Caribbean Tales...

So the new guy is no more per his parting words that if he left tonight, that was the end.

To quote Paramore, "maybe I know somewhere, deep in my soul that love never lasts.  And we've got to find other ways to make it alone or keep a straight face.  I've always lived like this... keeping a comfortable distance.  And up until now, I have sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness.... because none of it was ever worth the risk."

Along with being completely head over heels for the new guy, I've been privy to the few woodwork guys who've come forth during the theoretical K-Going-Out-of-Business-Sale who've professed their undying love to me, etc.

Why haven't I gone for them?  Why have I chosen to stick around for the guy who's not sure after a month whether or not I'm girlfriend material?

Why do I listen to said guy contemplate whether I even rank up with such a title when others would bend over backwards for such?  (or so I've heard.)  :-)

I've been content being my island thus far.... looks like it's time for more Caribbean tales.  Haha :-)