I'm a heart breaker. That's about all I'm good for I think. I love people and help them see the best in themselves, like I see, then of course I don't have the butterflies for them. Then it's all over and I have created the same pile of shit again. and again. and again. Of course the only women that I feel the butterflies for are incurably unavailable. No accidents there I'm sure. So now what? I think just friends for a long while so I don't break another heart, including my own. I care deeply for everyone I date and I don't think my heart can take much more either. I'm too fucking compassionate and see the good in people very easily. Just friends for a while I think. Do things for myself that fill up my soul, not strain and empty it. Do things for others that fill both of our souls. That's it for now.
la_vagabonde:
Aww. Sounds like someone needs an ice cream - coffee would just make you feel worse. I thought that I was an incurable heartbreaker for a while, but it turns out that I was just letting myself get lost in the moment. Friendship is terribly underrated in these days and that makes me sad. Any time you want to get out and meet new people, my friends and I are at Fado every Tuesday night for Pub Quiz (we are nerds, and I take triv very seriously) at 8:30 or so. 
la_vagabonde:
Thanks for playing last night. I believe that good times were had all around and you are more than welcome to join the nerd table any time you want! 