A perfect weekend

I'm not a commitment-phobe. Long-lastin' lurve is a very desirable situation.

But here's the charted progression of relationships.

1. i like you
2. i weally weally like you
3. think i love you
4. i love you so much - i need you forever
5. but i also wanna grow - and you're not letting me do all that crazy shit babe.
6. we're great but maybe we should try again in 20 years.

And its back to livin' it up in the 'ood. The single hood. Banks, babes n booze aww yea. Real fulfilling stuff.

Its hard to ignore idealism teasing unrelentlessly with the dream of a perfect union.

Two free spirits. Intimacy. Space.

Passion. Honesty. Hopefully a pretty face.

My name is Paul and over the weekend I got around to thinking that maybe idealism isn't so crazy after all.