Mood swing
October has always messed with me. This is my favorite month, my favorite time of year. I'm horny as hell.
I ride swells of attraction and charm, while falling into crests of self-doubt and realism.
How does a romantic, in this day and age, speak of his feelings without coming off as creepy or "playing the game"? I've fallen for a pair of eyes that I can lose myself in, a voice that tinkles, a mouth that I enjoy watching and want to kiss, and a neck that has more beautiful lines than the Guggenheim. But we've only had two dates, and the 2nd one may have gone on too long and I may have hovered too much, and and and.
She chose me. ME! Out of thousands of possibilities. At least she told me as much. What does she see in me? She's dealing with self-image issues and coming into her own. Am I an experiment? If she does want to spend more time with me, and I hope she does, how do I deal with the fact that every other man and woman around her sees her with desire? I've never seen so many people stop someone and ask to take their picture. and I'm chopped liver.
I ride swells of attraction and charm, while falling into crests of self-doubt and realism.
How does a romantic, in this day and age, speak of his feelings without coming off as creepy or "playing the game"? I've fallen for a pair of eyes that I can lose myself in, a voice that tinkles, a mouth that I enjoy watching and want to kiss, and a neck that has more beautiful lines than the Guggenheim. But we've only had two dates, and the 2nd one may have gone on too long and I may have hovered too much, and and and.
She chose me. ME! Out of thousands of possibilities. At least she told me as much. What does she see in me? She's dealing with self-image issues and coming into her own. Am I an experiment? If she does want to spend more time with me, and I hope she does, how do I deal with the fact that every other man and woman around her sees her with desire? I've never seen so many people stop someone and ask to take their picture. and I'm chopped liver.