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this is the premise of a wonderful little woody allen flick called match point. it is really thought-provoking, how some events - no matter how grand or how insignificant - can work for you or against you. this is one of woodys finest, and it is a must-see.
after the movie, we go to a restaurant i like to call "the scene of the crime." said crime is almost a year old, and it is not something i would like to relive. said accomplice of the crime makes me wonder if hes batting for the other team, in which case, would explain so many things.
the original plan, when i get home, is to blaze up and perhaps relieve myself of some tension. the plan, however, changes when i talk to reps for almost 2 1/2 hours. i miss conversing late into the night with someone who might be a hopeful.
this vow of celibacy is getting damn old. i need to get back into the swing of things, meet new people, do different things, get creative. i tell reps last night that i no longer want to fuck, but id like to learn how to make love.
reps is fantastic. i love his voice and his laugh. there is a sweetness to them. some superficial things i like about him: he is a lefty, he plays the guitar (i think), he goes to 24-hour fitness (like me), and he lives a safe 2-hour distance from me.
it is hard to get off the phone with him, and it is even harder to fall asleep after our conversation. i do not know minute details of his life, but i feel this odd connection with him. the best thing, though, is he doesnt seem ready for anything major, either.
i may fantasize about spending my life with someone, but the truth is, i do not know how much - if any- of my faults, ideas, and long-held beliefs i am willing to relinquish. i love my independence, and ive been enjoying 1 1/2 years of freedom. i love the goals ive set, and i work at them ferociously. i love my time, and i do not know if i can divide it into more pieces if someone new comes into my life.
what i do know about me is this: while i embrace new ideas (the idea of a longterm lover, for instance), i dont necessarily need to incorporate these new ideas in my life. im happy with what i have; any more is a blessing, any less is Gods plan.
this is the premise of a wonderful little woody allen flick called match point. it is really thought-provoking, how some events - no matter how grand or how insignificant - can work for you or against you. this is one of woodys finest, and it is a must-see.
after the movie, we go to a restaurant i like to call "the scene of the crime." said crime is almost a year old, and it is not something i would like to relive. said accomplice of the crime makes me wonder if hes batting for the other team, in which case, would explain so many things.
the original plan, when i get home, is to blaze up and perhaps relieve myself of some tension. the plan, however, changes when i talk to reps for almost 2 1/2 hours. i miss conversing late into the night with someone who might be a hopeful.
this vow of celibacy is getting damn old. i need to get back into the swing of things, meet new people, do different things, get creative. i tell reps last night that i no longer want to fuck, but id like to learn how to make love.
reps is fantastic. i love his voice and his laugh. there is a sweetness to them. some superficial things i like about him: he is a lefty, he plays the guitar (i think), he goes to 24-hour fitness (like me), and he lives a safe 2-hour distance from me.
it is hard to get off the phone with him, and it is even harder to fall asleep after our conversation. i do not know minute details of his life, but i feel this odd connection with him. the best thing, though, is he doesnt seem ready for anything major, either.
i may fantasize about spending my life with someone, but the truth is, i do not know how much - if any- of my faults, ideas, and long-held beliefs i am willing to relinquish. i love my independence, and ive been enjoying 1 1/2 years of freedom. i love the goals ive set, and i work at them ferociously. i love my time, and i do not know if i can divide it into more pieces if someone new comes into my life.
what i do know about me is this: while i embrace new ideas (the idea of a longterm lover, for instance), i dont necessarily need to incorporate these new ideas in my life. im happy with what i have; any more is a blessing, any less is Gods plan.
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