Cisco: So I can't beat you at the snob contest yet

I think I'll start with the good before the bad... ~a little light headed and heart racing right now~ woo~ I just googled you. lol I haven't done tons of research as to whether or not you have a real life wife or girlfriend but it really made my heart skip a beat if you really were taken by someone else. Your accent is so adorable. And you in that black robe: so adorable. It was a video from two years ago. I've had a different English accent of you in my head so I'm upset that the voicing hasn't been accurate. I know what you sound like now. Mean translator. However the paranormal works... Whether I'm being tested by some creeper I know I don't want to know about, I'm keeping my focus on you..... I really had a different direction of conversation where I was going to go, but the sight and sound of you makes me a little more aloof and I forgot the half of what I was going to talk about with you. Last night. Did I get anything I was trying to say to you about "if you give a kid a piece of candy?" Cervelli, don't take it like that. Don't take it like I was trying to insult you like any man can take you for what you're worth and "I can understand why they would look over you". Don't take me like that. While I hate the song "In the Summertime," it is kind of along those lines of what I'm saying. You use a stereotype or the way other men have treated me against me, and the next men will use the way you treat me against me as well predictably speaking. Who knows, maybe another idealist will try hard in his own personal idealism. I honestly haven't planned on being an all out cheater right now really. It isn't fair that you won't ease my troubled mind enough in your snobbery or honest truth with how many women you could have, but I am easing your troubled mind anyway. There is no one else that I'm going to Cervelli. Strangers have the best odds but I haven't searched for any new strangers. I could a couple of months from now, but I'm just not over you or care to play any intentional rebound games. I really wanted to keep going long at the snob and silent contest and I still see you as mostly silent. Despite some signs, I can't see you as Jon or anyone else I should feel worried over my truth against (as some people have kept me worried with you could be compared to them). You stay silent to me like you don't want to make me feel anymore harassed or hurt than what you do. ...I am an actions speak louder than words kind of person. While you have some way of being kind to me in the mind and are good with me; you are still ultimately my real life snob. You blocked me on twitter and you have not made anymore further effort to communicate to me in real life. It matters to me and I still have a sob in the back of my throat. I hate my life will always seem to be in the same status quo. I really tried to beat you with my silence and snobbery but nothing is over until it is over. I can't promise and can't not promise more conversation. I honestly don't have a lot to talk about right now and see how impossible it is to have further to talk about. I guess I thought I would try to clarify that I wasn't meaning to offend you (and sorry if I further offend you with "In the Summertime," song along with Jack White's "We can't afford to look this cheap." But, my feelings are hurt too. They really are. It isn't even that you have to literally treat me to an expensive meal. I need the normal and real life relationship. You make me feel so wanted and then you make me feel so rejected the next minute with whatever you think is so wrong with me that would never see me or be seen with me in person. You leave me no other choice than to assume you are keeping me snubbed and there must be something wrong with me. You still have too much of an unfair dominance. You really could have the best of intentions of wanting to protect me, but I'm so uneasy for the way you would be in fear against me. I want to feel protected the other way where I won't feel denied or disowned by you. While you have your silence for me; you still make me guess at how much of an enemy you are to me. ….