(by the way to Franny who signed my guestbook and called me a BRIDGET JONES knockoff, I'd like to say bugger off)

It is strange how your brain and your heart are two completly seperate beings. Today I was thinking on the way home from work while passing Luke's house how he would be a very good person to be in a relationship with. He's nice, thoughtful, attractive in a good guy kind of way, he has a steady job. The only problem is that I don't have feelings for him. I wish I did. He's a good guy. I could be in a relationship with him if I wanted to. We could go out to dinner and out to the movies and to bonfires and cookout and long walks. If I just wanted someone to have someone I could have him. But I can't be one of those people. That is why my relationships are as short as they are. Because I don't see them working out I cut my losses and move on. I think you just know. You just know if the person is right for you or if there not right or when they are just plain wrong. The problem is Luke SHOULD be the right person for me but he's not. I have known him since I was thirteen. Our relationship has consisted of what I consider to be normal for neighbors whose parents are friends. We say hi and ask how each other is doing. Our conversations usually last for three sentances. I know he used to have a little crush on me in highschool when he was still pudgy and not as attractive. And I was a tad jealous when him and Betsy started dating. They dated for two years and she broke up with him just about the time that me and Jeremy broke up. He swore of women. I've sworn off men. My parents have joked about me marrying him for the last eight years. So in theory everything is ideal. But my heart is just not in it.