Lovers are Crazy

Just polished off my midnight snack. I didnt have anything to eat at the bar tonight. Althought the steak quesadilla was calling my name.

Today I did something, out of my ordinary. I wrote to someone on craigslist personal ad. he wrote me back, eventually I wrote him back. A response hasnt come back in. Maybe, I dont fit what he is looking for. Oh well. No harm no foul I guess.

Lovers are crazy. Love is pretty crazy to. There are so many people I love in this world.

However, I dont love the guy at the bar that asked ME to buy him a drink. Sorry, I dont play that poor fisherman routine.

Love is weird. And lovers are weirder. Music played today that rang in my ears, emotions I was feeling, him reachign out to me and me to blinded by my depression to see it. Music that rang with emotions I could of only wish to have had to avoid all of this. Emotions I have 1 to many of now.

I enjoyed my little night out however, and tomorrow night i'm gonna go dancing at some fundraiser for a local theme camp. It was just 2 drinks out at the bar. Just 6+2.

damn.. I want him. Its now when it hits, and the lonelyness of the situation hurts themost.
I heard at the bar, so where is your husband, I never answered that question, as He (the fisherman) just wanted a free drink fromme anyway.

Did i mention how much Im craving all I cant have.
This candy store better open soon.