and then having it implode for reasons you can’t pinpoint is entirely frustrating and more or less just really sad. All the phrases about other fish can be said, but I don’t want them — I just wanted the one. That’s all. A simple wish, but it’s a wish, not a given and definitely not something that we are all able to have in life. Who knows, maybe I will be bound to being single. (bleh)
It’s that nebulous stage when you’re spending so much time together that other prospects start to fade away, deeper feelings start to develop, and you probably keep a toothbrush at his place.
Reading this article just made me feel like Reese Witherspoon at the end of Pleasantville.
I think the whole point of being with someone is so you can talk to them and let go of everything, and even when you’re at your worst, they still like you, they still want to speak to you and care about you.”
Forgot to mention this gem:
Went out last night, sat down at a table across from the female friend I was with, server comes over asks the following:
Server: “Hey! Is this a late Valentine’s Day celebration for you two?!”
Us: ” . . . . . ” (exchange glassy-eyed, head slightly tilted blank stares)
Us: *look at server* “Oh, no, we’re just… getting away from work.”
(1) My Dad once asked me if I was a lesbian because I expressed extreme annoyance for children;
(2) My Brother recently asked me if I was a lesbian because I never have mentioned my love life to him.
… and I still repeat: I like men. (but apparently I give off the alternative vibe)
Regardless, my friend and I were baffled, but it was a good laugh considering all else.
BONUS: it’s now socially acceptable (at least in our specific region) to assume that a same sex pair of individuals who are sitting together are in a relationship. Thumbs up.
P.S. Best line of the night: “My god, you dated Rain Man.”
The terrible reception in this area has created a relationship with my iPhone which is very much like a broken marriage.
It doesn’t want to interact with me until I finally give up and go to bed. At seven, if I try to ask if any mail came for me or how its day’s been? No response. Refuses to load…