Michelangelo ain't got nothin' on my David
July 15, 2002 @ 3:53 p.m.
I don't know what to think of David, this new boy that I have a crush on. He has a band, if you care. My cousin Ashley says that there's absolutely nothing wrong with him, and I am inclined to agree. From what I've heard and seen he's gorgeous, smart, a musician, a valedictorian. A la Sean, I suppose.
Apparently I've even met this David, although ironically enough I don't remember it well. It was just an introduction and a quick hello. He was there with his girl at the time, and they were riding a giant blowup penis named Captain Pecker.
I thought it best not to say much more than hello.
Everything seems beautiful about him, almost unbelievable. Surely not very feasible as far as I go. Such perfection, I understand Michelangelo's obsession. But obtaining it is a far cry from admiring, and a courageous act.
I am not courageous. I fear beauty. What I fear about it, I don't know. Absence of it from my personal life. The fact that beauty often equals power, and I fear authority. A need to make every issue an issue about beauty. Rather, a compulsion to.
Or maybe he's just an excuse, just a random perfect boy to distract myself from uglier ones I've fallen for.
All I know this that I begin things in my mind before they ever exist in reality. This is my problem with David, with Matt, as it is with all men, and I'm at a loss of how to cure it.
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