04.15.10

There's only one person I want to read this thing anymore and she is the last person I want to read this thing anymore.

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Coming home on a Thursday night,
my breath has the hint of hops-
like driving down I-35 right outside of Fort Worth on a Friday afternoon.

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Will I ever be as invested in a relationship again? Will I ever want to try that hard again- I mean, when I was actively trying (you know, the times when you weren't...at all)- if I know there's a chance I can fail?

I will never forget the look on the 5th-girl-who-tried-to-date-me's face.
"So basically that's why we can't date."
"Because we might break up in 5 years?"
"Well, there's a lot more to it then that....but yeah, basically."
*look on the 5th-girl-who-tried-to-date-me's face*
"I'll never forget that face"

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Is my resentment obvious to others?
Can they tell when I come in to a meeting late what I'm thinking?

"Oh hey guys, sorry I'm late."
"Aww don't worry about it, Nate. I can tell by that dumb look on your face you were just looking at your ex-girlfriend's twitter again."
"Haha ummm I don't know what you're talking about..."
"Yeah, don't worry about it, we've all been there."
"Shit."

Is that why I'm so good at looking up people on Facebook? Please don't tell me your name when I meet you. It will make it so much better for both of us. If I know your name I can facebook you. If I can facebook you I can see your political affiliation, your quotes, your music, etc. If I know all that then you're a goner. Never tell me your name. Just keep smiling at me in the hall so I can store you in some kind of file where I never think of you that much that I want to date you, but enough that I don't think I'm terrifying to look at when passed in the hall.

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The only thing that being married to someone's work got them was gobs and gobs of money.

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