imwithjonas's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Random Update! Random Update!I like updating, even when I don't really have anything to write about. So that's what this is. Please forgive me if I ramble. My mother has been throwing around words like "boyfriend" lately. I don't know what her deal is. I go on a few dates with a guy and she's all crazy about it. I feel like explaining some things, though. Mostly just because I like talking about my male friend and I have no other real topic for this entry. He kind of used his mom to tell me that he likes me. I thought it was cute, though Xavier thinks it's lame. Whatever. What I think matters more in the long run. Basically, JW (I still hate that. I don't know what else to call him though.) told me that his mom had apologized for not getting to see me longer when I went to see him last weekend. She also asked him if she would be seeing me again. His reply was probably. She asked if he was "seeing me" seeing me. He said no. She asked why. He said because he's tired of "being trampled" by women. Aw. And I meant that aw in two ways. A) He likes me. He intends to continue seeing me, as evidenced by the "probably" when she asked if she'd see me again. So that's all new and different. B) The only reason he's not seeing me in a capacity where my mother would be allowed to start labeling people, is that he's been fucked over by some other women. It's a little sad for me, but I'm much more sad for him. Aw. Poor baby. Anyway, I appreciate all that. He really has been trampled. In every serious relationship he has ever had, the woman cheated on him. He was engaged at one time. She apparently cheated on him at some point, and actually officially broke off the engagement because she was no longer in love with him. Grrr. The other truly serious one that I've heard about involved her eventually getting drunk and fucking someone in a bathroom stall. Someone other than JW, that is. They had been talking about moving in with each other, etc. Not cool, ladies. Not cool at all. I understand why some men don't become gay, but simply swear off women. We have an infinite capacity to be heinous bitches. I would find it hard to respect women if I wasn't one. But then again, I am young and naive I suppose. Someday, I may become a bitter, man-hating bitch myself. But for now, I'd just like to keep this man interested. Amazingly enough, that really isn't hard. He likes talking to me. I like talking to him. It works out nicely. I'm going to see him this weekend. I'm super excited. His friends have all expressed some kind of interest in meeting me as well. Maybe I'll do that sometime. So, this weekend I'll be going to a tiny, remote corner of Alabama for a party. Then I'll be going to a tiny, remote corner of Mississippi to see JW. Then I think I have an orthodontic appointment on Monday. I also have to continue my frantic job search and finish a yearbook deadline. Exciting. So, life is a wonderful, happy thing if you bother living it. 6:23 p.m. - December 09, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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