Good News....

I'm off the Dave Drug. And the good news is, this time, it may very well be for real.

I won't deny that if I'd ever get the chance I'd sleep with him in a heartbeat. I mean, he's still attractive and, more importantly, he has that voice. But now I don't feel bad about feeling rejected by him. Now I don't feel uncomfortable being around him, talking to him, joking with him. I don't want to hold off on other relationships just in case something between us might work out. You may ask, how could this be so? I'll tell you.

Dave is an asshole.

Four lovely little words release me from my awkward obligation. Dave is an asshole. And this isn't me at all. This is a third-party. This is his friend telling me this. This is objectivity. Dave is an asshole. He has an older, richer man, out of college, from out of town who buys him things. Yes, Dave has a sugardaddy. Dave hooks up with random people on Bourbon Street. Dave is narcissistic. I am not the first that he's led along. All according to his roommate, his friend. I'm telling you, I should have gotten this guy's screenname sooner.

Wow. I mean, I didn't think it would be this easy. I get crushes like a prostitute gets STDs, and generally it's a tapering off of emotion that signifies the end. But this? Bam, I'm done. I admit that I'm a little suspicious of it, but then again, it's nice to have this feeling. Now that it's on the table, I'm actually talking with a new boy...let us all offer a quick prayer that it's not another Jason and not another Dave. I'm tired of all these emotional things. A spy just wants to have fun.

Thanks for listening. It's nice to give good news every once in a while.

Sincerely,
Your Spy