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Real obsessions are right around the corner and you never know when you are going to bump into the next victim of your little insane games. You should know up-front that I am a truly obsessive person, if you hadn't noticed yet; not the kind of wicked psycho one, though. 

It happened a few weeks ago surfing nowhere to the infinite Facebook confines when a  friend invitation was sent to me. Given that the only people on earth that are willing to smell my butt are either officially insane or heavily perturbed, I tend to be very careful when it comes to let people know about the deepest details of my life. Thus, apart from real life friends, pals and other people that I am forced to accept even though I would give them the middle finger, the 'non-classified' can be counted with both hands' fingers by far. Satisfying research done over some photos and personal data, I gave in accepting it.

It wasn't long 'till we got in touch through the web site's chat by some random reason. Turned to be a confessed real fan of this blog as of me. I was flattered. 

The thought of my last and only date with a fan of mine immediately assaulted me. Glasses was a true fan of my former blog, the dark one, having followed me for years. We knew exactly what both of us wanted when the third type encounter was finally committed. I was starting to forget about L2, a month or so since the break-up, I was feeling the security of sexiness; played the You Only Live Once card to jump into bed at a wink. All chit-chat for nothing: Crap, fairly the worst experience in my life, really. Three determinations were thrown right afterward:

(1) Never sleep with someone who reads the darkest and personal details of your life, they may know a bit too much or may have a sexual/metal distortion, after all you are not Heidi in the Alps, sweetheart, take your time to think about the target of your dirty writings. 

(2) Nevertheless it could seem horrid, do not prevent yourself of posting every detail of the regretful night and have fun of it. A bit of drama is always welcome and will give you some plus rates.

(3) Test the product before buying. This could be translated to: Have sex, have fun, wear it out. If you are hungry for some more after not being driven up the wall by the fact of having already slept over the wet side of the bed several times or got your bathroom mirror full of little strains of toothbrush, it's time to accept you are truly in love. You are too far from home to push back now, honey, unfortunately.

Right on the other hand is M2 who is the top one hater of my public confessional writing habits. Once making-up for good, I almost pissed-up everything a few days later when presenting break-ups and ways of getting through them in with some black humor. Of course I wasn't talking a hundred percent about us, but it was an obvious irony based on my latest experience being abandoned.

Feeling like Jesus Christ himself right now: Love me or hate me to death; I will keep on anyway. 

I created a monster. Scratch that: I am the Monster.