This is the random quote of the day. One of my students busted it out in the middle of wrapping a perm and I about fell on the floor. Any 80’s baby knows that this line is from “Don’t Tell Mom The Babysitters Dead”. For the nostalgia.
The entry below is from a draft I found of an old post. I’m sure I intended to elaborate more on the subject, however I don’t remember exactly why I didn’t post it. It bothers me because maybe two weeks after I wrote that, I came home after my Vegas vacation and broke off that relationship. Just like that I didn’t like him anymore. I’m posting it now because its weird that I felt those feelings for them to just stop. What is WRONG with me??
I have been striking out so bad in the dating department. It’s cause I’m picky, they are too young, too clingy, too boring, too much of a party…just too much. My problem lies in becoming vulnerable. I absolutely try to have complete control over my life and its understandable. For so many years I had absolutely no control over my life. Or so I thought. I allowed drugs and my emotions to govern everything I did. Now that I have taken my life back for myself, I don’t want to give up to anybody. Until now…
Steven, within a week has made me feel all types things that I haven’t felt in years. I mean years. I don’t even know if I felt this way about Jason, considering my feelings for him were driven mostly through chemicals. I would be proud and honored to call him my boyfriend. I don’t see why he wouldn’t be in the near future. I have felt so comfortable with him and already see that he really brings out the best in me.
So there it is. I need to get it together. Maybe I saw the Vegas light. I know I did, and maybe this has more to do with it, than the guy I fucked around with when I was there. Steven turned out to be the stalker type and was just another guy in love with an idea of me, and what I looked like rather then who I am. He wanted to change me, he was attracted to that Britney Spears animal instinct that I have rather then the man that I am. The problem is not with me. The problem is letting people in before I know their intentions. He was a waste of time.