Fucking Miranda

Bob just watched a movie in which the hero fell in love with a girl (this wasn’t the main story line, but a part of it). She was amazingly sexy, very kind and caring, smart, and she was perfect in almost every other way. Bob wishes very much that real life was just like the movies. Bob has never felt love for a girl like that, or been in a relationship such as that, and a huge chunk of him just yearns to be able to be that close (not physically) to another human being. He wants to be able to share life with someone else, to know that there is someone always there for him that he can share his intimate side with. Basically, he wants a girl to love. But that girl has not come along yet.

Whenever Miranda shows up, he starts thinking that she is the one. I keep telling him that she is not worth the worry. Bob will never ever get hooked up with her, and if he could just get that through his thick skull, he would be so much better off! I do think that when he winds up finding someone, that someone is going to be a lot like Miranda. She would be a good match for him, but I seriously don’t think Bob is quite ready for a serious relationship with a girl such as Miranda, and since that is the kind of girl that would suit Bob just perfectly... it is like he is up a river without a paddle.

In his mind, Bob just says to himself “Fuck Miranda, there is no way that she is right for me or that I could ever get her.” (His interpretation of when I tell him that she isn’t worth it.) This line of thought is all well and good, but then he starts to think about fucking Miranda... and he is so attracted to her... it is just a downward spiral.