making poor lindsay blame herself. WI!?
you know lindsay from minnesota. who once dated that billionaire only to run off to wisconsin to find some corn fed prince charming in gods country? seems like no matter who we are, what age we be, or where our crib at, we all share the same patterns:
I either spend months with someone I dislike, pretending that I can ignore everything about them that makes me cringe, only because they seem so deeply infatuated with me…
And then, when I actually like someone I convince myself that they could not possibly like me. It’s as if I’ve come to expect that relationships can only be one sided.
my prognosis: this sounds like a woman who needs to come to austin starting next weekend and
hug drink it out.
that probably goes for the rest of you too.