OH love. Wherefore art thou?

Oh.
Mmmmm
Hmmmmmm
These are the sorts of sounds I am so SICK of hearing. Contented sighs from ridiculously relaxed couple that just KEEP ON GETTING IN MY WAY. Honestly. I'm trying to learn to Ballroom dance. It's hard enough trying to partner Janice who has quite frankly got two left feet when it comes to anything even mildly syncopated. Did I spell that right? Oh well, I guess it just shows I'm an individual with my own way of doing things. I always say, everyone should have their own private dictionary with their own private spellings. Anyway, so, I'm halfway through the Rhumba when I'm like, enclosed by sighing couples who have all been given dance lessons as like wedding presents and stuff. It really makes me pissed. I hate all their fucking STARING into each others eyes. And none of them have any sense of style whatsoever. That's what love does, it inhibits your sense of style so before you know it your shopping in the Gap and thinking that it'd be okay to wear sand coloured slingbacks to a barbeque. I hate them.
But I guess it's because I've not yet found love myself. Well, not proper reciprocated love. Oh sure I've have my fair share of romances, but giving a quick handjob at the back of the bus isn't exactly a commitment, is it? Well, it is in a way, but it's really messy and not a bit degrading when the guy is whispering his girlfriend's name under his breath.
Still. I'm going to pursue the dancing. Not least because there's the hottest guy in the world JULIO who was state champ last year. he's amazing and he's hispanic, which is so in right now. I've been wanting to go out with one for ages and I get the feeling that underneath those tight, tight, satin trousers there's a caring, loving man waiting to get out.
I feel a bit bad. Like I'm two timing Richard, but I haven't seen him for like a week now, so it's hard to remember what he looks like and when faced with temptation. Well......................
Bye.