What’s up with the world today? And the Best Actor Oscar goes to – Peter S**** for making me feel like such a shit head. Seriously though…how fucking hard is it to pick up the damn phone and make a phone call. Does he not think I can be civil about the whole thing? I mean, months of flirtation, dead skin cell transfer (hugging), the exchange of phone numbers and the tentative date…several tentative dates, he still hasn’t called. I’ve been watching a lot of Sex and the City lately and maybe Carrie is right…Romance is dead. It’s not even romance that I’m pissed off about…it’s common courtesy. There’s a mutating gene is every woman’s body that only comes to existence whenever a new guy comes around…it’s called becoming obsessive. After this last conversation, I knew he wouldn’t call and I expected that he wouldn’t call…but I still had a little bit of hope. And that little bit of hope is crushing me right now. That’s all it takes to break a woman’s heart. Even though you expect it your hopes are still crushed to oblivion. Maybe I gave him too much credit. I just thought so highly of him. I thought we were one in the same. I mean, for God’s sake, we met at the fucking dog park!!!
It’s not about the sex or the kissing and making out…although that would be nice. It’s about have a decent conversation with someone that I would like to get to know better. I’m done. I’ve washed my hands. It’s over. Just a little bit of obsessing to go and I should be completely clean.
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