DUNNO about soulmate, but my BFF and I have been split up for a good 4 years now. lots of water under the bridge. I forbid myself from contacting him because we just no longer see eye to eye, he's got a problem with women that can't be resolved in this lifetime so I can't help him much. my fond memory is of him at a pub out of town celebrating his birthday. But he mighta just tied into the scene, you see, all good things must come to an end. sad, but true. he decided to hit the crook of his arm again so I let him go. also he accused me of things I had not done and then threatened to satiate me in search of a sexual favour. so, he had to go. sad but I was always glad to see his face. he bailed me out at a cop shop once, but changed after meeting this filthrat from a neighbouring suburb. he's connected with a now-dead woman. plus a dead ex-wife, apparently. anyhow, I figured he preferred to boot his buddies one at a time and I got the arse last. o well. the former fiance is a close enough match but I remember so little about our encounters now that it's a joke factor. he kinda just presented to be the ideal partner. no idea why he proposed to me to this very day, as I was completely shocked and he was all but romantic about it, so really, seeing as nothing I did was ever sufficient for him and he ignored me at his work shift when I went to pick him up, I told him to go get involved with his dealer as he and her had more in common than he and I. Then he took off for good. Never claimed his belongings. Never repaid the $16k he owes me. Forced me to make life choices that mitigated my life for all eternity, and not for the better. so that being the case, a nasty vendetta can't be ruled out - hence, I dont take it on board. hence, his unprofessed (to anyone save me) claims of childhood sex abuse essentially led me to foster a true life sex problem. you can't get turned on by folks like that. not to say he didn't beat the perp (his step-dad) to a pulp at 17, but I was almost murderous of the guy who snatched his innocence and it was a mounting issue at the time. not to mention, he could not validate his employability. nor much prove his fun side on his meth pipe. i actually smashed one at this park we used to hang out near, just to rid myself of his antics. anyone who knows me knows i would never intentionally break a cracky, for chrissakes. two birds, one stone so to speak. these two 'soul mate contenders' happened in no particular order, though they did meet and my former fiance claimed my BFF's mrs tried to crack onto him. I wonder if it's a plan those two cooked up together. my BFF and her, I mean, or even the two up for the title. The airhead she is, I could give a fuck. She's definitely not my soul mate. Someone I met off the internet a year ago reckons he was at my BFFs house the week before, with a guy last spotted circa 2009 on a popular street littered with trendy upmarket nightspots. Who knows.
Closer would have been my former bestie before I struck the scene, maybe should have kept her at arms length. She's a lesbian.
Still haven't found anyone to fulfil this title. I had a 3 week companion with a pipe a few years ago that I was loyal enough to, and though we hit it off, he is much too fickle to really fit the bill. plus, I tuned out too often during our banter. oops. either ADHD or my own preoccupied sense of the heebee jeebees / autopilot mode is to blame. give a stuff. no one is really gonna crack this code on my behalf. one other close match for recent times would be this dude who has 52 findings of guilt against him. but we were comfortable hanging out together a fair bit in the beginning. he turned my world around. I hope he cleans up his act and hits me back one day so I can give him some support, if he can assimilate into society accordingly.
