I lived option A many times growing up... it might have been "purified torture" at the time, but in hindsight, I was growing up and into my hormones. It's all kinda silly and embarassing now.
Guess about six years ago I went through option B. She was what many would probably call a "crazy-psycho *****". Had she been margianally attractive, I may have at least pursued a shallow, physical relationship, but... well, no dice there. Anyhoo, we had nothing in common, and I honestly have no idea what she saw in me. :|
Since then I've pretty much made myself a husk, as far as love goes. Not giving up on it entirely; I'm relatively sure there's someone out there like me with just re-arranged chromosomes...
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I'm not as bitter and cynical as I may seem... honest.
