Wednesday, March 5, 2008

I Am Not Patrick Bateman.

Every once in a while I will thumb through the "Best of" on Craigslist. One particular post struck a cord with me.

Best of Craigslist: The girls I have dated

Now before anyone gets the wrong idea I haven't done most of the actions the original posted wrote about. For example he appears to have never had a healthy relationship with anyone. Period.

But I know how he feels in regards to how some girls, and eventually women, have fit into my life. Some are a temporary distraction from other thoughts swirling in your mind. Some are just for fun, never amounting to anything other then sex. Some of them teach you things you never would have realized about yourself and the world around you. And others end up ripping your heart to shreads.

Fortunately, and this is where my own experience takes a dramatic turn from the original posters, some of them turn into friends. After all the shit, stress, sobbing, sex, and strife you get to watch and help each other change for the better. So if I wrote one these postings myself it would probably sound like some strange, fucked-up Hallmark card:

You were absolutely stellar lover. I am sure most of prowess and abandon had to do with the issues surrounding your father. After each sweat-drenched session I secretly thanked him. Watching you get your life back together has been wonderfully exciting. I hope it doesn't dull the edge you had in the bedroom. That would be a shame.

If not for those brave souls, and the ones who are no longer around, I would probably have wriyten something eerily similar to the girls I have dated.

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