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This is a funny video, especially to anyone who understands anything about gaming, or for that matter, any virtual life from WOW to Facebook.  So the details are different, but in many ways this cartoon is similar to how I often approach new potential relationships… jtg  jtg This is very funny! jtg Everything you ever wanted to know about Darwin and the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster!
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The details are different, but this funny video describes exactly what I’m going through right now, but I’m not going to think about that. In fact, it’s inspired me to make my own version of this: //————- I’m not going to think about her. I’m not going to think about her. I’m not going to think about her. I’m not going to think about her anymore.
I’m not going to think about the way she looked.
I’m not going to think about the sound of her voice.
I’m not going to think about the way her hair smelled.
I’m not going to think about the times I joked that she was so sweet she gave me diabetes.
I’m not going to think about how she had known who I was for three years before she met me, and how she arranged to wait for me in order to meet me.
I’m not going to think about our first date, when I took her to a local beach and rocky pier, and then to the dump.
I’m not going to think about how she was named for a popular song called “Corina-Corina” and I started collecting various versions of the song and by breakup day I had collected over 200 different versions by singers ranging from Cab Calloway, Bob Dylan, Roy Orbison, Freddy Fender, and many more.
I’m not going to think about our first kiss, and how sexy she was that day.
I’m not going to to think about her self-described “Boobs of Mass Destruction”
I’m not going to think about how she used to pretend my green eyes were fruit and she’d play-grab and play-eat them.
I’m not going to think about how we would put our foreheads together and at that close range our eyes would merge into cyclops eyes.
I’m not going to think about the times we were together and I’d tell her over and over that I loved her and then after a bunch of “I love yous” I’d ask, “Have I told you that I love you”, and she’d put on a mock pout and say mock-sadly, “no you didn’t!”.
I’m not going to think about one of the first nights we spent in bed together, and she was giving me a massage, and found a knot in my back so hard that at first she thought it was a bone until she realized it was a tight muscle, which she broke up and relaxed.
I’m not going to think about how she was much shorter than I, and I’d get her to stand on a step or platform to bring our lips to even level in order to “solve the problem”.
i’m not going to think about how she always held my hand.
I’m not going to think about the night I taught her to parallel park her car.
I’m not going to think about how she inspired and encouraged me to continue my education and get a Business Administration degree.
I’m not going to think about when I was in a play, and she came to see me perform, and she mouthed “I love you” to me on stage, and one of the other actors thought she was mouthing to him, and she then pointed at me and mouthed, “no, him”.
I’m not going to think about how warm and cuddly her body felt pressed naturally against mine.
I’m not going to think about the times I asked her if I loved her because she was beautiful or if she was beautiful because I loved her and she replied with a silly smile “yes”.
I’m not going to think about how genealogy was my hobby, she’d joke that I should quit searching our respective family trees because I might prove we were related and then we couldn’t get married.
I’m not going to think about how after she’d spent the night with me, I could smell her sweet body odor in my sheets for several days.
I’m not going to think about how I felt so at ease with her and told her things about my life, my fears, my dreams, my goals, and more that I had never told to any other person.
I’m not going to think about all the silly nicknames we had for each other like Lovita, Penguina, Mufetta, and more.
I’m not going to think about how she had a silly sense of humor and we were always laughing when we were together.
I’m not going to think about the morning after we’d spent the night together when she suddenly grabbed my butt and I jumped awake with a start and she laughed.
I’m not going to think about her soft warm brown skin.
I’m not going to think about the time we went dancing and other people watching us commented on our “endless energy”.
I’m not going to think about how we held hands in public all the time.
I’m not going to think about how we would kiss and hug in public and people would jokingly shout “GET A ROOM”.
I’m not going to think about how we seemed to be such a wonderful match.
I’m not going to think about the day I gave her an engagement ring I designed especially for her, with a large high quality green emerald surrounded by diamonds, since she liked green, I had green eyes, her name would have been Green, and she would have had a green engagement ring.
I’m not going to forget how I felt truly loved for the first time in my life when i was with her.
I’m not going to think about all the many many many other wonderful times we had together.
I’m not going to think about how for a long time it seemed like it really might work.
I’m not going to think about the day when I woke up feeling deep love for her only to find out suddenly that she had stopped loving me.
I’m not going to think about the day she gave me her green engagement ring back.
I’m not going to think about how unloved I feel now that she’s gone from my life.
I’m not going to think about whatever she might be doing right now, or whoever she might be doing it with.
I’m not going to think about how much I wish she were here right now.
jtg 
I went out a singing again tonight. I went back to the Brit Arms again, and this time I sang “Long Long Time”, a la Linda Ronstadt. It’s a song I’ve listened to for a long long time, but never really paid much attention to the lyrics before now, yet the lyrics seem somehow appropriate. Also, Linda Ronstadt reminds me of my Ex, a pretty Latina. Somehow, this song seems to fit into my life right now. Heartless by Kanye West:
Heartless In the night I hear ‘em talk, The coldest story ever told, Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul To a woman so heartless… How could you be so heartless… oh How could you be so heartless? Goodbye to Love I’ll say goodbye to love So I’ve made my mind up I’d say goodbye to love All the years of useless search What lies in the future is a mystery to us all And it’s goodbye to love
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