just found out that my platonic "boyfriend" has met someone. i'm happy for him, but then i have to wonder what the fuck is my damage, heather? i mean, i don't even get asked out anymore. i just get the men and women who comment on the size of my tits. wheee.
moothejew:
In their defense they are pretty spectacular. Someone will ask, I have faith in that. You're too awesome for them not to.
renivalentine:
meh. the optimist in me has gone on holiday. in its place is the realist who has watched every person that i have ever cared about go off and marry the wrong person and then still been the one to smile and politely nod while listening to the horror stories about marrying the wrong person.