Luv Bites

luv lost. luv not quite found. luv is a pain in the ass.

i'm trying really hard to move on from past woes, and to my credit, i am moving. i'm just not moving in any particular direction.

the abundant opportunities as of late, while flattering and initially promising, have done nothing but increase my skepticism and waste my time. here are a few of the big winners that have recently crossed my path.

• bachelor #1: the hornball. he needs to find companionship in the worst way, and unfortunately a set of DD batteries won't cut it. how about trying Rosy Palm and her 5 sisters???


• bachelor #2: the traitor. close friend who starts acting weird cuz he now thinks it's ok to cross the line. IT'S NOT, YOU IDIOT.


• bachelor #3: the dumbass. he needs to stop calling/txting the same questions every other day. what doing thurs? when we going out? isn't wilco awesome? ever since you mentioned you live by the red dragon, i really want to go there w/you.
  i'd just like to confirm that will NEVER happen.


• bachelor #4: the traveler. he's leaving town in ___ # of days so we should DEFINITELY hang out. i think not.

i've always had a tendency to sabotage things before they can start, but now do you understand why? you say i'm noncommittal. i say i'm justified.

*sigh*

believe me -- i have every intention to enjoy the moronic nature of courtship as it comes my way, and am slightly bemused by this sitcom happening in real life. but when it comes down to it, i'm not looking for a relationship; i'm just looking for some peace of mind. some sort of reassurance that i'm not going to get used again by someone else.

til then tho, i'll just slowly become the insecure annoying girl w/the never-ending cynical outlook. at least for the rest of 2007.