It's official

Alrighty, guys. I am not sure if people still read this or not, but what the heck, I figure I'll give this a shot. For the sake of brevity, I am going to spread the news via the internet: things did not work out between me and Michele. Here is a summary of my feelings, so you all know, without me having to explain the same thing six (6) times.

Yes, it is a bummer, but not too bad. I had a pretty strong feeling this was coming, and had not invested much emotion into it. However, there is a greater feeling of disappointment regarding relationships in general.

The most exciting prospect about having a girl, to me, was not having to constantly think about how to meet people, and forcing myself to do things I am not terribly interested in just because there is a chance to meet someone.

Also, I have further evaluated my record with girls, and I would say I have gone out with roughly 20 girls, to some extent, and have felt a genuine connection to no more than one (1) of them. These are pretty crap odds, if you ask me. I don't know how most everyone I know (save Matt and Darren) has done it. Really.

Oh, and if anyone was going to suggest that I go gay, I have considered this myself at several points in my life. I would say the only thing stopping me from that is I find butt sex really gross, and usually my butthole is totally raw from my constant diarrhea anyway. Also, the thought of making out with other guys is really gross to me, and I find most gay people to be pretty irritating.

Alright, there you have it. I don't need six (6) people asking me how I am doing and being sympathetic and what not. I am fine, just a bit bummed, but such is life. Really, what would be more helpful than anything, is if you guys could all either try pretty hard to hook me up with some chicks (preferably with low self-esteem), OR pitch in to buy me a russian bride.

Wishbone

No one gets what they want, according to the ancient chinese tradition of breaking the wishbone. And by no one, I mean Pamera and I.