The End of an Era

After a month, I reach this conclusion:
He thinks I'd make a good prosecutor, with the way I twist people's words around? Well I think he'll make a wonderful politician, the way he takes other people's word for what he should find out himself, the way he dodges important questions, and the way he mangles reality so he sees what he wants to see.

And now I'm done blogging about him. For good.

Man #1

"We are not connected in any way."

So, are we friends?

"I haven't decided, but truth be told probably not. I very much doubt I'll willingly talk to you of my own accord."

"Got some interesting information last night. Definitely didn't expect it, and for some reason it kinda hurt. So I just said fuck it, I'm ending things now."

"I'm not gonna leave myself in a position to get hurt. Not my style."

Some Other Favourite Text Messages

"Easily a 9, maybe even a 9.5. There isn't much you need to do to get better lol." -- Man #1

"I had no idea you had a thing for me! I knew you're having a hard time, so I wouldn't mind if you leaned on me for the duration." -- Man #2

"I love you, though I dunno why you love me either." -- Man #1

"I love bums!" "Doesn't that require a lot of lubricant?" "Yeah. it's called elbow grease." "Okay. Just don't tear any sphincters." -- Man #2 and myself

"I can't do this. You just broke up with one of my best friends. I'm sure you recognize the situation this would put us in... I'm not saying you were going to come over and demand whoopi, I just want to avoid misinterpretation. We can meet up tomorrow though?" -- Man #2

"...I meant other peeps misinterpreting what we're doing. I mean it's 3 a.m." -- Man #2

"I love u hannah ;)" -- Nathan

"I want you to stay." -- Man #1

"Hahahaha I know. And I love you for that." -- Man #1