phoolsfire

so, the nazi wallaby killer asked me out for drinks, i thought this would be ok because there would be other people (unjust rationalization) . it wasn't, the more information i disclosed the deeper the hole. it wasn't like even good information, it was like,..."yeah the more i listen to ruby tuesday by the stones the more i think it sucks". i like him, i really really like him. we talked about all the shit i love to talk about. an i've concluded, the only way out of this is to come down with some type of terminal illness....yes i will adopt munchausen syndronme. its the only way.
he's atractive, he's insightful, we can talk about anthropology. this is quite possibly the worst thing thats ever happened to me. i feel anyone whose ever committed an infidelous act should be drawn and quatered, should be shot up the ass with a low caliber gun, its the worst thing in the world for me... infidelity.

with that said, i had never touched this boy before in my life, i had never smelled his aftershave, i had never thought of being infidelous with him,...but tonight, he gave me a hug goodby, i was hope'n we could become friends before i really became enamored with him...now, i don't forsee this. i need to do somthing before this gets out of hand.