tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175180732011-12-13T19:59:24.036-08:00pistache74http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001249483778702159noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518073.post-1128569331028255242005-10-05T20:28:00.000-07:002005-10-05T20:28:51.033-07:00<p> <span style="font-family:Lucida Console, Lucidatypewriter, Monospaced, Fixed;font-size:130%;">Dirk is though, and he really acts like one also... I didn't really talk to him til the night he asked me to model for his life-painting final. He wrote me an e-mail a few weeks ago saying that he broke up with Paula the same day he had asked me to be his girlfriend some 8 yrs ago. I'm not saying though, that I won't tell you to fuck off if you're giving me more information than needed. </span></p> <p> <span style="font-family:Lucida Console, Lucidatypewriter, Monospaced, Fixed;font-size:130%;">I don't know, but I don't doubt for a second that you should give up. But I won't bother replying to her-I'm not black-and I know from the tone of my entry here, I would not be welcome to counter her message!! Or would you just let him have his space and share the Lonely Hill comfortably as I think you want him to do for you? Every second that I spent with him was a second more of my life that I got back. </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17518073-112856933102825524?l=e-domain-name-hosting.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pistache74http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001249483778702159noreply@blogger.com0