Now, I know most of my friends would never have had this problem.
You meet a girl, you get on well, enjoy her company, love her smile and want to run your hands through her hair. Only she wants you to be born again in the love of Christ.
Advice for my future self. Put down the idea, and move back from it with your hands in the air. Then turn and run, and keep running, and don't look back.
This is not an obstacle that can be ignored.
She herself describes her and her kind as peculiar - and this allows me to phrase the question that I would otherwise consider to be slightly offensive: Why do I seem to have a taste for peculiar girls?
Feeling bitter that this simply can not be any different. If I get my way then that would involve her getting hurt. If she gets her way, then...well I can only consider that would have involved me going insane, which I don't want too much. Not even for a squeeze.
I have not dealt with this properly yet. I will do tomorrow, Sunday, when....? Facing facts is not my strongest suit. I always believe there are options. And there always are options though there is a time for decisions - picking the best option and going with it.
Sometimes the best is not concrete. It is amorphous, you can't touch it or feel it's positiveness. You just have to believe it. An exercise in faith of my own.
Saturday, 28 July 2007
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