Tuesday, April 06, 2004

All that's bullshit baby. L(V) has hit me over the head with out my own advice. I will put it up for posterity's sake (and so that I don't forget it, me being the dumbass that I am):

In a perfect world, really hot guys who are good in bed would also be mature and sensible and chill and wouldn't freak out the minute something unperfect happened. Obviously we do not live in a perfect world.

Yes, I am so sage...as you all knew already (I'm also very modest).

Her response, which I think is one of the best descriptions of the event, especially considering she wasn't even in the same frigging time zone when all of this went down, is also quite hysterical:

That's got to be one of the most succinct summaries EVER. Unfortunately, most guys are tools. And the funny thing is my dear, you are totally the alpha male here, and are like "Yeah, let's just have fun and chill and get to know each other and see where this goes, you know, just let it flow," and the guy, who is being a butthead, is like "AHHHhhhhh I CAN'T COMMIT THIS IS TOO INTENSE" and you're like "woah chill man it's been like a week, mofo."

Props to you, babe. Props. To. You.

Least you think that I am crying all over Aix, I am pretty over it by now. The only thing that still bothers me is the inequity of the situation, that he got to just walk away and I got to itch and burn and have insomnia from the antibiotic to prevent UTI. I feel like a walking Women's Studies seminar. Fuck, you know?

In other news, I make out with guys from Luxembourg. Yeah, I'm that girl.