He's just trying to spare you the pain of his impotence, Tep.

You know, he didn't even know that Batman had more than one Robin, so I don't know *why* I ever thought he could be Mr. Least Wrong.

I mean, really. Dick Grayson hasn't been Robin for *years.*

Hate him a lot. As much as you can muster up.

Okay, but I've been in physical pain for seven days. Don't blame me if he spontaneously combusts. Oh, but pick up some marshmallows at the grocery store.

I mean, really. Dick Grayson hasn't been Robin for *years.*

Even I know about Tim Drake, from the ether, for crying out loud.

Marry me.

Just from y'all, but I *know*. Like you know that Tim Bayliss did it in a coffin, and a few years later, kissed Sandy Cohen.

you hooked it up? You're a rock star.

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You know, he didn't even know that Batman had more than one Robin, so I don't know *why* I ever thought he could be Mr. Least Wrong.

There are differences in background that just cannot be overcome.

I know exactly how you feel, Teppy, and sometimes it's just impossible to hum "Someday my prince will come." Just don't convince yourself that you're not smart, funny and attractive, because you are.

Can someone remove my tongue? Apparently I can't say anything right today

See, I saw the first bit of this and thought "Ooh, where has she stuck her tongue that it needs removing? Iiiiiinteresting!". And then the second half was such a downer. :)

Teppy, big big big hugs. I so know the feeling.

And (this goes way beyond Teppy and is not just a commentary on her situation) sometimes I get so depressed, knowing that there are FABULOUS buffistas out there who are single and shouldn't be, and thinking "That's totally going to be me"--not that they aren't fabulous or don't have cool-ass lives, but...dude. I always figured I'm decently cool and with-it, I'ma meet someone, yeah? But then I see these other people who I dearly love and respect and they haven't and I think "maybe my chances ARE that low!". (And then it doesn't help that the few times I DO manage to attract someone, they tend to either be crazy, or I get sick of them way too quickly and start thinking I must be damaged, cause why wouldn't I like this person??). Er. Cause I"m fucked up, is what it is.

But I try to think of the cool b.orgers who HAVE found fabulous partners (even those who've found them HERE!) and be more optomistic. It only sometimes works though.

{{{Tep}}} insent.

Well, yes. I probably should have. But, you know what? I didn't. Also, I wasn't really asking for advice about this decision.

Damn straight.

Oh, Tep. I am so sorry. I do not get it. I really really don't. I mean, I get how you feel. I feel like that still. I just don't get why boys in Cincinatti are not all over ya. Seriously.

I think you need to move, for real.

Oh, Tep. Gah. I'm so glad you had a good sympathetic pizza-baking friend there for you. And I fucking hate Crush!Boy -- rationally, I know that he's probably doing exactly what Cindy was talking about, heading you off at the pass and trying to do it gently precisely because he does care about you, but irrationally, I hate him.

You're smart, witty, sexy and sexually aware, truthful and loyal and a gifted writer and you have just uncannily perfect lips, and anyone who causes you to doubt yourself and feel bleak and unlovable and like all your whispering demons are whispering the truth, not to mention causes you to cry in front of a bunch of people you don't know that well -- the person who does that to you is someone I fucking hate with a deep burning passion. My dearest hope for him is that the next woman he falls hard for turns out to be an unrepentant Bush supporter with head lice.

Also, what everyone else said, but, as usual, most of all what Robin said.