Perpetual inventory, DOS based operating systems, UPS codes, product codes… It is like I’m Charlie Brown and A. is the teacher. My eyes have glazed over, of that I’m sure. And… there is drooling. Yup. Catatonic.

I’m not sure what the fuck I was thinking when I got into this relationship.

Yeah, yeah, yeah… I was thinking: Great Sex! Hot Bod!

Now I want to shoot myself in the head every time he talks. No! I mean it! This has to be how it happens. This is how someone bores you to death. And, I’m stuck. How the hell do you break up with someone who is, for all practical purposes, perfect? How do you tell them they are Mr. Wonderful, but Jesus H. Tap Dancing Christ, they are boring when they aren’t fucking you? And really, a vibrator does the job faster, cleaner and better than the other guy.

If I married him, I’d need a boy friend on the side to keep me entertained. Not for sex, for conversation.

GAH!!

I’m going to have to come to terms with the fact that there is no one out there. NO. ONE. I’m too picky. I want it all: chemistry, looks, brains, fun and good conversation. I want a genie to pop out of my next Diet Coke can and grant me the perfect man. I don’t want to settle.

Damn it, I’m not going to settle!

P.S. I'm aware that this all or nothing thinking is bad, but GOD he is boring. You'd agree with me! Honest!