Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else


I See Balls at a Distance, But None Locally

Holy freaking crap. I will possibly be twice divorced with five kids by the time the Filmmaker makes out with me. He is slower in making a move than grass in growing and paint in drying. In fact, I'm pretty sure the Grand Canyon formed in less time than it will take for him to grow a pair.

So while he texts me 100 texts a day and throws hints about meeting up with me, the moment I understand the hint, it's either time for him to go to work, for me to go to sleep, or just do something completely different. He can text and be all up my ass, but the moment he faces me, he freezes up. Geez, eunuch men, if you can call them this, are frustrating.

Meanwhile, I've been in moderate touch with the Soldier. We shall meet up when I'm down in DC in two weeks.

If I have to be frank, I don't think anything will come out of me and the Soldier, but I got nothing to lose, except my dignity.

If I have to be quite honest, I don't think anything substantial will come out of me and the Filmmaker, but at the moment... at least I have some attention. Bwahaha.

I am losing my mind.

2:26 p.m. - June 29, 2011


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