Maybe if I give myself one last chance to get stupid about how great she is, it will work itself out of my system. My friend Clark (his actual name is Kent, but that started in High School) told me that I should make a list of all of the things that bother me about her. I feel like that is talking behind her back, but I am going to do it anyway. My friend is seldom wrong. Except he thinks I need therapy. I am quite sure he is nuttier than a squirrel, and at least twice as nutty as me. I'll take his advice after he's been going for about a year. Until then, I'll just blog it out of me.
Without further ado...
Annie is a brilliant single mother with kids the same age as mine. She is fun to be around and can make anyone laugh at any time. She is generally a very caring person with a lot of dedication to her kids and her career.
Annie is a professional. She sells sea shells by the sea shore. No, she doesn't -- it just came out that way. Annie sells computer applications to big companies. I don't understand a lot of it and I am not sure she does either. Suffice to say she works for a big corporation.
She is about five four, weighs about a hundred pounds, has blond hair and I think she is more beautiful without make up than with it.
This is the part Clark told me to do. I just want to remind you of that before I start. I am looking for bad things about her, remember? I don't want anyone to think that I am being nit picky as a habit. In this case I am looking for things to build the list, so it is going to be that way. Clark says I am not done until I have ten items and I am not allowed to use words like "sort of". I just have to declare this shit like it is.
- She is moody.
Okay, this isn't going to work. I have one item and I question its validity. I am saying she is moody because she changed her mind about us. I am only assigning her that characteristic because I don't like that I am on the outs.
Clark's idea is a shitty one.
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When it happened to me, I thought about the other person until I wanted to cut my heart out. It hurt like hell especially when the other person persistently remained indifferent. Especially when the other person had his lips around some other girl. But I still thought about him every second of every hour of every day. Nothing helped. And I didn't want to stop thinking about him. So I did. I gave in to misery until it just faded away.
Good post.
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