The last guy didn't work out,
the new guy doesn't seem to be working out any better.
I can take solace in the fact that I know I tried to like him - I really did - but he just can't seem to have a good day and I'm not looking for someone to babysit.
In the end, I guess I'm still just a pathetic, hopeless, romantic, whiny teenager, despite my age and outward appearance.
Maybe I ought to go to a Christian youth group and meet me a nice little Christian boy that doesn't want to take things too fast and thinks all gays, Jews, and righteous non-Christians go to hell and that God made Adam out of dirt 6,000 years ago.
Dammit.
Why not just continue having shameless infatuations for men that don't exist in this iteration of reality, like Edmund.
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