I think I'm done with dating for awhile. If a nice, cute guy wants to approach me, hey, I'm not stopping him. But I'm done actively seeking out one of them for the time being, cause it's just not working for me. I'm 0-6 right now. It's depressing.
The one guy I can't stop thinking about is a married freakin man-whore who was never a possibility at all. Why the hell can't I stop going back to thinking about him? Because he's gorgeous and was the first (and only) man to show me any kind of affection in an extremely long time. Because he's still finding little ways to talk to me. Because he's got that smile. Because he's got those hands.
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