Had a lovely dinner and chat with A last night. He called me up and asked if I could meet him near the lake. So I cycled over, (first time I'd got on my bike in about 4 years, A wanted me to get back on it so we could cycle together!), and met him for dinner.
It was a heartbreaking conversation in some ways, totally great in others. We totally love each other, and dig hanging out, and that was so nice to hear from him. He really loves my company, he just isn't sexually attracted.
I get the feeling from what he said that he'd be more into Angelina Jolie, and I more physically resemble Drew Barrymore. I can see how that wouldn't work for him.
He also pointed out (these are my words not his) that I'm more looking for Marylin Manson, and he's more Adrian Brody. Haha. That's true. Hadn't thought of it like that.
He put it well and tactfully, but that wound is still hurting my chest this morning. Life isn't fucking fair sometimes, is it? Here is this perfect guy, we get on on so many levels, why not that one too?
I wish I could change that, but I have to accept that I can't.
At least I know I will have a companion, a movie-buddy, somebody to take the occasional road trip with, or on dates when it's socially acceptable to take a very cute guy along, and that's really nice. We are taking a road trip on Sunday together which will be a lot of fun, too.
OK, so how do I let Manson know the perfect girl for him is right here waiting?? ;-)
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