I’ll have to admit, I’ve had my fair share of steamrollered
blogs so we’ll see how long THIS one will last, huh? The true purpose of this
blog will be as a diary of sort to overcome the PTSD of real life, much in the
same way Dr. Watson did in all his BBC glory.
I thought it would be a nice way to reimagine this new blog
by talking about relationships and how life sucks, the same first post I made
in my first blog. How wonderful. After some recent talks with friends and
crazies, we’ve communally decided that; a. douches seem to be the flavour
everyone goes for, b. age ≠ maturity, c. honesty bites but it’s
better than a bed of rotting roses, and d. life sucks. Don’t get me wrong. I
may be a personality-loving, intellectual-chats, and let’s-cuddle kinda guy but
I’m also quite shallow. After having said such a tall list of demands (OH! And
super-tall!) from my potential partner, it is clear I’m not perfect either,
physically or otherwise, but I’d like to think that I’m being honest about what
I want. It just sucks when douchebags and princesses get the nice, hot and cute
guys who have all said qualities above. This complain, by the by, comes from
both teams on the field. P.S. Having a broken gay-dar and being oblivious to
flirtations/being hit on might not help my case but I can still be angry at
men!
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to find some food to eat,
huddle underneath some comforters and try to look for a date to a friend's
wedding online. À bientôt!
