Preppy is the New Hipster

You can break up with someone you aren't dating. I know, I did it today. It hurts. I don't know why it hurts so much, it wasn't going anywhere. The one day a week I saw him was always so nice, sweet, smart, cute. I liked his hairy shoulders, and the way he titled his head and adjusted his glasses when he liked what I had to said.
I did all of the things that girls aren't supposed to do. I fell too hard. I over-analyzed. I imagined a future with those hairy little shoulders. I always do these things. I should accept that they are part of my emotional wardrobe.
He has some big important job. It was sexy. I know it is bizarre to think of a job as sexy, but it was. Oddly enough, I didnt really like hearing about it much. I knew that there was more to him than his intimate relationship with a certain man named Richard. There was, but unfortunately, he spent all of his time at his job. He seemed committed to a certain life of emotional celibacy. I like to think that if he would have let himself, he might have fallen for me too.
I know it is for the best. Besides he told me that he doesn't dance. This will simply not do for me. I love, I mean LOVE to dance. MPC didn't dance either, and he was also emotionally unavailable...hmmm a correlation? If someone could explain why I am attracted to this type please enlighten me.
I think that the next time I find myself meeting a young gentleman and there might be a possibility to kiss him, I will immediately ask him if he dances. If he doesnt, I am going to run like hell in the other direction.
I am feeling a bit blue, but I am proud of myself. I am on my way to really being able to understand what I need in another person. I must accept that these things are not unreasonable, and be happy and excited to find the other piece of my puzzle.
So RSK is over. I will forge ahead. Say goodbye to the summer sleepovers, NE, 7-up, those hairy shoulders and recognize that the seasons are changing. I also need to thank my dear friends for still keeping me, even though I cried in my omlette this morning.