In our life time, we have the fortunate (or for some, unfortunate) pleasure of meeting someone you truely love. Someone, that no matter where life takes both of you, be you seperated by continents, violently swept up by a tornado or a stampede of emus in mating season, whatever the case may be, no matter the distance, there will always be love in your heart for them. This has happened to me only twice. The second time proved to be my downfall, because I really love her, but she is fucking crazy!!!!

Ive lived in the Boston area for about two and a half years now and the first year there was spent frantically searching for some people I could relate to, a network of friends to rely on. Having accomplished this, I could move on to step 2., finding a mate. This proved MUCH harder then I thought, but luckily for me, I had friends, who knew cute friends, who in turn met me-simpliflying the job (compliments of Ms. K.H.C.). I found a girl who find me as amusing as I found her, which is a rare occasion for me (first flag should have gone up).

We went on a few days and everything was going well. In fact, things went well all the way till the end till she said “I dont want to be exclusive anymore.” Like I said, I love her to death, but shes fucking crazy! This, in all honesty should be a god send to me, to have the priviledge of sleeping with as many women as I want and have no regrets, but this was two months after being together. For two months nothing but sappy words of affection towards each other, like two overly passionate highschool lovers. And for two months I had the best sex I have ever had in my 23 years of living, why is it that the girls good in bed are always the ones crazy in the head.



And I love now, so much that I would walk to end of the earth for her…











…….but shes fucking crazy.