In His Defense in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • Nov. 8, 2004, midnight
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Please bear with me while I work through this one more time. I feel guilty about all the crap I’ve been writing about Q in the last couple of entries. He doesn’t necessarily deserve the name-calling and the other “choice” words I’ve used to describe him.

In his defense (and please understand, I’m NOT making excuses for him), he was very upfront about himself from the start. He told me he didn’t want a girlfriend. He told me he was unavailable. He told me that he kept odd hours and that he really liked to be alone. Remember when he told me that he suspected everyone of being a time thief? I haven’t forgotten that either. He even warned me not to fall for him…because he certainly didn’t want to fall for anyone.

I suppose I saw all of that as a challenge. I mean, come on. Who wouldn’t fall for me, right? Right. I guess I’m mad because I can’t get what I want. And when I set my sights on something, I always get what I want! Ugh…it’s all so embarrassing.

Bottom line: it’s just not going to happen. Not now. More than likely not later. Probably never. Get over it, Red. He’s still a fascinating creature. He’s still unique and brilliant. I can still admire him. I just can’t have him. He just won’t be had.

There. Much better. I guess. I’m over it for now. I just hope he leaves me alone long enough for me to stay over it and move on.

Please just leave me alone, Q.


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