"She looks like the real thing. She tastes like the real thing. My fake plastic love." (Radiohead)

I think it is time to get back to the basics and remember that square pegs and round holes, they don’t fit. The only way to make it fit is by cutting corners which will then result in one piece being significantly smaller than the other. By then, of course, it is no longer equal.

No wait, I think I knew that already. And I think I have already dispensed that advice to some of my rather discerning albeit unsuspecting girlfriends. So why again do I need HBO’s infamous movie re-runs to remind me of things that I am supposedly already a genius at? And why do every single god damn bloody thing be so uncannily memorable to that one-shot-in-the-dark-chance-at l-o-v-e, which may I again remind myself, it was a possibility I refuse to acknowledge.

A possibility... possibilities.... was there ever?