SO YOU'RE A MAN EATER? PERFECT!

The one I had totally turned off just the night before came walking into the party with a saucy smile, and her dark and lovely locks falling across her face just enough to cover up just one of those sparkling baby blues. A smile, a wink and a nod.

Yes, it's me. Yes, I was totally under the spell of golden hops and that damn rye that always gives me those old red eyes.  Yes, I am a total douche bag. Anywho, it's nice to see you…

You know sometimes I act the fool. Well possibly a little more than sometimes, but for this story, I'll just say sometimes. I am truly sorry for partying this time. For she was really cute, a lot of fun, and has that lovely southern drawl.

I think I may have recovered. It's stretch, but I think I may just have been able to pull it off. Only time will tell, and only she will let me know. So all I have to say is this.

If you are what you say you are, then go on and use me up.

Hey there!

Hey you, yeah it's me. :) Nice to see you! How have you been? It's been awhile. What's new with you? You know I have been thinking about you a lot. I miss you girl. Have you been reading this? Your ears were probably burning. Cause look, it's ALL about you. Well, there's some nonsense about her. But baby, you know, she don't love me like you. You know this is all, well mostly, for you. You have been on my mind for quite some time. Can you feel it? Do you feel it? You must know how I am feeling. Babe, you've got me reeling. Keep believing, it's all happening, now. <3

WHO KNOWS ANYTHING FOR SURE? NO ONE THAT'S WHO>

Admittedly, I am a dreamer. I might be looking so hard that I have convoluted the very essence of my emotions. The promise is there. The hope is right around the corner. This titillates and scares the ever loving shit out of me. I mean, maybe she will be so fun, cool, and smart that I can't help it. However, she might be too young, too dumb, and just another someone.

Whatever.

The only thing I know that I can do is to try. Show up, speak my mind, and listen to her. So try I shall. I think she's cute, she seems rather chill, which is good. Of course no one will believe me when I say this to them for I have said it all before. Yes I know, but what else I am to do? I may not know who she is, but then again, neither do you…

So for you, my friends, I will not put too much faith in it. I won't write ridiculous and fanciful things about her. I won't call and tell you that we're in love. In fact, I won't say a word about it. It's just drinks. That's all. Where it goes, nobody knows. The only rule is this. Wherever it goes, this is where it begins.

THE FALSE SYNAPSE REARS IT'S UGLY HEAD, ONCE AGAIN.

Chocolate. Chocolate is that thing that gives you the feeling that it just might work this time. I mean, she came after you. She said all the right things. She's a looker. So this white chocolate hooker, I mean, well whatever. She swooped in, played with my emotions, then went fucking bananas. She was probably already bananas, I was just too blinded by the light to recognize it. 

I want this shit to stop. I don't want to be blinded. I want my eyes to be wide open. I don't want to keep hoping. I want to keep living. I am no longer looking. It's futile, exhausting, and rather lame.