Friday, April 24, 2009

"Love" is a four letter word

Why is it that those who say they love us (and I'm talking romantic love) usually end up treating us the worst?

In a moment of weakness, I texted the Biologist telling him I missed him. Weak, I know. I blame it on that time of the month. I was broken down by cramping and a general feeling of yuckiness. Of course, he didn't respond. But when we broke up, he kept telling me how sorry he was and how much he loved me. Wouldn't someone who actually gave a shit at least acknowledge the sentiment?

Or not...

I've decided I'm a fool... but who isn't? On a up-note, I was invited to a wedding over Memorial Weekend and I'm being assured there will be many cute, single guys there.

Promises, promises.


  1. Hang in there! be strong, dont call!! and thed job market sucks...

  2. Instead of calling him, I'd like to strangle him... but he's not worth going to jail for

  3. We're the same age (too bad I play for the opposite team) - we've got the rest of our loooong lives ahead of us... Chin way up!