December 6, 2008
The more daily encounters we have as I walk in and right past him, catching him trying avoiding eye contact with me, the less beauty I find in him. His average demeanor is more evident with time. His attraction factor would've moderately increased with each flirty little taunt until my desire for him was overwhelming, but now that we've been hadů weeks too late, he looks like any other meat seller that butchers with a blood lust grin. I should have waited until the newness of his deceiving charm expired before giving him credit for the now obviously defective allure.