Undone

I think Dating is the most time consuming thing on this planet. I mean, first you have to think of who you want to date, then you have to get the guts to ask them, then you have to plan a date, and pay for it, and pick them up and drive and….

*sighs*

I hate the fact that every date I go on…. I’m in charge. It’s me. I ask the guy– I’m the dominant person on the date, I hate it.

Even when other guys ask me out (which has been all but twice, shocker) I’m still the person who goes and makes conversation, and everything– and I’m tired.

I want to be pampered like a princess, but I won’t be, because no guy believes it…. It’s probably my own fault that no guy believes that I”m a princess. I’m just too stubborn and to… far out there. I feel like I’ve been stuck in a really tall tower– and all the other princesses are getting rescued, but I just have to sit and wait.

I still have to figure out how I’m supposed to rescue myself from the dragon or whatever. I mean– Here I am, princess and all, stuck in this tower, and It feels like every other girl has a prince charming, but me. Me the fairy tale writer says, “she’s too cunning, and witty to be rescued, she scares those princes off. Well this is a conundrum….”

and he leaves me there for lack of anything better to do with me. Just leaves me there. So I have to cut off my own hair, slay my OWN dragon, and then go hunt someone down who wants a partially burnt, short haired princess. You wanna know who wants that?

No one. Not even a blind guy cause of the burnt smell. People can’t get beyond what they see, and the rough exterior to see me.

How can I be so lonely in a world that has 6 billion people. (6,000,000,000)

Happy day Meryl– you are missing the other half of your soul.

Derringer Meryl [Stalker extrordinare] Out