i don't understand men at all. what makes them tick? i think that there has to be something other than the eternal quest for the next punani, but then i think of the men that i date and i don't know that my personal evidence supports that (rather optimistic) theory. of course, i've been dating jackasses as of late, so the data's probably skewed.

UNC called last night to chat. he says to chat. i say to get some "over the phone lovin," which he insists was not the case. whenever i talk to him, i hear the wheels turning in his head as he plans out his next move. our "life is a chessgame" conversation plays through my mind again, and i feel the urge to scrap the board. as a "piece," i don't really have the power to do that, but i do remove myself from the playing field when i hear the manipulation in his voice. i need to remove myself permanently. again.