Onward and upward

I'm glad that I'm a realist. Told the musical soulmate dick that I'd see him never because, let's face it, that's the likelihood. Around him I might as well be a gay guy, so there's no serious incentive to pursue him, and we never really hung out or were friends, so there's no point in trying to have a legitimate friendship with him. Plus, there's the whole issue of picking on him excessively. I feel bad about it, I really do, but he's an easy target and I just can't help myself, so that automatically makes me not want to really be his friend because friends don't treat each other the way I've treated him. Instead, I'll listen to "Girl All The Bad Guys Want" by Bowling For Soup a dozen times and get over my mushy feelings for him. It's better this way.