Fight's A Brewin'

23rd November 2009

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no one’s good enough

so i was facebook stalking as usual and i was looking at pictures of some guy i don’t know and i immediately drew the conclusion in my mind that i would never date him, even though i didn’t know him. then i caught myself thinking this and i wondered why i had drawn that conclusion in the first place. then i realized that this guy had a pimple on his cheek. and because of that one imperfection, i couldn’t be seen dating him. now it has me thinking and ranting. so now i’m taking a step back and analyzing every guy i’ve ever met, dated, wanted to date, didn’t want to date, even just seen for a brief passing in a place where i’ll never see them again. i notice that i have a tendency to test every guy within the first 3 seconds of seeing them. this test is to prove to me that i would be okay being seen with you in public. i say to myself “are there any major apperance issues that might cause people to ridicule me for ever think about dating them?” if the answer is no, then thanks for playing, but you’re being voted off the island. if the answer is yes, then congrats, you have another shot at love with sarah abrahamson. are you interested? if yes, then i find any other possible behavior issues that might cause me to not want you to hang out with my friends because they’ll think you’re dumb. if i find something, good game, but you are the weakest link, goodbye. if i don’t, then you’re gonna be on the next episode. fighting for my love. well it’s the semi-finals and you’ve almost made it! now it’s time to meet my bitch side, hope you’re ready. if you make me seem like more of a bitch, or act like you don’t give a fuck, then you will not be recieving a rose tonight. if you handle it the way i find fitting for you in general, then you’re going to the season finale, i hope you win! then i’ll ask you to marry me, and it’ll be your choice. if you decide that you wanted to be here just for the publicity, and not really for me, then you really know how to turn a bitch’s game around on herself, and for that i applaud you, and for that, i mourn your rejection. but if you say yes, oh boy you’ve hit the jackpot! and you better love every second of it. but wait, the tests are over. if you were to be so lucky as to make it to season 2, i would look in your eyes constantly, watch your every move. if your eyes say “i don’t really like you, but i think you’re hot,” then you’re done. but…if you’re eyes say “i’m really happy i’m here right now with you, i wish this could last forever, i love you,” then by george! you must be an angel, or a damn good trickster. i would then test the sex. if it’s good, you’re home free. if it’s bad though, pack up your shit and leave. then if you make it past that stage, i then look back into your eyes and if they say “now that she gave it up, i don’t have to try to like her anymore,” then fuck you. i had complete faith in you. but if you miraculously have eyes that say “i love her more than ever.” then i’m pretty sure i’m dreaming. but you’ll leave. and i’ll tell myself that i need you. then a month later i’ll look back and think, “why did i even like them, they weren’t good enough.”

no one’s good enough.

except you, nikki. you’re good enough.