I've hit it.

This is drew. He is lovely. We are still friends, I heart his girlfriend caitlin. She's rad.





This is sean. I still think he's hot. He drinks too much. I broke up with him four times, the last was when he came to my house with his clothes all torn, covered in blood and dirt. I slept with him twice after we broke up and regret it terribly. He tells me he loves me sometimes when he's drunk and it upsets me terribly. I heart his girlfriend emilee, she proposed to me last night.







This is Dima. He was my failed attempt at a one night stand. We ended up as "Friends with benefits" for four months. His family tells me I saved his life by bringing him out of a suicidal phase. He broke it off with me because he didn't want to feel obligated to see me. Then made out with me at parties, then went through a phase of deliberately being a cunt to me, then friends, then made out with my best friend while I was sharing a bed with them. He doesn't talk to me because after the aforementioned incident I put a custard in his face.




I never could figure this one out. He's nice though. I still want my comics back.

Oops. this is a testament to my low self-esteem and submissiveness to peer-pressure. Really lovely guy though. Still friends.

This one was all kinds of surprises. He was super into me, then dumped me for his guitar-player. She seems nice. I hope they're happy. I don't think we are friends. He hasn't spoken to me since he dumped me over the phone with no explanation...