So thisendup is having boy trouble. It�s the kind of non-committal �love is bad don�t go there� trouble that girls (sadly) expect from boys. It�s all his own fault too- because he�s delusional and thinks that he has some kind of control over his feelings.

Because, no offense, but when you have mutually fantastic sex served up no less than once weekly for nearly a year- that activity creates �feelings� It�s chemical. And when you treat someone just like you love them and refuse to acknowledge what you�re going through- that�s just stupid.

Cause he�s a boy.

I mean, I�ll admit- girls are stupid, but in nicer ways- like being stupid with hope and trust. That�s delusional as well, but not as delusional as denying feelings that are obviously leading you to behave like you have �feelings� that you simply can�t imagine anyone �smart getting involved with something like that��.

Again with the 14 year old eye-rolling. I must be on a roll through the past because the song that I can�t stop singing since Friday takes me back to my late teens. As I sang it in the car (with the girls chiming in, and let me tell you- nothing makes you feel happier to be a mother than hearing your kids singing along to late 70�s punk with pure joy) I realized that it spoke to the feelings fears of said boy in his voice. So I will quote the damn lyrics-

"Trash, go pick it up, take them lights away
Trash, go pick it up, don't take your life away
Trash, go pick it up, the doctor take my knife away
And please don't you ask me if I love you
If you don't know what I'm doing
What you know is,

Trash, go pick it up, take them lights away
Trash, go pick it up, don't throw your love away
Trash, go pick it up, the doctor take my knife away
And please don't you ask me if I love you
Cause I don't know what I do
What I know is,

Trash, pick it up, take them lights away
Trash, go pick it up, don't take my knife away
Trash, go pick it up, the doctor take them all away
And please don't you ask me if I love you
Cause I don't know if I do
I want to wipe it out here with you
And take a lover's sleep with you
I'm gonna talk alone with you
I'm gonna talk and be with you
But I just don't know if I do
I just don't know if I do

Ah how do you call your loverboy?

Trash, pick it up, take them lights away
Trash, go pick it up, go put that knife away
Trash, go pick it up, don't give your life away
Trash, pick it up, don't throw your love away
Trash, pick it up, don't take my knife away
Trash, pick it up, the doctor take them all away
Trash, pick it up, don't take my knife away

Oh trash, wow, wow, my sweet baby, wow, wow
Oh, oh, trash, wow, wow, you're the one
Tttttttttrash, ...
Tttttttttrash, ...�

�Trash�- New York Dolls

Of course, this would be the boy�s point of view expressed by boys who wore feather boas, pantyhose, and make-up.