Still Hung Up?

I still dream of my ex. Not daydreams or anything of that sort, but proper night-time dreams. when i get a text from a foreign number i can't identify, he's the first person that comes to my mind. I haven't the foggiest why, considering his number is saved. I vaguely wonder sometimes if i haven't met anyone i'm "interested" in cos i'm still hung up on him. Or are guys who can get my attention for more than 10 mins really that short on supply in this town?

FT Lee's of the opinion that i'm rather too choosy when it comes to guys. To you i say, I most CERTAINLY am not! I could go for someone who's on steady pay, good looking, eloquent, all that rot. Yet, all i'm asking is someone who isn't ugly, shorter than i am, and who understands up to half of what i say. Knowing how to scratch my funny bone would be a big plus, yes.

So to this end, i went out for lunch with Cee. He seems ok. I must say, i am biased against his tribe in general for some particular traits, but i make efforts to see beyond the surficial, so hey. I must say, my initial impulse as lunch hour came round was to bolt for the hills. I mean, i didn't know where we were going. With unfamiliar territory, bailing out would require some effort, and I was thinking minimal all the way. As it turns out, my "friends" are all for getting me back in the running (i don't deplete them emotionally that much do I?) so that did shove me a tad much. All in all, it was ok. I suppose. But I'm not much for overcrowding - especially in early stages. For some reason, i'm turned off by someone who sends me goodnight messages (which he does. a lot. he even asks that i call him when i get home. Seriously? I don't even know if i want to be a friend yet). Anyways, when you're my boyfriend, that's sweet, and it's your duty so to speak. But i find i feel he's crowding me. Xandra is of the opinion that he's just being nice, and i'm being paranoid. Perhaps i'm super-imposing. It all brings to mind a previous amourer who used to choke me with late night calls and messages. Granted, he wore me down with time, but i just got used to it. We still didn't date. I think what i need is a/some point/s of attraction. Or in my father's words, lower my standards (that is a direct quote). Imagine.

Ah me!