puresauciness

I wanted to post the pictures of my snow day, but I can't get them in my journal. Go look at my pics.

I am getting cabin fever since my little car doesn't do too well on ice.

I am seriously contemplating breaking up with my man. I am unhappy on a few different levels. It was great while it was great...He was expecting this to be it for him. I am always optimistic, but i am still jaded. This is his first serious relationship. I am the first person he's ever been in love with. I feel guilty because I have a reputation for being a man (or woman)eater and he was afraid of me from the beginning. I was completely enthralled by the way he looked at me as if i was an enigmatic angel. As I tend to do, I gave Caution a chaste farewell kiss and plunged head first into SuperCrush-dom, carless of the fact that again, I sentenced an innocent to the gallows. The thing is, I fought that *insult* of being called a maneater with every fiber of my being, but is that not what I am when I am all prepared to cast him aside because he
-chews with his mouth open
-is perpetuall indecisive
-uses the fork he's eaten off to dig in the common jelly/butter
-has no desire to ever move out of his parents house
Wait....maybe he does have problems.

this is why i don't date younger men (am i using that term too loosely)