|Gawds, someone remind me they're not ALL this immature...
||[Feb. 10th, 2004|07:50 pm]
John is still playing this odd little game called AVOIDING me.
He apparently came over this weekend while I was gone. To drop of pastry sweets. Knowing I was gone.
For one - he only drops of pastry sweets when he feels the need to impress, or is trying to be welcomed into something, or dragged in, since he refuses to come in, and you must drag him. It's like a puppy who timidly scratches at a door until someone opens it.
For two - WHAT DID HE EXPECT? I'm sorry hunny, neither one of us has changed much in 4 months. Well, I have a little. I've become much more open to the idea of finding a boy, however, I've also become much more certain in my standpoint of refusing to settle. My commitment levels are as they've always been - NON EXISTANT. I don't commit unless I feel like I'm not settling. Obviously, reviwing the length of my single status - it DOESN'T happen often.
*sighs* Oh mon dieu... comme ils sont perdus.
I almost wish Mikey wasn't so self destructive. He's such a sweetie... but I don't want to end up caring for him, and then have to worry if he's driving home drunk, just to find out he's dead some night. I'm amazed he's not dead ALREADY.
I need to go into Boston and find some cute punk rock boy that ISN'T screwed up in the head.