At any point, she could flip out and start sleeping with a guy named John who works at the art mueseum. Then she'll always go to the art mueseum, and will ask if you want to go, knowing you don't want to go.
And if you say you want to go, she will change it somehow so that you can't go.
And you'll think she just likes art, but she doesn't. She likes guys that like art. She doesn't know why either.
And if you ask her while she's taking a line of coke with John, she might just mention something about how insightful he is.
Then you'll be forced to realize that this isn't a problem with you. This is a problem with her.
She is the flakey, self centered sort of girl that would get involved with John, and the concept of anything otherwise was you protecting yourself.
You were a normal, nice enough guy. But you didn't work at an art muesuem.
You didn't thrill her, because you already happened. You were done.
You were ready to be content in your relationship, while she was still wanting to be thrilled by something that she wanted to be but couldn't.
Something she could have amazement in to counteract her own feelings of meaninglessness. To counter the feeling every time she looks in the mirror.
-p2
2005-10-02 - still gone
2005-02-03 - We've moved!
2005-01-30 - I'll take a #3 please
2005-01-26 - The Matrix Has You
2005-01-26 - Lowered standards.
