Thursday, August 31, 2006

broke up with M, well, it's not that we broke up... we kinda seperated, you know? there was no big fight, no throw-down screaming match, we just sat down, talked about it and were like, you know what? we're not going to make it in the long run: S doesn't want kids or marriage, M wants kids and marriage... S wants to go live on a boat for the rest of her life and possibly rule the world (i'm working on it), M wants a white picket fence, a decent job, and a yard. S is anti-social and dislikes people, M is a people person and hanging out with the guys is his idea of hi-jinks (they're my guys too, but i mean like constantly, i usually creep away and do my own thing)...
c'est la vive...
too bad we still love each other :( and neither one wants the other to change... damnable luck, i find a decent-read unbroken- guy with whom i fall madly in love with who wants what i have never wanted, and he finds a girl (me) who loves manga and anime and playing video games and reading sci-fi/fantasy, who gets along with his friends (so much so that they're now my friends too, seriously, one big love-fest :) ) but who doesn't EVER want to settle down or EVER have kids...
we drive each other crazy...
we pinkie swore to get married when we're fifty and he isn't married and we still like each other... ( i take pinkie swearing very seriously... i've had my pinkie broken, i know how much it hurts :) ) that means i'll be out of the danger zone (women in my family hit menopause about 45) and we'll both be close to retirement and therefore all we'll have to do all day is sail around on the boat and run from cannibals...
ain't unrequited love grand?

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I am very sorry. That is a real problem that you find yourself in. I believe that you will come up with the best solution.

As for that boat, (Not trying to be insensitive by changing the subject) if you need a second in command, I'm your guy. Ever since I was 10 or so, I have wanted a gigantic sail boat. We need to get one of those huge, wooden, 3-mast sail boats and go to a far-off island. Thing is, we need one more person to man a 3-mast. You have any ideas?

OK, now I have dibs on him UNTIL you turn 50. I will need his mailing address, E-mail address, home address, Phone number, cell number, mom's number, credit card number, and possibly a social security number.

05 September, 2006 08:28  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

refried poonaner

15 September, 2006 21:11  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

deepfried testicles on a cinamon stick

16 September, 2006 11:53  

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