He has yet to make me care, and at this point, I really think that we're just not meant to be. This is Rick Yancey for me : exciting ideas, concepts that draw my attention, characters who seem just right my alley, but the execution never fails to disappoint me for some reason. You still nurture the fantasy that you're meant to be, somehow, if you keep trying. Then comes the second month, and you realize that maybe, just maybe, that person wasn't made for you after all - yet all the signs were there. You're trying to start an argument whenever you get the chance. By then, you're starting to get annoyed and you don't even know why you are (which is the worst feeling ever or seems like it at the time). What happens on the second day? Oh, this person bores you a little, but that's okay, because how can you reject someone who agree with you so completely? You're running around rambling and proclaiming to to anyone who is willing to listen (and even those who definitely aren't) that you met this wonderful person who is just like you. Perhaps you bumped into that person by chance, what do I know?Īnyway, nobody's happier than you that day.

Perhaps this meeting is the end of the relentless matchmaking of some friend of yours. The day you meet this person, you're ecstatic. Hell, maybe you even vote for the same party. You have the same hobbies, your interest is awoken by the same subjects, you followed the same curses in College, play the same games and read the same books. You all know this person who seems to be made for you.

The monstrumologist