you

 You. No, not you. The other you. Maybe.

I would now like to address all of the different Yous. As in, more than one person. As in, this is not all about one person.

You need to stop. This is my fault, I should have been more direct. It’s not going to happen.

You are working on being a better friend, and I really appreciate that. You’re probably the only true guy friend I have left. Even though you did that thing that I will never understand, I can’t use it against you for the rest of our lives. Also, you owe me a solid.

You were my friend and you disappeared and it’s probably because of that thing that happened. Even though we were apparently both fine with it. You’re right in what you said; what I suggested, I didn’t really want. But I do want you to be my friend again.

You seem like you want to become my friend, a real friend. I really liked that conversation we had on my couch. I was touched. But I can’t rely on you to follow up and follow through. I wish you would. But you disappear and you don’t even try.

You probably don’t even read this blog anymore. You meant a lot to me. Still do.

You are actually a wonderful person. I’m so glad that happened. If things stay as they are, I accept your invitation for that thing in the spring.

You, I am so angry with you.

You and I talk about being intimate, hypothetically, but I don’t know if that’s the best idea. I think you’re just lonely.

You disappeared, but it’s okay. I wasn’t feeling it anymore either.

You wondered what happened. You pulled a classic weasel and honestly, that changed a lot in our dynamic. I still think you’re great though.

You are just confusing as hell, but at least you know it. I hope you know that I do want you in my life. I don’t know how. Glad it isn’t my fault. I’m not going to campaign for myself. You’ve already told me how awesome I am. If you ever figure this out, let me know. There’s no deadline. Just see what happens. There’s something there. Let’s put a pin in it.

♥ E

can’t afford the ticket back from suffragette city

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Is there anything more magical than walking into a bathroom and realizing, “Hey, I tried to hook up with someone in here once”?

So I’ll admit, sometimes I do want someone to sweep me off my feet, just like Romney did with his tax plan. Although I am if not thrilled, perfectly content with how things are right now. I just find  myself surrounded by to many guys who think they’re like James Bond swimming out of the ocean, revealing a tuxedo beneath their scuba suit, when in reality all it is, is chest hair and a masked inferiority complex.

There’s nothing more than pleasing people that gets me off. Really. You say jump? I say how high. But sometimes I forget, no matter how much of something awesome you’ve got to offer to someone, that can’t make them like you. I jump through flaming hoops until I realize this and then spend the next 24 hours complaining about how unaware I was. It’s like seriously, fuck them – although they have nice hair.

Don’t look at me like that Mick Jagger.

I’ll be basking in my self defeat later this week.

♥E