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2002-02-06 - 1:24 a.m.|I hate the mushy stuff! I hate romance. I hate Valentine's Day. I never played with dolls, and I don't like babies. I don't like it when I'm out with a guy and he buys me a flower from the flower lady. One Valentine's Day when I was a senior in high school, my boyfriend gave me a jockstrap, a calculator, and an ugly GSU baseball cap. I thought I could get a mutually beneficial relationship going with Mr Youngun, but he wanted to cuddle. We tried to watch a movie, but he either had his arm around me, his hand on my knee, or was kissing me for no reason. We went out to dinner, and he wanted to hold my hand and stare deep into my eyes. It seems like guys think girls want romance, so they think they are supposed to act a certain way to get laid. Well, he would've gotten laid if he'd quit acting that way! As it is, he went away mad. I have dated: two native American alcoholic drug using electricians (not at the same time), a guy who had a sex change so he could be a lesbian (after we were together), and damn, I can't think of anything weirder than that guy. I've been out there dating for almost thirteen years. Enough is enough. Unless any of you happen to know a non romantic, geeky musician who looks good in eyeliner.
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