And there we go again with the backhanded compliments...

I'm going to be honest here, because it's the best policy. Or something. Despite the fact that you're, you know, dead: at your core you're just like every other girl. And that means, without a doubt, that you think you're too good for me. Which, I mean, I get. It's kind of obvious even as we're standing here now. I think...and I hope you don't take this the wrong way, that you're lonely. That you're afraid no one is going to want to be with you because you're a vampire and I think you realize that I don't give a shit what you are. That I like you regardless. And...I don't think you're sure that you're going to find too many other guys who feel that way.

Aside from that, I spend time with another woman for a living. Currently, that is. Which seems like it has already created problems and...more than likely will down the line. Unless I'm sent back to Iraq. Which is a whole other thing. So I'm sorry that I haven't been rushing to talk about this. I'm sorry you're confused. If it wasn't evident before, it should be now that I am too.