anonymous (12:23:07 PM) : i dont get it
pour some tea yo (12:23:15 PM) : Don't get what?
anonymous (12:23:24 PM) : the age thing
pour some tea yo (12:24:00 PM) : I don't either, I really did not see it as an issue, but all he really saw in me was my age and what I don't have. Which got really annoying.
pour some tea yo (12:25:56 PM) : I mean, I guess he forgot that I burned a lot of bridges to remain "with him" or that when he was royally and I couldn't help, I cried my little pudgy face off. Ya know, that shit doesn't matter. The 11 years and not knowing his favorite childhood cereal, that DOES matter, though.
pour some tea yo (12:26:13 PM) : *royally fucked
anonymous (12:26:42 PM) : that shit doesnt matter really.
anonymous (12:26:49 PM) : experience=experience=experience
anonymous (12:27:03 PM) : why would you want someone who went through EVERYTHING you did
pour some tea yo (12:28:24 PM) : I couldn't tell ya. That's apparently what he wants, though. So, I really hope he finds that chick that's been through all he has, along with good looks. you know, that always mysterious dream girl. m
anonymous (12:29:07 PM) : they exist.
pour some tea yo (12:29:41 PM) : I don't doubt it, it can just take years to find 'em.
So, I've been trying to be into other people. Which I've successfully accomplished, but I seem to pick people who are either incapable of being into me, or are involved with other people. I really know how to pick them. But I have created a "type" for myself, when it comes to men. The geek (think WoW and comics.) who's a little chubs and has those cutie patootie glasses. Think Ben Gibbard with his face buried in a Green Lantern comic. It's not that I don't find skinny men attractive or anything, it's just that I more prefer a nerd who knows a good sammich. Oh, and a chubs nerd with glasses who smokes like I do is even hotter. As far as type when it comes to women, think Kitty Walls and Dita Von Teese. Ooh la la. A girl who can apply her lipstick better than I? That's as sexy as it gets. Anyways, back to men seeing as that's what I've been interested in lately. Back to who I suppose you could dub my "ex", though I'd use that term as loosely as I can. Interaction has been very...elementary school. I suppose poking fun at each other is the easiest way to remain friends without getting emotion tossed in the mix. If you'd like to know how our relationship is at the moment, you can look to Marten and Faye of the webcomic Questionable Content. The tension of their relationship, mostly on Faye's side nearly mirrors how things are between he and I. or you could look to Eliot and JD in the first, oh, three seasons of Scrubs. It's like that without the hooking up every once in a while. I'd be JD, for the most part. Ironically, I seem to have the relationship history of JD as well...but anyways. So, things are good I guess you could say. I'm trying to keep my mind off of the things going on at home, as that stress on top of everything else might cause my poor, frail mind to shatter. On another "ex" note, I still wake up early to get ready and be cute for the show, even though it's not like well applied eye liner will win him back and make up for the age. Whatever, I need to realize that I cannot be all he's looking for, stop holding myself up to those standards and move on. It's clear that he's not what I'm looking for anyways. I want someone I can speak freely with. With him, the conversation is, and always was, rather awkward and strained. With someone else I'm somewhat interested in, I can comfortably talk. I can talk with him about anything and feel comfortable. With the "ex"? No. I was constantly checking the conversation to make sure what I was saying was relevant and alright to say, you can't have a relationship with that kind of stress, it's too much to handle. By the way, I will always keep other people anonymous, as it is not fair to name drop here, seeing as what I say can be biased. I'll refer to the person I was formerly interested in and loosely involved with as "ex" as it is the easiest thing to come up with, though I'd rather not refer to him as "ex" because I wouldn't classify him as my ex because I wouldn't say we were ever in enough of a relationship to have truly "broken up" which is how he would end up an "ex". It's clear he had the same feelings on this bit as I, so I don't feel bad. It just wasn't supposed to happen, we're just not...compatible. Part of me is still optimistic and wanting him, while the logical part of me is ready to rip the optimistic part of me's head off. It's an interesting inner conflict with a highly comedic dialog. Anyways, no one will read this, I'll bet. But if anyone does care enough to get this far into the post, I apologize for any grammatical errors, typos and other such mistakes. I'll be seeing you, blogger. Ta ta for now!
So, I've been trying to be into other people. Which I've successfully accomplished, but I seem to pick people who are either incapable of being into me, or are involved with other people. I really know how to pick them. But I have created a "type" for myself, when it comes to men. The geek (think WoW and comics.) who's a little chubs and has those cutie patootie glasses. Think Ben Gibbard with his face buried in a Green Lantern comic. It's not that I don't find skinny men attractive or anything, it's just that I more prefer a nerd who knows a good sammich. Oh, and a chubs nerd with glasses who smokes like I do is even hotter. As far as type when it comes to women, think Kitty Walls and Dita Von Teese. Ooh la la. A girl who can apply her lipstick better than I? That's as sexy as it gets. Anyways, back to men seeing as that's what I've been interested in lately. Back to who I suppose you could dub my "ex", though I'd use that term as loosely as I can. Interaction has been very...elementary school. I suppose poking fun at each other is the easiest way to remain friends without getting emotion tossed in the mix. If you'd like to know how our relationship is at the moment, you can look to Marten and Faye of the webcomic Questionable Content. The tension of their relationship, mostly on Faye's side nearly mirrors how things are between he and I. or you could look to Eliot and JD in the first, oh, three seasons of Scrubs. It's like that without the hooking up every once in a while. I'd be JD, for the most part. Ironically, I seem to have the relationship history of JD as well...but anyways. So, things are good I guess you could say. I'm trying to keep my mind off of the things going on at home, as that stress on top of everything else might cause my poor, frail mind to shatter. On another "ex" note, I still wake up early to get ready and be cute for the show, even though it's not like well applied eye liner will win him back and make up for the age. Whatever, I need to realize that I cannot be all he's looking for, stop holding myself up to those standards and move on. It's clear that he's not what I'm looking for anyways. I want someone I can speak freely with. With him, the conversation is, and always was, rather awkward and strained. With someone else I'm somewhat interested in, I can comfortably talk. I can talk with him about anything and feel comfortable. With the "ex"? No. I was constantly checking the conversation to make sure what I was saying was relevant and alright to say, you can't have a relationship with that kind of stress, it's too much to handle. By the way, I will always keep other people anonymous, as it is not fair to name drop here, seeing as what I say can be biased. I'll refer to the person I was formerly interested in and loosely involved with as "ex" as it is the easiest thing to come up with, though I'd rather not refer to him as "ex" because I wouldn't classify him as my ex because I wouldn't say we were ever in enough of a relationship to have truly "broken up" which is how he would end up an "ex". It's clear he had the same feelings on this bit as I, so I don't feel bad. It just wasn't supposed to happen, we're just not...compatible. Part of me is still optimistic and wanting him, while the logical part of me is ready to rip the optimistic part of me's head off. It's an interesting inner conflict with a highly comedic dialog. Anyways, no one will read this, I'll bet. But if anyone does care enough to get this far into the post, I apologize for any grammatical errors, typos and other such mistakes. I'll be seeing you, blogger. Ta ta for now!
