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I guess I should have elucidated. (Lookit, Haus, I've used a BIG word just for your benefit! No, seriously) In my entire dating career, despite the affection I have held for any person, I have always fucked around on them. No exceptions. It didn't matter. This is how it's always gone. Spike is not the exception. (Lookit again, My. Boy. Friend.) This is just how I am. Or rather how I don't want to be. But yet again, there it was, staring me in the face. And I want to know, given my family history, is this how it's going to be?
I dig you, Haus (though it doesn't mean much, I'm sure), but anybody, is this how it has to be for me? And if it's so simple as changing, if it's so simple as saying, "Fuck that, right, I'm not going after anyone that fancies me or that I fancy," then obviously you're the better person. |
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