PandoraMorticia
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Men. I am not happy with myself. For one I just realized that I am too picky for someone who isn't even that pretty. I keep looking for that perfect man. I look at them like accessories to my wardrobe. What girl wants to go out on the town or even out shopping looking the epitome of elegant Victorian gothicness with a boyfriend who looks more mundane than the pope himself? I demand a man who is tall, gaunt, and pale with black hair. Sad to say, all those men have been taken by the gorgeous women who deserve them.
It looks like I need to lower my standards and date that guy with the HUGE beer gut, military cropped hair or a comb over, a penchant for polyamorous relationships, and an owner of only one or two Goth outfits (one or both being Renfaire costumes).
I mean it's not like I can talk. I'm not a waif, weighing in at 185lbs. I'm not pale; I'm Black (I'd bleach my skin any day). I'm not interesting; I have been told by many friends that I lack depth.
While I am sitting on my couch watching Dracula 2000 and writing this blog while one of my roommates is out getting laid and the other is out on a date doing who knows what. Both of them met the guys they are with on myspace or hot or not. Maybe I should try that…
To quote PaleSkinBeauty "I am so sick of men and their mixed signals...come here...NO wait DONT...I like you...but I don't love you...I wanna fuck you, but I don't wanna go out with you...but wait, I kinda sorta want to…"
I can't take this anymore.
It looks like I need to lower my standards and date that guy with the HUGE beer gut, military cropped hair or a comb over, a penchant for polyamorous relationships, and an owner of only one or two Goth outfits (one or both being Renfaire costumes).
I mean it's not like I can talk. I'm not a waif, weighing in at 185lbs. I'm not pale; I'm Black (I'd bleach my skin any day). I'm not interesting; I have been told by many friends that I lack depth.
While I am sitting on my couch watching Dracula 2000 and writing this blog while one of my roommates is out getting laid and the other is out on a date doing who knows what. Both of them met the guys they are with on myspace or hot or not. Maybe I should try that…
To quote PaleSkinBeauty "I am so sick of men and their mixed signals...come here...NO wait DONT...I like you...but I don't love you...I wanna fuck you, but I don't wanna go out with you...but wait, I kinda sorta want to…"
I can't take this anymore.