repeating the same conversations

I swear, I have the same conversations over and over and over again, with the exact same two men.

h: I don't get a weekend off until July. hopefully then I can come visit you.
m: good grief! you haven't had a weekend off for months!
h: I know. it sucks. you could always come visit me, you know?
m: why would I want to do that? you live in Indiana. there's nothing interesting in Indiana.
h: true.
m: give me a reason to come visit and I will. but I like Michigan. I think I'll stay here.

and then...

j: you just need to cut the cord and move on, I told you that. how's that coming along?
m: yeah. not so well. but better. I swear.
[silence]
m: J, I just need to find someone fantastic and new to date. not like these other whackjobs I've seen in the past year. that would help a lot. Can you just tell me how to find him?
j: we've had this conversation 18 times. I've told you I'm no help. I'm a farmer, not a hunter. I just plant seeds. I don't go hunting down women.
m: HOW IS THAT SUPPOSED TO HELP ME WHEN EVERYONE'S A FARMER. ALL THE FARMERS ARE PLANTING SEEDS, AND NONE OF THEM ARE FINDING EACH OTHER!
j: it'll be time to harvest eventually. and it will be good for you. I know it will.
m: hmph. maybe I should just move out near you. you have lots of hot, single, air force friends.
j: we've discussed this before too. I would never introduce them to you. what am I going to say? "here's my really good friend [mouse], that you're probably only thinking about ravaging?"
m: J!
j: well, it's true. they're all great guys. but that's all they think about. hell, you've met one of them, you know what I'm talking about.
m: [laughing] yeah. I was actually just thinking of that.


ahhh. the men of my life that I will [most likely] love until I die. why is one so stupid, and the other just so great? and WHY DID I FALL IN LOVE WITH THE WRONG ONE?!

good grief.