Nobody is my type
Vinny likes me..........I know he does. And I like him, too. Vinny is this Italian Stallion from Brooklyn. He has the NY accent, manly voice, nice body, sick sense of humor, sex appeal, killer smile, and macho attitude with a sweet side to him. I've had this crush on him for some time now and feelings are getting stronger. He wants me to move back home to the East. He told me he'd take care of me, support me, provide for me, wine, dine, and 69 me. He is just my type, too.........totally someone I would go for. But I say that now.........suppose if things aren't what they seem? Suppose if he's not Prince Charming or rather Prince Italian Stallion? Suppose if he's just a Drunken Mule?
Nobody is my type.
I don't think there is that one person who is the "right" one for me. I thought Jon was my type but there is no sex appeal. I thought Rich was my type but things wouldn't work out between us. Now Vinny. His proposition. His voice.
Dammit! I hate when I do this. I fall in love so quickly. How can someone so picky love so quickly? How many times can one fall in love? How many times can one be infactuated? How many times can one be swept off her feet?
As much as I know myself........lil' Miss Adaptable.........I still go with the flow because I love that feeling of being in love. I love seeing my future with someone. I love having crushes and having butterflies in my stomach. I see the world in a different perspective when I'm in love. And it's a good feeling.
Am I difficult to understand? I think I am. I'm so unpredictable. I amuse myself almost everyday by just being me. How can anyone truly understand me and accept me? I'm so much to handle.........but isn't everyone?
I'm no one's type and everyone's type, and everyone is my type and no one is my type. Maybe that's the reason why people can't stay together FOREVER. Seriously.......everyone has a type........but is that who they end up with........and when they get their type........is that who they want to stay with?
"Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell."
- Joan Crawford
Nobody is my type.
I don't think there is that one person who is the "right" one for me. I thought Jon was my type but there is no sex appeal. I thought Rich was my type but things wouldn't work out between us. Now Vinny. His proposition. His voice.
Dammit! I hate when I do this. I fall in love so quickly. How can someone so picky love so quickly? How many times can one fall in love? How many times can one be infactuated? How many times can one be swept off her feet?
As much as I know myself........lil' Miss Adaptable.........I still go with the flow because I love that feeling of being in love. I love seeing my future with someone. I love having crushes and having butterflies in my stomach. I see the world in a different perspective when I'm in love. And it's a good feeling.
Am I difficult to understand? I think I am. I'm so unpredictable. I amuse myself almost everyday by just being me. How can anyone truly understand me and accept me? I'm so much to handle.........but isn't everyone?
I'm no one's type and everyone's type, and everyone is my type and no one is my type. Maybe that's the reason why people can't stay together FOREVER. Seriously.......everyone has a type........but is that who they end up with........and when they get their type........is that who they want to stay with?
"Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell."
- Joan Crawford
posted by Heidi at 1:13 AM
2 Comments:
perfect people are not perfect. they may look it, but their minds are corrupt with ideas of anorexia (sp?) and bulimia to make themselves look like a stick. they think the world revolves around everything and anything they do. they dont understand or appreciate the true art of being a real human being.
and you know what MZ Heidi, i only think that because lots of people critisize themselves. truth be told, im a very good writer, i can draw anything i want to by hand, and i may not be the greatest at spelling, but i have a great vocabulary to make up for it. im smarter in the ways of life than any 14 year old i know and i now i have things to stand up for.
so if you honestly think for one second that all of those things were true, then maybe you are the on who is corrupt and bulimic. why dont you rethink what you said to me, huh?
that's what you get to responding to a 14 yr old's blog.........insecurity at it's fullest and identity crisis at it's peak
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