JulieorSarah -> when it just ain't there ... (7/8/2008 2:00:15 AM)
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I have a friend who, like Christ, can feed the massess not with loaves and fishes but with a limp lettuce leaf and a slice of tomato ... a real gift that can be acquired over time. i used to have a husband who if the tomato sauce wasn't in the exact place he felt it should be would advise there wasn't any. it's been officially diagnosed as a generally but not always male affliction. Domestic Blindness a dreadful but avoidable disability. about 5 minutes ago i wrote the 'dear john' email to a lovely man, who i thought would be my Dom ... we both wanted it, and the emails, and phone calls indicated so much common ground. there first meeting was promising, the second a disaster, and yet we went back for a third, as the early signs were so promising, it was worth the effort. He felt we'd revivied it and i felt it confirmed it wasn't going to happen. For me it just ain't there. Why do i feel so guilty for being true to myself? how could i have avoided this.
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