dear sarah

i think i might have found the right guy.

he's smart. he's funny. he's musical. he dances.
he paid attention to me for a couple of hours. we talked. he shares a lot of my values and morals and beliefs, which although isn't totally necessary to win me over, isn't all bad.
he's handsome. good-looking? i don't know how to put it.

but.

there's always one. and i'm pretty sure you can guess what it is.
i hate men. i need to go to seattle to find a good one; the good ones who live in small towns like this are either not available or not interested.
i hate this, i hate feeling like this; i'm sure you can relate.
your sympathy is nice, and appreciated, but if there's anything you can do right now, it's be straightforward with me.

i hate this.
i hate love.
i hate.

i thought i'd never hate.

-d