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I just noticed a commercial for Sex and the City, and realized that as a city girl now, I might end up living that life...
I suppose I had my first city fling. I met a guy, eventually "hello" turned into conversations, and one night we went out. Well, we didn't just go out. We had a 12-hour date. And I suppose it's not really worth detailing, because it was only a fling. Is that what you call it when he just stops responding to communication? I'm making a sad attempt at convincing myself I don't really care.
The only decision to make now, without making myself crazy, is to chalk it up to youth and being care-free. I'd rather not say "whatever," because I genuinely enjoy his company. And maybe I'll grow up a little and realize that there are SO many people out there who just don't want anything more than to be spontaneous every once in awhile, make out, leave it at that. But, last time I really tried dating someone, I held back. I didn't let myself fall for him, and I don't want to do that again. I refuse to let my heart beat in half time. Every boy from now on gets all of Becca. Real Becca. And no matter how many punches my heart takes I'll just keep being me. And if my heart gets covered in scar tissue, that will only mean it's getting bigger. And how could that be bad?
I suppose I had my first city fling. I met a guy, eventually "hello" turned into conversations, and one night we went out. Well, we didn't just go out. We had a 12-hour date. And I suppose it's not really worth detailing, because it was only a fling. Is that what you call it when he just stops responding to communication? I'm making a sad attempt at convincing myself I don't really care.
The only decision to make now, without making myself crazy, is to chalk it up to youth and being care-free. I'd rather not say "whatever," because I genuinely enjoy his company. And maybe I'll grow up a little and realize that there are SO many people out there who just don't want anything more than to be spontaneous every once in awhile, make out, leave it at that. But, last time I really tried dating someone, I held back. I didn't let myself fall for him, and I don't want to do that again. I refuse to let my heart beat in half time. Every boy from now on gets all of Becca. Real Becca. And no matter how many punches my heart takes I'll just keep being me. And if my heart gets covered in scar tissue, that will only mean it's getting bigger. And how could that be bad?