Too drunk to send, not drunk enough to dull…
I LOVE oyu i love oyu i love oy oi love you ilobve oyou i love yopu ii love you i love you il oevy ou i lo ve you ki love you il ov e you iiv lo e you
(She’ll never know…)
Stupid emoticons….
Guess who’s back?…
It’s official. 
I’m back on MySpace.
*sigh*
I don’t really know why I keep doing it to myself. I have a yearning to reach out to someone, anyone, so long as they match what my drill-down selections are.
I have friends, but I don’t I always seem to forget about what it’s like to be single until I’m in it for a good long time. Well, I guess you can count almost a year as when it becomes a “good long time” to my heart.
I want female companionship, but am always afraid of meeting the wrong person at the right time. I have already lived through the right person at the wrong time and I must say, that for as great as it was, it still hurts.
My initial fear of being “bad at love” has been conquered, as now I just want someone to be “in the foxhole with.” A kindred spirit, so to speak.. the insurmountable obstacle of my own shyness keeps me from happiness, but then there is the fact that when I do loosen up (read: drink) I can be quite the charmer. I’m witty and bright. I have great taste in clothes and electronics, and have worked very hard at polishing my social skills, for that one fateful day when they are used for the forces of good.
So back to the real reason I signed back on for another tour of the “Nets,” I have to admit that I’m batting 1.000 when it comes down to meeting someone and it not be a total freak-fest.
The whole thing went from being a toyed with fantasy to a reality when my “game” came under question by my roommates girlfriend. She wanted to send me on all of these blind dates with girls that she works with, but then my roommate chimed in and told her “[he’s] more likely to want to get to know them first on-line or through email before he meets them, that’s just how he is…”
Great, I just got stereotyped…by my best friend…
Don’t get me wrong, stereotypes are stereotypes for a reason. I do thrive in an on-line environment better then on the spot in reality unless I have a pre-established base in which to default back to when conversation or situations get “dicey” at best.
I figure I’ll give this whole MySpace thing a little while before I get fully sick of it again and try to submerse myself in humanity once again.
