1. He just ****ing met her, dude. He felt this same exact way about blue vest girl. The first girl he met at the goth club, too. Trust me, I bet you a month or two later he'll be talking like this about another girl.

2. That's not my point. My point is if it doesn't work out not to dwell on how he ****ed up his chances with 'the one'. For once nihilism brings forth an optimistic view on life so why drown him in the dread of "you may never meet another one" when statistically he's more than likely able to find many more.

There's always another one and only love.

I wonder who will be the next after Blue Vest and Pregnancy Scare?

A nice conservative lady

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Nah, Lucem. He should dwell on what he did, because he did a stupid thing, and rumination is typically how we humans learn from bad experiences. And being sad makes Post Punkers more creative anyway. They don't even know what to do with happiness.

Finding someone who will touch your genitals is easy. Finding someone who will do that who actually has a personality that you enjoy is mildly difficuly. But finding someone like that who also knows Fad Gadget's real name and is also willing to put up with Elph's pretentiousness? That's lottery lucky.

Follow your dick, Elph. And this time, wear a condom.

Dr. Plank recommends that you **** at least one crazy chick. Just make sure you have a rock-solid, fool-proof escape plan. You're welcome, and/or I apologize.

I don't know, but I feel like this whole idea of soul mates is just an annoying concept the more I think about it.

So we're taught all of our lives that we need this one person in the whole world to feel complete as if love or relationships are a tangible material we can possess and not a fleeting moment in time that we experience. I feel like we naturally fall in and out of love with several different people in our lives based on the fact that we are continually growing and learning and changing as time goes on. This whole idea that there is a one that is more special or meaningful than the rest is just a dangerous thought. Because you'll find one, fall madly in love, and perhaps it stays that way for a long long time. To the point where you are so comfortable with each other that the idea of separating is scary. Eventually you may fall out of love and unfortunately do to these ideas we are conditioned to believe so many people try to force that feeling to come back even though it's passed because they convinced themselves they have some how obtained love rather than experienced it. And the closest thing you ever get to feeling that fleeting emotion again is through small bits of nostalgia that you force out based on the idea that you will never experience love again if you leave.

Seriously though, pulling out in time isn't that difficult.
I just have to assume that you were really ****ing wasted.

I almost went on a date with a crazy chick (well, "crazy" is more like it). She had to cancel because she got a worse diagnosis and had to stay at the mental hospital for treatment. True story.

I was fine with bi-polar. Then she got an outright schizo diagnosis and I was somewhat thankful that I didn't have to make up excuses to cancel.