Just like your juxtaposition of texting and self esteem makes no sense, this also is, yes, gibberish.

Back to Diane, she discovers she probably has herpes. This is not the end of the world. It makes her the third girl I've known with this (that has told me) and the second I've still wanted to bang. But it puts a damper on things, and makes me want Artemisia even more. I do my best to raise her morale, and we read webMD together a bit.

What's raises your morale more? A doctor's appointment that mitigates the problems of your transplant, or a night out with someone fun who takes your mind completely off your liver?

What kind of mind comes up with this? What can even be said about it? Both women have daughters at least part of the time, and they can't rush out of the house every night. And the hint that dates are better than medicine is also, another word I stand by, bizarre. The musing about romance novels and movies is interesting. But the incessant harping on "be yourself" and claiming I pretend to want what I don't want . . . I'm sorry, this is not ringing true for me.

Dated a girl, let's call her Diane. She's a cute mouse of a girl, and it was the best first date ever. (No sex, best first date that I've had I mean.) After two dates and talking every day for a month, I was ready to call her my girlfriend. But nobody who says they are "looking for a relationship" online means that. Other than me, I mean. They mean "just dating" but they can't SAY that because if they SAY "just dating" that means "down to fuck" or some shit. *nods wisely* *shrugs carelessly* Whatever.

Anyway, she gets quite distant for no apparent reason. So, I'm severely bummed out.