Kittens, my Kittens-
At one point, I had a goal, which had to do with this girl. There is a fabulous woman in my life, and I had a goal to spend more time with her, find out if she was with anybody, and maybe (if I was lucky enough), advance our relationship a little. So, I e-mailed her, we talked, flirted a bit
, and I asked (in a roundabout way, mind you) if she was seeing anybody. She didn't mention a special somebody, so, silly me, I thought I had a chance. Heh. Today, I was talking with her in the Women's Centre on campus, said we missed each other, cause we hadn't been hanging out, long story short, we made plans for supper! Yay. No, not yay. Later on, as I'm helping her with an assignment, I mention how she says "Yeah" alot, how it's very much "her" word. Then she makes reference to how her new girlfriend particularly likes the way she says "Yeah". So...
. I feel so stupid. And sad. My day has sucked. New goals include joining a nunnery, monastery, priestess-camp type thing, living in a cave away from girls who break my heart, etc.
Other (less depressing, more realistic) goals include drinking less, smoking less, getting back into shape, (how Bridget Jones of me) being attracted only to people who aren't crazy and who I actually have a chance with, finishing the degree I'm working on and moving on to the next, settling down, having kids eventually as well as adopting another doggie. And maybe trying my hand at W/T fanfic in between.
Elise