I've grown weary of the inherent inertia of my single predicament. More specifically, of always holding people at an arms length, fighting falling into the orbit of particularly charismatic potential lovers. Conversely, I am equally as tired of seemingly intrigued suitors keeping me at bay. I ponder the nature of this paradox, and wonder how long this will perpetuate. I guess I just have to be patient. Attraction is a suprising thing. When you think you've figured everything out, what exactly you think you need-- something unusual sneaks up and bites you. I can't explain why seemingly attractive people have no impact on me, while others do. It's ok, I don't need to know. I like good surprises, I so rarely get them --the paradox of a seer.