Spinning empty bottles.

After eons of not stumbling upon to such rarity it was such a privilege. Exchanging playful banters and coy simpers. It was a reminiscent of the beginning of the ideal rom-com. Eff you,western oriented rom-coms. And so my anticipations for the opposite sex skyrocketed. This particular specimen however,did not fit the Adonis-like features. It was predominantly the comical factor that played such an influential role in this liason. Illustrates that,underneath the whole feminist oriented person,there is that doe eyed adolescent that yearns a filling to that void. Once its validated,you tend to view it as ideal,immaculate. Absent of flaws and immaculate. Nonetheless,time struts delicately and you're confined to the soils,(previously frolicking in seventh heaven) with the deductions of rationality. It dawned on me,how immensely fucked up it is and how much emotional tendencies only results in irrationality and naivety. How does one deviate from studies-driven and absent of puerile needs path?

Now here's the fun stuff. My everyday pals are the ludicrous fusion of Rosie O'Donnell and a slightly raunchy Dianna Agron.

So lesbians,call me up.