What a loss to spend that much time with someone, only to find out that she’s a stranger.
Why do I fall in love with every woman I see who shows me the least bit of attention?
Constantly talking isn’t necessarily communicating.
Are we like those bored couples you feel sorry for in restaurants? Are we the dining dead? I can’t stand the idea of us being a couple people think that about.
If only I could meet someone new. I guess my chances of that happening are somewhat diminished, seeing that I’m incapable of making eye contact with a woman I don’t know.
Sand is overrated. It’s just tiny, little rocks.
Random thoughts for Valentine’s Day, 2004. Today is a holiday invented by greeting card companies to make people feel like crap.
