everybody who's ever nestled in my comfort zone knows that i'm a wreck at handling romance. at the moment i'm at the stage of being a total biatch comtemplating ending a loooooooooong term thingy that i have with you-know-who and also (comtemplating) pursuing new-found crushes. i totally fail at both. the latter, mostly. (this must be the age thingy. i hate being ancient.)
oh yeah, back to books. it's kinda dificult to explain how paras 1 and 2 above are related. anyway, shortcutting it all, i knew i had to get "he's just not that into you" yesterday - and pronto.
told a friend (whom i think is in dire need of "she's not that into you") that it can look rather stupid to spend X much on a self-help book on romance of all things but i need to get myself sorted. now that i'm done with the book, it feels a little sad that i did all the crappy DON'Ts many years ago to secure you-know-who for moi and now that you-know-who has well-reformed i'm doing the same things he did to me then. man, i'm a walking disaster alright.
is there still hope for selfish lunatics like moi? greg behrendt says "Don't waste the pretty". what if the *pretty chooses to go wasted while knowing that 10 years down the road she may be mourning for mr. shoulda-woulda-coulda?
*for the record, i'm not implying that i regard myself so highly to call moi 'pretty'. honestly. you know what i mean.