Trying Smells Like Fear
Umami Tsunami: “it's too soon. I'm not resolved. It's too easy to use male attention as a balm for a broken heart. That's not my intention. But I do want to go out, see friends, see movies, have dinner. Have fun. Have a good conversation over a drink with a likeable someone. And it's not a bad thing to look good while doing it.”
Anybody know of a balm for an atrophied heart? Female attention is not something that's easily accomplished by trying. (Women, I propose, can smell trying, because it smells distinctly like fear.) Nor has not trying worked in achieving female attention. So I've been trying the third option: trying to not get female attention. So far it's been working, in that I've received very little female attention. Yes, I know, I don't need to put effort into such a thing, but it gives me a sense of accomplishment, so slag off. The only balm that seems to really work for an atrophied heart (at least mine) is reading books. Dear, sweet books, at least you don't judge me or tell me about your sex lives.
