And now for some shameless self promotion.

I added more of my fiction works-in-progress to my other website. I also put up the complete versions of the finished books. I would love some feedback on the unfinished stuff, if any of y'all are interested in reading!! (I'll take feedback on the finished stuff too; I'm not picky.) There's a pretty good variety of fiction - middle grade fun stuff, YA, and whacked out adult fiction. READ IT!!! I have writer's block - I need some direction. Even if you just read the first paragraph of one of the works-in-progress and tell me it sucks, at least I'll know not to keep wasting my time on that project....

The one about the fairies seems to be popular with readers of all ages. My guinea pig children have enjoyed it, and a friend who snuck a peek at it while I was in the shower demanded to know where the rest of it is, so I presume she liked it. The rest is not written yet, but it's getting there....

So I hung out with that boy again last night. He's a nice boy, pretty attractive - the sort you'd bring home to mum and dad and they would be happy about it. The only problem is that those sorts of boys are most definitely not my type. This is more my type:
I don't care what anyone says - Rob Zombie is magically delicious! :D

Part of me - some small, idealistic voice in the back of my head - is telling me to go for it. It's the part of me that likes the IDEA of being in a relationship. Boyfriends are a nice normal thing to have. There's some kind of weird security in having a boyfriend, right? It seems that way, and part of me wants to be normal and secure.

But the louder voice that is closer to my real self is like f*ck that.

I go through this weird boy-cycle more often than I'd like. I meet a nice boy, go out with him a few times, decide that maybe I want to be his "girlfriend;" and then my real brain suddenly kicks in and I'm like WTF AM I DOING?!?! and I make a run for it. I think I should just quit while I'm ahead on this one, because I know that if I keep going, I WILL eventually leave him in the dust and run screaming back to my single life.

I can't help it. I really do prefer being alone. It's a control thing, I guess. If I can't control his every waking moment and his personality, then I see no point in keeping him around. And I get so bored so easily. Unless you can make me laugh - like REALLY keep me amused, then maybe I'll keep you around. But so far, only 2 boys in my personal history have managed to keep me laughing long enough to avoid being tossed aside like a used tissue. At present, one of them is dead, and the other one... Well, there's a few choice words I would have for him, but if you can't say anything nice, then don't say anything at all, right?

There's the Intimacy Problem as well. I'm sure that's the largest issue, but it's not going away anytime soon. I don't like being touched. At all. Ever. In order for me to be physically intimate with a boy, I need to be either SH*TFACED drunk, or on some serious drugs. Never marijuana though, because the paranoia will be biblically epic. I mean I like sex [almost] as much as the next girl, but I need to be drunk to do it. And I have a very hard time mixing sex with emotional intimacy. To me, they are two very different things and I would prefer that they remain separate.
Ah well.

Off to work out and watch Sailor Moon! And then out for a hike later with my bestie. Have a nice day, my girlies!!