So, it's been a while since we've talked, dear.
I kinda figured this would happen, me putting myself out there, and you running for your fucking life. It's kinda depressing to know you'd do that, though, even when you said that it wasn't what you wanted. I guess you have some growing up to do. And I won't hold on to something that isn't there, grasping at straws, to fill up a whole that isn't there. I've spent enough time feeling like I need someone in my life to realize that I don't. I am me, and nothing more. There's no need to make a plurality of me, no hole that needs to be filled, I don't need another half in my life to make both feel whole.
And for some reason, people don't understand that about me; i joke about things, i joke about my own sexuality, but only because it simply isn't important to me. I have more important things to deal with than some primal urge to reproduce. Fuck that, so to say.
Addendum: I guess I should say; it's not that I don't want a girlfriend, it's that I don't need one. I'd love to have someone to curl up next to, but ya know, I don't care enough to make it happen.