Reply to: pers-967459174@craigslist.org [?]Date: 2008-12-22, 5:37PM EST
I know you might not read these anymore, but Missed Connections was how we found each other in the first place. I never expected to fall for you that first evening when you walked into the bar in Back Bay, but you were captivating. The smile that you aimed at me was perfect and your eyes are more beautiful than any others I’ve seen. It’s pure luck that you posted, and even more absurd luck that I found the post the next day. Since then, every moment I’ve spent with you has been absolutely incredible. You gave me my life back, and when I’m with you, you make me happier than I ever thought I could be.
It took us a while to come to this place, but you said to me that all you wanted for Christmas… was me. And I’m yours. Fully and completely, with no expectations about the future, but I’m still more hopeful than I've been in a long time. For us. For the next week, two weeks, month, year… however long we have... I promise I won't waste a moment.
Merry Christmas. I love you.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
So About All This
That's it. I'm done.
I've spent most of my life wondering what it would be like to be single, to be dating casually and sleeping around with anyone I want. And in some exceptions, it's been incredibly fun. I've had some lovely first kisses. Some incredibly enjoyable sex. Some fantastic dates.
But on the whole, it's just been a lot of pain-in-the-ass meddling and heartahce. Certainly a helluva lot more trouble than its worth.
I guess I always took for granted that there would be good guys out there, ones that I could find. So I used a lot of men, slept around a lot, messed with people's emotions. And now I'm realizing how disappointing it all is.
People are stupid. Most men that I've met aren't as smart or as funny as me. Or else they don't know how to make me a priority. Or else they cancel a lot. Or else they're not okay with my personality. And all that's lead to is disappointment when every single man I've met has slowly, but surely, turned out to be so much less than I expected.
But that's okay.
I'm okay.
I just think I'm rapidly growing tired of it.
I've spent most of my life wondering what it would be like to be single, to be dating casually and sleeping around with anyone I want. And in some exceptions, it's been incredibly fun. I've had some lovely first kisses. Some incredibly enjoyable sex. Some fantastic dates.
But on the whole, it's just been a lot of pain-in-the-ass meddling and heartahce. Certainly a helluva lot more trouble than its worth.
I guess I always took for granted that there would be good guys out there, ones that I could find. So I used a lot of men, slept around a lot, messed with people's emotions. And now I'm realizing how disappointing it all is.
People are stupid. Most men that I've met aren't as smart or as funny as me. Or else they don't know how to make me a priority. Or else they cancel a lot. Or else they're not okay with my personality. And all that's lead to is disappointment when every single man I've met has slowly, but surely, turned out to be so much less than I expected.
But that's okay.
I'm okay.
I just think I'm rapidly growing tired of it.
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