Allow me to explain.

If you know me, at all, you should know by now- I am a sucker for a pretty girl. I'll let you in on a few more secrets.

1) I wear my heart on my sleeve- not sure why. And it's not that I fall in love easily, believe me. But I do fall in like pretty easily. Hey we all get lonely sometimes, maybe it has just been so long since I was in a fun, meaningful relationship, that I never really stop searching. Or because I am such a random complex person, I can find ways to relate to practically anyone, and that interests me more. I'm not exactly sure, and I'm not exactly happy, but that is my life. And I will probably continue to live that way for a while.
2) I just put in my transfer request. That's right people, I'm upp'n out of Connecticut as soon as humanly possible. As wonderful and beautiful as this shithole stuckup state may be, Boston is calling. Just know I will never, ever, ever, be a Sawks fan. Eff that ish. Patriots, sure, I love you, even if you have no team anymore, but baseball season I'll just have to hibernate. It's a necessary change in my life. With my true friends, from college, in a fun place, where I need to be to further myself as a person. Boston has things to do, lots of people to network with, and is probably a much better place for me to be mentally. Especially when I am trying to hunker down and keep this blog thing growing, and work on a book at the same time. I need the proper support, and environment to get that all done. This just isn't the place.
3) Back to women. I realized I am probably the best ever at two week relationships. I mean, honestly, I might be the King of them, assuming one could be born into such royalty (thanks Dad!) Maybe we can stretch it out a month.... but probably not. After that it normally crumbles like an oreo left in the milk for too long. WHY? If I knew, I would probably fix that. It just seems like everyone I wind up being with, is at a different stage in their life, and it just won't work in the short term. In the long term, everyone is after the same basic things, or at least you hope... but the short term is what makes the difference. Maybe it all could be, that the perfect woman for me, just happens to be overseas.....and I am subconsciously sabotaging each sad excuse for a relationship I jump into, so that she becomes my one, my best choice. Who knows, whooooo knows. Do I believe certain people are meant for eachother, do I think certain people compliment eachother so well, that it's as if they should only be with one another? Yes. Do I believe in fate? No, ew. If I believed in fate, that would be like saying everything I have ever accomplished in life has been predetermined. Gross, who wants that? I'm no puppet, damnit. I guess I'm picky. I eat well, I love all types of food, I am big into exercise and health (minus the whole binge drinking on the weekends, but hey, shutup!) I like to joke around, be sarcastic as much as possible. I live a simple life, but it's a satisfying life.




Man, look at this sappy shit. Slap me, someone. I sound way too sad. Trust me, I might be the happiest, most optomistic person you have ever met. I just want to explain why I say some harsh things sometimes about women. I don't even get hurt, I almost expect it to happen. But it doesn't mean I can't be bitter and shove it back in someone's face when it happens, know what I mean?