(I get a weird kind of satisfaction looking at old journal or blog entries. This is something I wrote only a couple of months ago. I'm not a writer, and i'm not trying to be, but these are just my thoughts)
I met this man and he seemed perfect. His hair was nicely done and his style couldn't have been any better. The scruff on his face and tattoos on his arm gave him just the right amount of edge. I was surprised when we ended up talking and he definitely knew how to make an impression. He had the kind of voice that sounded genuine, but you could tell it was practiced. So really, I had no idea why he was even asking me any questions at all. After a little while of talking I got my things together and told him good bye, and how I hoped to see him around. Our conversation wasn't boring, just a little awkward and I was tired from having spent the day with my boyfriend at the time. So I left, expecting not to ever see this lovely man again. I was wrong. I saw him many times in my thoughts as well as the occasional run-in at the coffee shop and that one show. However, every time I did see him there was nothing magical besides his glowing eyes. But I'm saying this because whenever I am around someone like him I don't feel equal. Is it wrong to wish to be at least equal to someone? This made me realize that I should never think like that again. Yes he is much more good looking, but who says that I'm not good enough? Nobody except for myself. This isn't really about the man, not at all. This is just a note to myself to never feel less valuable than anyone again.
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