Boyfriend Boos... I mean, Blues.

[jemhadar]

It's funny.  I really hate being in relationships.  I get sick of the guy really easily.  And I'm not talking like when you get sick of a food, like Top Ramen or whatever....  I start to hate every last mannerism, phrase, every tone of voice.  It's ridiculous.  I hate making plans, and I hate sticking to them even more.  I hate having to plan my

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[mikha]

Porhaps you are looking in the wrong place for the wrong kind of man. I mean honestly the gay community isn't the best place to be looking for them. Well, actually I don't know where you are looking for boyfriends, and I guess I get bored with people too... I need some kind of conflict, some kind of dynamicness to a relationship.

Sharing a bed is easier when you are stoned...

I still maintain that you shoudl some how compile all your entries into some sort of book or maybe a column? It is always interesting, mildly amusing (or greatly amusing) but very human and relatable.

Maybe you should just look for friendship?

[venkovan]

"All your talk of logic and formula could never help you now."

Algebra - A Camp

This song is my lifeline at such times, when my despair resolves itself into lists of rules and equations. Maybe it's a peril of being a linguist...we look for patterns and regularity in places where they don't exist and then come up wuth silly things like emotional sums. (Ha! I've done those so many times...they never quite add up. :-p)

Anyhoo. I have even less bf experience and I'm generally a lovelife disaster so I won't even deign to give advice. I very agree with the bedsharing thing tho. I don't even really like sharing a room...they're always...there. *shudders*

[tenou_k]

I'm not comfortable sharing beds. What seems to keep happening is this: naked, in bed, and we're supposed to express our affection through contact. But you know what? I'm warm enough by myself, and I'm not going to feel comfortable with your legs making my legs sweaty and having your skin pull at my body hair and inevitably have one of us do something with their arm that is really, really uncomfortable. There are many, many ways to sleep in the same bed as someone else without sacrificing your (or my) personal space and comfort. So don't make yourself into an uncomfortable knot so you can cradle me in your increasingly insensate arm, because honestly, we'd both be more comfortable if I could just sleep with my hand on your chest like I want to

[gambalino]

4) Abundance of sexual atraction+little common interests--i.e. absolutely impossible to manage a single conversation for more than a minute+ hot=jaded slut.