think that somewhere, even way back when I was dating Buck, I had always hoped that George was the one. It took me years to let that hope die. I know it’s pathetic. I know that a commitment-phobe dude is nothing original, and even less original is the love I will always carry for him. It’s lame and uncool. And trust me, I wish that I was writing something empowered and flossy and fierce here. But who am I kidding, all I can be is me. And I’m uncool.
