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[criminal-issues.livejournal.com]

I would've chosen door number one.

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[neverendin-race.livejournal.com]

Is this a metaphor? ‘cause I absolutely hate 'em.

[criminal-issues.livejournal.com]

Well, they're practically everywhere so you should get used to them.

[neverendin-race.livejournal.com]

I've gotten used to them, but that doesn't mean I have to like 'em.

So what was behind door one?

[criminal-issues.livejournal.com]

How can you dislike a literary term?

A guy I had dinner with before Thanksgiving.

[neverendin-race.livejournal.com]

I like when things are more to the point.

And what was behind the other doors, or were there any other doors? See? This is exactly what I mean.

[criminal-issues.livejournal.com]

But, they are the point. Metaphors are usually very clear.

Well, there was another guy. A guy who was in love with a girl. Then the metaphor can be defined.

[neverendin-race.livejournal.com]

So you would've choosen the Thanksgivin' guy, but... you're torn between the two?

[criminal-issues.livejournal.com]

Not torn. Wasn't torn. I'm not torn. But I chose the wrong pursuit. Trying to make up for that now.

[neverendin-race.livejournal.com]

Is that denial? I think it is. Wrong pursuit for the Thanksgivin' guy, or the guy who's in love with a girl?

[notapoodle.livejournal.com]

But you misread and chose door I instead? It happens.

[criminal-issues.livejournal.com]

Metaphorically.

I re-opened the door just recently. It may prove helpful.

I also apologize for being...a bastard yesterday. Sparkles don't bring out the best in me and I was in a bad mood and don't you dare bring them back out!

[notapoodle.livejournal.com]

I forgive you. <3!

What metaphorical doors are we talking about anyway? Closet doors? I have soooo much experience with closet doors.

[criminal-issues.livejournal.com]

I am going to let that slide. <3

Not my metaphorical closet door. That was blown open long ago. Someone else's. But, this metaphorical door is not a closet. It's just a door...with a cute guy on the other end.

[notapoodle.livejournal.com]

Alright, fine, and I apologize for pulling the dumb blond act on you yesterday.

Is this cute guy straight, by chance? I find that issue to arise too frequently.

[criminal-issues.livejournal.com]

You were just being an ass. I can appreciate that.

This cute guy is not. And he is mutually interested. So, there shouldn't have been a problem. But I was stupid.

[notapoodle.livejournal.com]

Were you a bastard to him too?

[criminal-issues.livejournal.com]

No. I was not a bastard. We had dinner. He was out of town. I interviewed in New York. We just...didn't talk for a week. And then we did.

And it was nice.

[heartsdisfigure.livejournal.com]

Always go with door number three.

[criminal-issues.livejournal.com]

Not in this case.

[heartsdisfigure.livejournal.com]

But the car is always behind door number three...

[criminal-issues.livejournal.com]

I want the guy.

[heartsdisfigure.livejournal.com]

What if said guy were in the car behind door number three?

[criminal-issues.livejournal.com]

...He isn't. I already went to door number one. STOP SCREWING WITH MY METAPHOR!

[heartsdisfigure.livejournal.com]

Fine. But I have to say, your metaphor may have been doomed from the start.

So what ended up being behind the first door? Was it a blender?

[criminal-issues.livejournal.com]

No, no, no, no.

It was a guy. A photographer. Military brat. Cute.