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I FISHED FOR A BOYFRIEND

Sitting at my computer one evening

Boredom sets in

I open a web-site and there are three fish

They want to meet me

Two of them don’t ride, one of them did.

I open a profile – he writes poetry and stories.

He is looking for a woman with imagination . . .

I have plenty of that.

He is on line – we chat

We meet two days later

He comes over for the weekend – brings clothes

He comes over the next week – brings more clothes

He comes over the next week – brings stuff

See a pattern here?

Before I realize what has happened – he has moved in

He has sunk roots in my home and I don’t care.

A few months roll by

He is elated and happy, I am not

He is an authority on everything

He is inspired, I am not

He tells me stories about his family

Stories about his ex wife

Stories about his ex girlfriends

Imagination  and his fantasy stories . . .

He tells me about his sexual exploits

I hope for romantic interludes

I dream of sexual intimacies

I explore things we could do together

I wish for passion

I cry inside a bit more everyday

His stories inspire hope

My hopes for a complete relationship die.

He tells me about all the things he used to do

The man he used to be

The man he thinks he still is

The man he wants to be

He will never be the man he used to be

He is delusional about the man that he is

He needs to see reality to see who he can become

We are not compatible, my heart breaks.

I have to let him go

I fight with myself

I don’t want to give up

I still want to hope

I still have a dream of us

I wish for a good relationship

I wish to be fulfilled – complete

I let him go . . .

Palestrya – 04/09/11