Local Insanity

This pretty much sums up most problems guys have with women (from Craig’s List):

I want a girl who will lead me on. I want a girl to flirt with me all the time and just be friends. I want a girl who won’t get over her ex. I want a girl who thinks she’s fat even though she’s 5′8″ and 135. I want a girl who likes to cuddle, but never with me. I want a girl who will never make up her mind. I want a girl who wants presents but claims to not be materialistic. I want a girl who says beauty is on the inside because she isn’t attracted to me. I want a girl who claims to be smart and can’t hold up a conversation for more than 2 minutes. I want a girl who has to be drunk to want to have sex with me. I want a girl who skips class, oversleeps, and parties naked with strangers. I want a girl spoiled by her parents. I want a girl who can make me feel inadequate. I want a girl who loves to travel but only with her girl friends. I want a girl who goes home every weekend. I want a girl who hasn’t grown up. I want a girl who thinks they’re too old for me. I want a girl who knows I’m too good a friend to date. I want a girl who thinks I’m too good for them. I want a girl to dump me for an old fling and come back a week later when it doesn’t work out. I want a girl to return my phone calls three days later, or better yet, not at all. I want a girl who is afraid to commit. I want a girl with fake hair, boobs, and personality. I want a girl with a wardrobe more valuable than my car. I want a girl who doesn’t know what they want in life. I want a girl who expects me to pay for everything and do all the work in the relationship. I want a girl who can’t compromise. I want a drama/gossip queen. And above all, I want a girl who doesn’t go on Craigslist to look for guys to date.

Between flirting and outright rejection lies a large spectrum, and it is frustratingly difficult to place anyone on it with certainty. Perhaps I don’t need to, and perhaps that’s part of the fun - if I can really call it that. Better to be amused and play along than to get angry. En garde, Twenty-Fiver!

When life tosses you a curve ball, you gotta stop and wonder why it insists on playing baseball.

An astute observer would say that it is I who have thrown a curve ball - to myself - and so I should be prepared for it. I wasn’t, but there’s some consolation in my belief that I don’t think I ever could have been.

When previous relationships ended it was relatively easy to go on. Well, sort of. My first was difficult to get over. The thing with this one is that I was so used to being with Sarah. It just was. Kelly told me that Jason reacted to the news of our breakup thusly: “WHAT?! Tell him to get back together! They can’t be broken up.” I guess I wasn’t the only one who was used to it.

Our history - our momentum - was what was keeping me in it near the end. It is difficult to let go. It was the right thing to do, but it wasn’t any easier for that being true. Sarah will move on and find someone better suited to her. I want to be single for a while, if only to get some perspective. And yet I find myself jealous of Hawk. Ack.

And of course j2 had to go and hire a gorgeous administrative assistant just as I was deciding this. Oh well - the greater the challenge, the greater the reward.

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Sarah and I have broken up. It was hard to do, but I think it was the right thing. I think it’s kind of funny that Sarah has her blog up which I can read. It’s kind of like I get the ‘gossip’ of how she’s doing without the trouble of mutual friends.

A very modern breakup.

In Sarah’s first post after it happened, she posted some song lyrics. I like the idea, so I’m following suit. At the end of this are the lyrics from Simon and Garfunkel’s Overs.

Three years is a long time, and it was mostly good. Here’s to moving on and doing the right thing.

Why don’t we stop fooling ourselves? The game is over, Over, Over. No good times, no bad times, There’s no times at all, Just the new york times, Sitting on the windowsill Near the flowers.

We might as well be apart. It hardly matters, We sleep separately.

And drop a smile passing in the hall But there’s no laughs left ’cause we laughed them all. And we laughed them all In a very short time.

Time Is tapping on my forehead, Hanging from my mirror, Rattling the teacups, And I wonder, How long can I delay? We’re just a habit Like saccharin.

And I’m habitually feelin’ kinda blue.

But each time I try on The thought of leaving you, I stop… I stop and think it over.