Had lovely day with J on Sat engaged in sadly, v. friend-like activity. Is v. handy, my J. Though gal pal notes that no man spends hours at manual labor for a woman he does not want, am not completely inclined to agree.
J shared that ex relationship disaster could not list three things she (obviously v. horrid woman) liked about him. Is it pathetic that yours truly could list three hundred? Have begun sorting out whether could survive simply being pals with J. Am not convinced that could. Don't want to smother most pals in kisses the way I do J. Do think that would make for awkward friendships.
Have started missing those days when he wanted to see me, or got antsy when didn't receive an email from me every quarter of an hour. Would love to blame change on increased use of narcotics. Though, that is real problem and will also have to be addressed completely separately from current being in love problem. Find self wishing J looked as delighted to see me as an ounce of dried leafy green substance or pile of white pills.
Hasn't bothered to email in 2 days.
Stopped dating C because could not stand idea of being with someone who was not J. Now realize, after two successive C-like dating disappointments, am a lost cause. Will die alone. Will be short, peppy funeral, though. Promise.
kiss my dirty bits
Posted by: james palmer at February 25, 2004 08:48 AM