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   Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Oh Sydney... It's been too long

Alias as woman analogy

When I first saw you, oh I was blown away. The praise of a few friends peaked my interest in seeking you out, but oh, could not have prepared me. You were amazing. Like no-one I'd seen before. They were good times, those early days.
And in the second year, you had matured so much. I got to see your parents, in action no less. I really thought we had something special.

Then in the third year, things changed. You stopped making sense. You started acting all irrational. Sure, a lot of women act all illogical and stuff, but I wasn't used to seeing it from you. I hoped it was just a phase.

You started hanging out with different people. Annoying people. Your family issues started getting obnoxiously stupid. And I saw more of your relatives. Your sister. Your Aunt. I began to wonder what the hell I was letting myself in for. These people were god-damn awful.

When I last saw you, I knew we were through. We had two good years. And I'd remember them always. But apparently you're coming around tonight. Like any man who's come out of a bad break up, I'm not sure I want to see you again. But I've been hearing some thing. That you've been trying to change. Be the kind of person you used to be. Maybe I'll let you in. Just the once. For old times sake.

Just like a woman, she played me hot and cold last night. It was great to see her after so long (and for more than just a quick visit), but while there were many times I could remember my love for her, it just seemed as if she was trying to hard to make me love her again.

Almost like she wanted to wipe the slate clean, stick out her hand, and say, "Hi, my name's Sydney, nice to meet you".

And that's only cute in the movies, not real life.
I had to show her the door after 20 minutes.
Then I went upstairs, and I cried.
I'm lost as a cookie at Star Jones' house.
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