Jun 27, 2006 16:31
I've got to type this quickly because he's getting off work soon. And when he comes home, he'll park right in front of my window, like he does everyday. And if I'm at the computer, he'll see me and know I'm home. I could hide under the desk, but I'd prefer to just be out of the house. Hiding in another room of the house might be a better idea. Like the kitchen, where I can see him pull up or the staircase where I can see him go into his apartment without him seeing me. But if I'm out of the house and he rings the doorbell, Nick can honestly say I'm not home.
You see, I opened a pandora's box.
I felt like kissing someone, and he seemed like a very good idea. A few weeks ago he told me how he thinks relationships are annoying and how he doesn't believe in love and all that jazz. he's a liar. We kissed once and now he's all lovey dovey. It wouldn't be as bad if he was any good at it. But kissing him is like kissing my dog back home, without the unconditional love.
Next thing I know he's going to want to discuss our feelings. Barf.