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Still not ready to dish on last night... can't help it. My brain's to crowded, too clouded - I may end up just spilling everything onto the screen & sorting it out later. It's just so draining you know? To go through all your thoughts like that? To try and figure out exactly what you ARE, in fact, thinking & what's motivating those thoughts?

So what's a girl to do while avoiding her own thoughts? Feed her addictions of course! At least one of the kinder, gentler ones... quizzes. I put the blame for this addiction squarely on Dennis. So please feel free to complain to him when I start posting them regularly instead of the sordid details of my love life...
So I was flipping through some of Ashley's links & before you know it I was at OK Cupid Taking their "love-personality" qizzythingamabob. So, whaddya think folks, am I a Peach, or what?

The Peach
Random Gentle Love Master
Playful, kind, and well-loved, you are The Peach

For such a warm-hearted, generous person, you're surprisingly experienced in both love and sex. We credit your spontaneous side; you tend to live in the moment, and you don't get bogged down by inhibitions like most women your age. If you see something wonderful, you confidently embrace it.

You are a fun flirt and an instant sweetheart, but our guess is you're becoming more selective about long-term love. It's getting tougher for you to become permanently attached; and a guy who's in a different place emotionally might misunderstand your early enthusiasm. You can wreck someone simply by enjoying him.

Your ideal mate is adventurous and giving, like you. But not overly intense.

Dread: The False Messiah Consider: The Loverboy, The Playboy, Or The Boy Next Door

Personally, I'd say it was pretty dead on. Certainly the best match amongst the other possible personalities for women: The Nymph, Half Cocked, The Maid Of Honor, The Stiletto, The Window Shopper, The Wild Rose, The Dirty Little Secret, The Playstation, The Priss, The Sudden Departure, The Intern, The Nurse, The Battle Axe, The Sonnet, Genghis Khunt

And just because I know you're hooked now, (& I'm sweet like that) here are the possibilities for the guys: The Loverboy, The Billy Goat, The Playboy, The Mixed Messenger, The Slow Dancer, The Hornivore, The Pool Boy, The False Messiah, The Manchild, The Bachelor, The Boy Next Door, The 5 Night Stand, the vapor trail, The Backrubber, The Gentleman, The Last Man On Earth

I think there have definitely been a few "False Messiahs" in my life, but I think as of late it's been mostly "5 night stands", "Backrubbers" & "Billy Goats". Somebody find me a Boy-Next-Door already, alright?

Okay, here's some mild rantings in place of a proper post...
Someone made a point last night about how they won't do ecstasy anymore because as great as it is that night, the next few days are just painful in that "I'm so miserable I want to die" kind of way. It occurred to me today that I feel that way about the boys. I mean I was so "on" last night it was nearly ridiculous... you'd have thought I was on uppers or something... I was just happy & dancy & drinking & having a blast. And this was not lost on the boys either. Collectively they were very sweet & flirtatious and I honestly had my fill of attention pretty much all night. So why then, should I be so miserable today? I barely had a twinge of a headache this morning, but this is like some sort of freakish attention-hangover. And it lends itself to lots of thoughts like, what in the hell am I doing? do i really even like any of them, or am i just enjoying another stint in the spotlight? and could i even BE happy with any of them anyways? and I'm left wondering if it's really worth the high of being around the boys if I know I'm going to feel so low afterwards...