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Well, I did it. Fuck it. I put out a new personal ad.
Why should I wait? What is there to heal? The loss of someone who doesn’t even care about me? Fuck that. Yeah, I am going to heal, grieve, and be angry (as you can see), but life isn’t going to stop around here. In the wisest words Carlos was capable of offering, “Get Over It.”
Thank you; I will.
Will I be on the rebound? No. I never rebound. I’m too awake for that. No matter how it looks to any other person around me, I know what I am doing and I always do. I don’t sink myself into someone else’s life as a way to escape my own. That would suck, and not in the good way.
I have never NEEDED a relationship (boyfriend). Boyfriend Relationships are beautiful, amazing, wonderful parts of the journey, but I don’t NEED one; however I DO LOVE being in a relationship. I’m designed for a relationship. I learn SO MUCH from being in a relationship and I LOVE learning!
Also, I have ideals that have never been met and I have no problem moving on until those ideals are explored, fully. Why should I become so jaded that I quit, or think it’s not possible? Forget that. I’m just all the more savvy now.
My confidence is at an all-time high and I didn’t even regain my footing before I started being asked out on dates, so SOMEONE must find me worth more than Carlos did, even if only for another while.
SO, I will date, have fun, and guess what; I’m trying something different this time:
I’m going to date someone who fits MY STANDARDS. What?! WOW! D’oh! I have NEVER done that. I am of such the fringe dweller of society and thought, that to only use my standards would narrow the playing field to about one person: ME.
I have an inclination to date guys who are incredibly sweet, wonderful guys, but the relationship turns into an educational arena, instead of a relationship. I end up transforming from a sexy object of intrigue and curiosity and novelty to being the wise, loveable friend who changed your life,… but once that change is in effect, the love transcends the physical and moves into something platonic. Great. Thanks. And I can say this, publically, because there is no boyfriend who wouldn’t agree. It’s not a secret and it’s not a pride of mine. It’s just the way it goes.
So, my boyfriends feel this huge overhaul in the life, but I am just left tired and drained in the end. Then they take their newfound sense of life and share THAT with a new boyfriend. YAY FOR THEM!
Fuck that shit. No more. I’m exhausted.
I am going to date only Vegetarians or Vegans this time (okay, or AT LEAST Vegan/Vegetarian-Friendly and Inclined). I am only going to date guys who are immediately metaphysical and curious about the nature of the universe. I am going to date someone who KNOWS that colds are NOT created by THE COLD, for god’s sake, and KNOWS that your THOUGHTS AFFECT YOUR REALITY, and who KNOWS that there is more to life than the immediate senses, and who KNOWS that there is no conclusion to who you are, only an on-going discovery and creation of who you seek to be. I am going to date someone who asks questions beyond his parental influences and beyond his religious upbringing. I am going to date someone who seriously asks if AIDS is valid, and takes into account the motivation behind the scare tactics and propaganda, and asks if there is more to 9-11 than what the media is capable of portraying. I am going to date someone who has experienced channeling and has read at least one book on alternative perspectives of life and the universe.
What took me so long?
COME AND GET IT!