Too Much of A Good Thing

Exploring relationships with 4 men in 3 days.

One's in love.
Another's infatuated.
The third's reminiscing.
And the fourth is .... hard to describe, but very easy to be with. He knows I want ranunculus, not roses, he knows I'd rather cuddle than fuck, he knows I'm way stronger than I'll ever let on.

See what reading Liliane is doing to me?
I'm amused and annoyed with myself. But before I start to dwell on that again, can I just say the best part is that amidst all this lovin', I still have a dream about Mr. Perfect taking me out to lunch, to the envy of every last one of my friends.

It's all in the wind. Nothing planted, nothing to grow.