Preppy is the New Hipster

Friday, December 15, 2006

 

Fake break up with fake boyfriend deaux

Fair warning: If girls bitching about their relationships doesn’t float your boat I would stop reading this now.

So I have had enough, I have reached my limit. I don’t want to see RSK anymore for a long time. Nothing in particular has set this off, I mean an unreturned text message at midnight, not really a big deal, but it is unfair to me.
I don’t know why this is so hard for me. Actually I do. When I think of someone that I want to date, RSK appears well he doesn’t actually appear, but a lot of things about him appear. First his style rules. I mean as much as he would never admit it, he is almost a preppy hipster. Black pants, blue button down, all black vans, plastic framed glasses. I mean it doesn’t get much more PH than that. He is really more of a republican hipster, but he is close. He smart too. He is soo fucking smart, I love it. His vocabulary knocks my socks off. I feel smarter just being around him. Any question that I have about anything that is going on in the world he can answer me, and explain it to me. That is awesome. He is not afraid to complain and be pissed off about things. I know this is a weird characteristic to like, but it is the way I am too, not all rosy and cheery and everything is going to be great kind of thing, just normal, pissed to work so much, pissed when his phone rings. I like that. He likes good film, and he knows good film, which is even better. He respects old things. There are so many things that make me really happy, but what good is all of that when you cant see him, because he is tied up at work, or two exhausted from working 80 hours a week. What good is one morning of intimacy when I want to be there for spontaneous intimacy? What is the point of good sex when it just leaves me wanting more, and I cant even talk to him about how I feel. I know I like him more than he likes me, and for a while I was okay with that, but I feel like my feelings are going to explode and he is not being fair. Alcohol doesn’t help. I feel younger than him, I am younger than him, but not being in control of my emotions makes me feel especially young. So its over. I have erased him from my phone, completely even call logs and inboxes and outboxes.

Comments:
Of course he respects old things, look who he works for, an administration which is an homage to the past and unchanging views of the world.
 
I know isn't it great, so classic, like a black and white film.
 
In that case, please tell me he'd call you "kid."
 
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