enough of the silliness: let's try *real* silliness.
since this thread is about relationships, i will drop my bu cents into it and make everyone feel lucky ahd happy.
when i was 11 i got my first boyfriend. he dumped me, with rare ability to forecast the course of all future events in my life. there was a girl in my class whom i couldn't really stand because she was very smart and popular, whereas i'm possibly smart but when i was 11 i was not popular. not that now i am, but i've taken some convenient paths in this respect - when preteen you don't win popularity with a career, when you're 24 it is as close as it gets. so this girl was pretending she'd go out with this guy if he dumped me, which he did, but then she told him to get lost - they danced together at class parties all the time and this was horrible because she just did that to get me pissed off, she didn't even _like_ the kid. for the cognoscenti, ie rahvin, this girl was our very own enrica toniolo.
the rest of my preteen years were uneventful. upon entering high school, it grew even more uneventful: all i did was falling for scoutmasters who had twice my age but were not mature enough to realize that making fun of me was not the wisest thing to do, let alone mistreating me so i would stop being attracted to them. silliness runs across generations, professions, and psychological types: the only common trait of idiotic men is that i tend to like them.
i had a brief relationship whe 14 with a guy of admirable lineage: at the time, and until two years ago, i devised silly equations of the type "if your parents are powerful and distinguished of course you have had a very good education and very well thought upbringing - therefore, you're going to be determined, brilliant, and conscious of the way the world works: in turn this allows for a brilliant future". of course this is all wrong, possibly sons of the high and mighty tend to go the opposite way, but i have a fascination with power and until i realized that some traits are not gotten by birthright i kept on going wrong. anyway the guy dumped me.
then i fell for rahvin, and this is such a long and pitiful story that i'll cut it very short. it is sort of a meta(l)existence in the sense that it just went on and on while i was doing other things - the score, repeated for a number of times approaching infinity, is as follows. i ask rahvin if he wants to be my boyfriend (variations: this is preceeded by a discourse about the unworthyness of his current girlfriend, or the unworthyness of looking for people that are not going to make either of us happy, or my general worthyness, which is the less sensible point of course). then rahvin tells me that he's content with our relationship as it is. i get very sad and start blaming the evil fates for the unfairness of life since i did not get what i thought i deserved. then life goes on.
aside from this, i didn't have a boyfriend throughout high school, except for a string of pointless attempt at relationships, botched or not, including the class clown, a smalltime hash dealer, a number of high school professors who were either married, gay or neonazis. in university, around the second year and the bubu-th failed go at rahvin, i went out with a guy for about six months, then (SURPRISE!) i dumped him since i thought our outlook on life diverged much too much and we had no real common goals. [fuck, it's getting late, i'll have to cut short the silliest part]
no partner except for summer silliness until my fourth year. there goes the ugly tragedy that i'd gladly relate if i didn't have to be off in five minutes - basically for the first time i thought i had found the one true bu, i was totally head over heels for this person, and after very short he dumped me with absolutely no known reason. i was wrong in two reaspects by expecting him to live up to my expectations. a) although no evil guy in my opinion, he is very shallow: i over-rated his inner content, and even if he had not dumped me i would not have been happy with a delusional, superficial man. b) expecting serious intentions from a person that attachs no value to concepts such as being dependable, faithful or even bubu was a fault on my part. in short, i didn't read correctly his intellect or his morals, overrating the ensemble and being generally stupid.
it took me two years to realize this. in the meanwhile, i graduated and went to the uk for my master's - here i had another bad failure case with a classmate of mine, a very decent person who is now a close friend and who couldn't even picture being with me because he stated he wants a completely different kind of woman - namely, the frail girl to protect from the world's evils, who in turn cheers him up when he comes home from a long day's work. of course i think i could use being protected from evil and i guess i'm pretty cheerful, but there's many ways to interpret a single concept, you know.
then i came back to italy and had the disastrous mr. ietri experience, related in the dream thread some time ago - i won't go into it again. following that, it was just superficial likings without a direction, therefore there's nothing to tell.
right now i am just hoping that the future will bring something. i'm fairly optimistic, but on second thought when i re-read all of this i should not.
hyena