This is blog of a woman who didn't know what she wanted and so chased after dreams and men in search of the answers...drunken hilarity ensued. Then one day she met a man who was everything she wanted, but he wasn't so sure. Then she did the unthinkable; after they broke up she gave him this blog address and she let him into her mind as well as her heart. Unbelievably, even after sorting through the sordid archives of failed relationships, one night stands and her lusty (and embarassing) pursuit to secure the heart of a certain young line cook, John somehow managed to fall in love with her too. Melina and John were married a little over six months after they started dating, running away to Las Vegas to seal the deal. You can imagine what the over/under bet was to see if they'd even make it a year!! Over a year later and they are still going strong...this blog has become their story. Need to tell me something? Email me at Melinalovesjohnny at gmail dot com
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Friday, January 21, 2005
Further Proof That I Need Professional Help Part II
So this is where S feels that it is the appropriate time to speak to me. Perhaps he didn't see the frozen glare I sent him when he spoke to me previously. He really isn't all that perceptive. He's drunk and he's seething mad and a little obsessed really. He launches his drunken tirade with an attention getter. "It's so great to see you in the flesh, I never thought I'd see you again. Every night I masturbate to thoughts of you." How does a girl respond to that? She doesn't, she just raises a quizzical eyebrow...and laughs inwardly, not outwardly because S is obviously a nutjob, a trait that I must find stunning in a man. With no real response from me he continues. "You know I always thought that you and I were so much alike, you have the same screws loose...(pauses and slugs down a half a mug of beer)...there's something not right with you! You're looking for a man who's not out there! You're never going to get him!" I respond.
"Drk's right behind the counter." (poking the bear with a stick in the eye)
S gives a drunken glare to Drk, who saunters past me with that "trainwreck thought in his head again."
To be continued after I return from lunch!
posted by Melina at 7:08 AM