On a personal note - Omar, you fall into the Bloke Who is Amazing But Lives Across the Pond category. But I may in fact be moving to London/Manchester area in about 6 months when I graduate, so who knows.
So. I was supposed to hang out with an ex tonight, the I'm Way too Nice for My Own Good, but in leiu of that I spent the night handing out candy to Michael Myers and skanky Snow White trick-or-treaters. I turned my phone off and discovered the pissed off voicemail I expected from the ex, but I tried to reason with myself that he should've expected it. Does that make me cold-hearted (Insert intro to that Jet song here)?
In other ex-related news, texting the Redneck was rather uneventful. Since things have ended and a few months later we've tried to forge the "let's be friends" routine, I've found myself wanting to crush him emotionally now more than ever. Asking him what exactly broke us up was anticlamatic, as was the 'do you think we'll ever get back together' text to which he responded "maybe". I don't want a "maybe". I want an "I hope so". I want something to prove to me that he is as hurt as I am from it all.
But then again he is fucking a seacow. I think that's payback enough.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
I know what boys like. Or at the least the shitty ones.
And we're back.
After some misguided judgements and occassional near rapage, I've survived. Only to have more WTFness at WBCN's Big Creepy Night party in Boston this past Friday. I have summed up that all guys are either sketchy, insane, or have no idea how to proceed in certain situations. None are normal. Or the ones who seem normal are the ones who you later on discover a bomb about (Hello?! A wife and two kids?! I think you miiiiight want to mention that before you hang all over me). While I think my love life would be so much easier if I was into chicks, since I don't see that happening, I'm screwed.
That's where this blog comes in. From now on a blog will be made any time I meet a guy who falls into the following categories:
1. The Yeah, I'm "Single" Guy
2. The I Swear I Don't Get Service in (insert location here) So That's Why I Didn't Call Guy
3. The No, I Don't Like You But I'm Still Going to Rip Your Pants Off and Try to Have Sex With You Guy
4. The Walking STD Guy
5. The I Just Don't Know What I Want Except For The Fact That It Involves You Naked Guy
I'm sure that there's bound to be more breeds that crop up along the way since God knows I seem to be attracting all them. Stay tuned.
After some misguided judgements and occassional near rapage, I've survived. Only to have more WTFness at WBCN's Big Creepy Night party in Boston this past Friday. I have summed up that all guys are either sketchy, insane, or have no idea how to proceed in certain situations. None are normal. Or the ones who seem normal are the ones who you later on discover a bomb about (Hello?! A wife and two kids?! I think you miiiiight want to mention that before you hang all over me). While I think my love life would be so much easier if I was into chicks, since I don't see that happening, I'm screwed.
That's where this blog comes in. From now on a blog will be made any time I meet a guy who falls into the following categories:
1. The Yeah, I'm "Single" Guy
2. The I Swear I Don't Get Service in (insert location here) So That's Why I Didn't Call Guy
3. The No, I Don't Like You But I'm Still Going to Rip Your Pants Off and Try to Have Sex With You Guy
4. The Walking STD Guy
5. The I Just Don't Know What I Want Except For The Fact That It Involves You Naked Guy
I'm sure that there's bound to be more breeds that crop up along the way since God knows I seem to be attracting all them. Stay tuned.
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