I quit boys. Again.
Just for a little while.
Sigh.
It’s just…and this could just be hormones talking…I want one right now, but I want magic. Somebody who knows when to listen, when to debate, when to humor me (thus listening without agreeing and maintaining his own opinion), and who actually wants to be present with me on a level that doesn’t involve my cunt. Or at least, not just that, not all the time. I don’t want to get married right now. I just want to find someone I want to hang out with. Like my friends, but with a penis.
Is that so bloody much to ask?*
*I know, it is.
I dont think thats too much to ask. Not dime a dozen, but not impossible.
I officially quit, too.
I quit doing soemthing once and never forgave myself or forgot the feeling. I’ve never quit since. I’d rather fail to than quit. Nothing wrong with taking a breather though. =)
Just remember the 2007 motto of mine…”Trust Your Gut”!
i quit then i quit quitting and i might be back to where i first quit.
so, yeah. i totally get what you’re saying.