Futility of the heart

In returning to the tradition of my more cynical blogs, tonight  I am going to have a bit of a rant about the futility of trying to find your soul mate in this world.  For over a year now I have had feelings for a friend who, like the blog pic tonight, remains just out of reach.  Not only is this beginning to get extremely frustrating, but I am just about ready to spill my guts to him in a less than tactful fashion.

I have dropped hints, I have had friends investigate, and I have been getting mixed signals from him that do not make sense to me in the least.  So why after a year do you ask that I feel the need to let the truth set me free?  Well, let's just say that after how 2007 has kicked my ass, I feel like kicking it back some.

I have referred to this friend to my personal confessor as kryptonite, since my power of profiling seems oddly unable to crack his shell.  The personal confessor believes this is a sign that he is the one.  For me, it is just a frustration that needs to be corrected.  Win or lose, who the hell knows what will happen, but I will get this resolved before the end of this year.