The signature chime of a received text message interrupted my myriad of thoughts. I read it casually. Then re-read several times from the illuminated screen of L.O.K.I. (my named iPhone) Four words that I've been needing to read. Stop being so nice. You thought, it was "I love you, Carlos" or "Dreaming of you tonight"? Not even close, my friend. To be honest, I really did need to read that. I realize it was said in jest, but as Eminem rapped, "a lot of truth is said in jest". *SIGH* I didn't want it to come to this. In my heart of hearts, this must happen. The nice guy I am while dating must die. The girls I've dated (and will date) are not accustomed to nice guys. I mean seriously who the fuck shows up on the first couple of dates with flowers? Apparently, no one in the Seattle because the reactions wasn't what I was hoping for. "Aw, that's nice", to "you're too nice" from #CountryCutie and #Nashville...
My observations and thoughts while being a passenger on Spaceship Earth