Already learning new things about myself

I once stated that I would probably break up with someone if he ever gave me roses.

I hate roses. I think they are cliche. And they smell like old people.

I just now discovered that I would definitely not even respond to someone who gave me a virtual rose.

Yes, I am a bitch who is going to die old and alone with my cats. The same cats that will have eaten half my face before someone finds me. But at least it won't smell like roses.

Inspiration

In August, I realized I needed to end my dating hiatus. I hate dating. That's why it is so much easier to just stay in love with those that came before.

Thus far:

A Passive Aggressive Hippie
A Socially Awkward Narcissist (with a questionable marital status*)

And these were IRL meetings and experiences. And so, I'm jumping down the rabbit hole. I'm attempting the online experiment. It can't be worse, can it? And it'll keep Mere off my back for not trying and it'll keep Randy and others in entertaining anecdotes. I totally don't see this going well. But, it'll probably increase my blog output.


*Um, yeah. This was a tipping point. And another story.

Dopplegangers are all fun and games

until you realize they represent an old friend that died of a heroin/meth/what the hell was PJ doing? overdose. damn, this guy tonight reminded me of Pete. Looks, music, and what little sense of personality I picked up on (of the newbie, not Pete).

Fuck you Pete! You made me cry through Shaun of the Dead. That movie is still haunted for me.

And, I'm so sorry PJ. I'm sorry that we didn't talk more. And that I believed your lies. And that I wasn't there.

Hold everyone close. And visit more. Directives I wish to follow.