Beginnings: new blog, old story.
I develop terribly painful crushes. Each one becomes so devestating and irreperable, I feel as if slowly but surely, my heart is not only being crushed by these boys, but slowly being chiseled at. To describe myself in dating profile terms, I would use the adjectives unfiltered, excited, curious, and broken to describe myself. A dating advice blogger, BoyslifeNYC, coined the phrase, BR, or "beyond repair", to describe daters in NYC who are damanged in the sexiest way possible. I am brought to BRs by some terrible magnetic force that has been lodged in my brain, either during a young and sensitive Freudian age, or maybe during the first time I watched Vincent Gallo cry into Christina Ricci's warm chest during Buffalo '66 when I realized there are plenty of nut cases that I can save by loving them. Of course I have run into many problems because of these crushes, these sad manipulators I can't help but want over and over again. The purpose of this blog will be to document my five greatest crushes and all the ways I have been crushed by them. Maybe by looking back and documenting the strange ways the lovey-half-of-my-brain works, I can begin to understand how to deal with these crushes and perhaps, to one day become better at texting with boys.
[Buffalo '66 screen shot via]
