THIS Rhett Butler Will Never Die

i did not have much determination stirred up to make today, Valentine's Day a miserable experience for myself. i am not in any sort of fresh heartbreak that could malaise up my day, and really, if it weren't for the inept platitudes that shallow minded Facebookers float out wishing every one of their contacts happiness today, i might have entirely forgotten that today was February 14th. fact is, i am a lover. i thrive on romance, whether it is my own or simply a lust for romance. and by my own i mainly refer to past experiences where i've felt affectations for another human. currently i am devoid of any emotions for any other physical being that lives in my realm of reality. a year ago, this wasn't so much the truth. last year i lusted for romance with a writer. long story and if you are a longtime reader of my blog, you probably know that i had "a thing" for Francesca Lia Block. i could write my own romance novel about all of the things that happened (and...

Well I hope that I dont fall in love with you cause falling in love just makes me blue, Well the music plays and you display Your heart for me to see, I had a beer and now I hear you Calling out for me And I hope that I dont fall in love with you. Well the room is crowded, people everywhere And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?  Well if you sit down with this old clown, Take that frown and break it, Before the evenings gone away, I think that we could make it, And I hope that I dont fall in love with you. Well the night does funny things inside a man These old tom-cat feelings you dont understand, Well I turn around to look at you, You light a cigarette, I wish I had the guts to bum one, But weve never met, And I hope that I dont fall in love with you. I can see that you are lonesome just like me, And it being late, youd like some some company, Well I turn around to look at you, And you look back at me, The guy youre with has up and split, The chair next to yous free, And I hope th...

I had a very nice Valentine's Day yesterday, and I hope that you did too. My Valentine was not real though. By that I do not mean that "she" was not a real person, she is, but she is not "my love". In fact, yesterday was the first time we had ever met each other in person. Was what we did yesterday even legitimately able to be considered a "date"? I'm not sure. Since it was Valentine's Day and neither of us had loves to spend the day with we dedicated the day to "new friendship". Well, and also to art. I met Julia through the intrepid website Hot or Not , which I joined a number of years ago as a morale boosting endeavor. You all remember how depressed and out of sorts I used to be, right? Well, anyway I've met two people via Hot or Not, in person. One of which was a short lived but very, very good friend; my model Mojo. Things with Mojo fell apart because of the fact that she kept giving me mixed signals about what she wanted to ...