Ha. Never mind any mention of Andrew in previous posts. He broke up with me Wednesday night. More confused and somehow full of dread than anything else. Back to those halcyon days of whoremongering and solitary drunkenness.
Sex sober or with feeling is cheap and overrated. Let that be what I take away from my experience with the two guys I tried to date. Let that be my epitaph, for Christ's sake.
Between stale and pathetic, I don't even have scathing comments or a torrential outburst of words. Perhaps I have become passionless.
And I'm silly, stupid, childish, naive, for buying into that illusory kind of beauty.
How completely out of character.
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vicky, i love you.
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