eroding at my heart, so many beautiful specimens. i think i loved only 1, but there may have been 2, or 3. they taught me something i thought i could use at the time, but looking back at it - nothing i couldn't find in books. every man i have been with has tried to mold me with his teachings. history, politics, mathematics. all subjects that drain me. i don't want a lover to read me passageways of today's latest economic downfalls. i just want a hug, and hot cocoa. a kiss, and my hand held with his. somehow i always end up the student in an empty classroom taking notes and failing all the tests.