If I took you on
confronted you
with what I want
would you want the same?
I’m in a maze and I’ve forgotten that if you trace your path along one side of the maze, you can find your way out. How do I remember? What wall is there to cling to?
Oh, dear reader. Kinds souls, you are. I don’t understand dating and requisite rules of the game. I want to play but am still catching on, waiting for someone to look at my hand and tell me what my best move is. I have to learn to stand on my own, but don’t feel I have the skills.
Also, I want a rebound-good-time. socratesoul, we seem to be two peas.
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January 14, 2009 at 2:41 pm
Paul Squires
Ohh, dating, what a horrible thought. I was going to say something sensibubble about being honest but blah blah. Can you skip the dating part and get straight onto the comfortable in each other socks bit?
January 14, 2009 at 4:13 pm
poeticgrin
I promise there’s other people who don’t like playing games either. May I suggest an elderly gentleman who doesn’t have much time and just wants to cut to the chase? One who has money would be nice. One who gives me, as your friend, money would be better.
January 14, 2009 at 4:51 pm
medicatedlady
Paul: If only.
Comfortable in each other’s socks…hadn’t heard that saying before, but I enjoy it.
poeticgrin: thank you for your kind words but for the last time, elderly gentlemen with money (who give their money to you via me) are unlikely characters in the story of my lovelife. Try a devious, 35-year-old man-child (emphasis on child) and you have yourself a potential mate for me.
January 14, 2009 at 7:03 pm
poeticgrin
But will this man-child give me things?
January 14, 2009 at 7:04 pm
poeticgrin
Because that’s what is important.
January 15, 2009 at 1:39 pm
medicatedlady
Sigh. The man-child relationship has come and gone and I was simply saying I can pick my own brand of the wrong guy for me…which I’m afraid doesn’t include the perks of an older gentleman with money. I would never go for someone who could benefit me in the least. …Although he would give you material for constantly teasing me.
January 22, 2009 at 8:40 pm
socratesoul
🙂 we sure do.
“waiting for someone to look at my hand and tell me what my best move is”
a nice twist on the poker metaphor. i often feel this way too. like i’m just waiting for someone else to tell me what i should do.