What Sign of Affection Are You?

Yeah, right.

You know those couples where everyone decides that one partner must be really good in bed (or have some other hidden attribute that my hormonal self can't currently focus on) because the other person is just so much better looking, talented and generally more interesting? They're so special that you simply can't imagine why they'd choose to be with mr/miss average, and it makes the world seem sort of nicer, this idea that everyone is special, and average people can be loved by special people. And such.

Manwhore and I would have been such a couple. A mutual friend pointed out the stress and heartache that I had been saved from - "If you were together you'd be permanently paranoid - everyone wants him."

I haven't torn myself to pieces wondering what I did wrong (as I thought I would). I'm working this quiet acceptance and blocking out the memories of his kisses.

Also, enormous thanks to a fellow diarist for showing me the other side of this story. She's currently engaged in a similar messy situation where she plays the part of manwhore. A boy is crazy about her and she's unsure of what she wants. Her boy's text messages ring with recognition for me, they are exactly what I wanted to send on friday night. Through hearing her feelings I have gained a different insight, and I'm sorry for the times I've judged her situation by my own and said things a best friend shouldn't.

Oh, and don't worry about me on account of this entry's title. I just like the lyric.

< - >

* the marks of memories forgotten
* wasting emotions, over again
* intentions, and such
* nothing unusual, nothing's changed - just a little older, that's all (damien rice : amie)
* now I understand! It doesn't make sense because it isn't supposed to