don't blog angry. DON'T BLOG ANGRY

It's not like I didn't know where the conversation was going.

I think it was because despite you saying you'd been thinking really hard about what to say and that it pained you to say it at all, the fact is we've had this talk three times now. Unfortunately your short term memory is so fucked you can never remember we've had the talk. I used to think this was because you'd fucked yourself up with drugs but the more i go on the more i think it may be because you're stupid.

This is the pattern we follow.

We hang out.

We hang out more and more.

We stop spending time with anyone else and just stay together.

We start sharing a bed again.

We start sharing everything again.

Our hugs last longer.

Our kisses last longer.

The L word starts being bandied around.

We have the talk where we decide to just be friends.

Our hugs last longer and i swear i felt your tongue when we kissed goodnight.

Everyone except us knows we're together.

You go to Perth for the weekend. You meet someone.

We have the other talk. The one like we had last night.

The talk where you tell me that I'm your best friend but that if you're really honest with yourself then you have to admit I'm not only too old for you but also too fat and not pretty enough... and at the end of the day you can do much better.

Of course you don't want to hurt my feelings and it's not personal.

Baby... it is personal. I'm a person.

Do you really think you're my ideal partner?

You're not very bright, hugging you is like holding bones and to be completely honest you have the smallest penis i've ever come across... and i've come across quite a few... because i'm so old.

But I love you despite.

I love you more than anyone.

So, yes, i was hurt by our talk last night.

I'm hurt because we're here again.

And here's what will happen...

You'll become smitten with the new Perth guy.

You'll freak him out. He'll stop calling.

You'll 'decide' maybe you don't like this guy after all.

You'll come back to me and say you're confused about everything.

You'll say maybe you're not confused... and maybe we should be together.

I'll meet someone else.

You'll decide you're not confused and you definately want us to be together.

I'll say you're too late then stew on it for two weeks.

I'll come back to you.

You'll go to Perth for the weekend.

You'll come home and say that we need to talk.

I hate you.

I hate that i love you so much. I fucking hate it.