I vow to make this the summer that I fall in love. You know, like on Seinfeld, 'the summer of George'? Well, this will be my slightly twisted version.
You know how I said I sabotage every relationship? Well, that's not technically true... There was this one guy, D, during my freshman year of college. Let me just begin by acknowledging that our relationship is messed up. If I was smart, I would have forgotten about him immediately after he ditched me twice in one day. Or when he moved away without saying goodbye. Or, okay nevermind, you get the point. There was always something special about, D, though. Yes he's a pothead and possibly an alcoholic, but I've never heard anybody say the things that he says to me. It's like we are meant to be together, but every aspect of our lives keeps us apart.
Two years ago, after freshman year, he moved 3,000 miles away to Las Vegas.
What is there to do in the desert anyway? I mean, why would someone WANT to die of heat stroke day after day? I guess I'm just bitter that Las Vegas gets to enjoy him and I don't. Oh, but don't misunderstand, D has no trouble telling me that I'm the 'love of his life' at 2 am, and being the realistic girl that I am, I know alcohol is absolutely involved. He even promised once to send me a real letter, that I would get, you know, in my mailbox. I feel like this is every girl's dream. Mind you, this was pre-Dear John. Yeah, the kid knows how to tell you everything you want to hear. I just wish he were sincere. And not currently dating a soft-core-porn star.
You know how I said I sabotage every relationship? Well, that's not technically true... There was this one guy, D, during my freshman year of college. Let me just begin by acknowledging that our relationship is messed up. If I was smart, I would have forgotten about him immediately after he ditched me twice in one day. Or when he moved away without saying goodbye. Or, okay nevermind, you get the point. There was always something special about, D, though. Yes he's a pothead and possibly an alcoholic, but I've never heard anybody say the things that he says to me. It's like we are meant to be together, but every aspect of our lives keeps us apart.
Two years ago, after freshman year, he moved 3,000 miles away to Las Vegas.
What is there to do in the desert anyway? I mean, why would someone WANT to die of heat stroke day after day? I guess I'm just bitter that Las Vegas gets to enjoy him and I don't. Oh, but don't misunderstand, D has no trouble telling me that I'm the 'love of his life' at 2 am, and being the realistic girl that I am, I know alcohol is absolutely involved. He even promised once to send me a real letter, that I would get, you know, in my mailbox. I feel like this is every girl's dream. Mind you, this was pre-Dear John. Yeah, the kid knows how to tell you everything you want to hear. I just wish he were sincere. And not currently dating a soft-core-porn star.
