What would I give up just to spend a few minutes with you? Your interest in me lacks lesser than nothing. You say yes, flirt, smile and want to do something, and when it comes the time to wanting to do something, nothing happens. Make up your mind, do you want to even hang out or not?… I’m sick of being dragged along for days, weeks and months now of your ambiguous rediculousness… This non committal idea of what you want will be the ultimate death to you loneliness…
My loneliness? well, that’s just because I keep running into people like you. One after another.. Berlin, the men of your city may be the death of me. Someone have the fucking balls to want to hang out, call me, or know what they want to do. I’m pretty easy going, but I can say yes or no, not maybe…
Déjà vu. i think this trait is indicative of most men–and probably also women–of the modern era; Berlin has no monopoly on noncommittal men. An increase in the number of options to choose from ultimately leads to greater dissatisfaction with the chosen. So why choose at all?