But, "Mr. McHaggis, I've only just met you!"
I finally met Bradford, like, officially, the other day at Kim's house. He is an interesting young man... to say the least. He seems really smart, and he is quite well-spoken. So pretty much all the rumors are true, except for the ones involving "Dale territory", as they cannot be confirmed.
He made me think about something interesting. See, we were all talking about sex and past relationships and blah-dee-blah, and he said he could get in any girl's pants. I said he could never get in mine. This caused him to raise the question, "What did it take for you to give yourself up?" See, it really did make sense: unlike most other girls, I had meaningful sex with one person and haven't since, as opposed to the ever-popular "once you pop, the fun don't stop" philosophy today's youth has adopted for their sexual maxim.
It really made me wonder.
I still don't think he could get in my pants though. ^_^
If Bradford read this, I fear he would become more full of himself because of all the nice things I said about his intelligence and making me think and such. But, because he does not, I may speak! He is a handsome young man and is extremely smart. I'm glad I met him finally, despite some of his asshole-tendencies. He's like skinhead Matt: fun to be with, great to talk to, but sometimes the urge to poke hard with a sharp fork is overwhelminhg.
Danny told me I'm like his "best friend" and said he doesn't care about me romantically at all. He cares about me very much, just, not the way I care about him, he says. He said a lot of the times we fooled around he was fucked up. While probably true, that's what probably hurt the most. I still care about him, in the friend and girlfriend ways. I need to not love boys who could never love me back.
That, added to my previously mentioned rejection from Guy X (Kiff, for those of you who couldn't figure it out), the fact my friend cheated on her significant other, the Wej (Max) was flirting with me and APOLOGIZED later since he says he didn't MEAN it AT ALL (it's the no-meaning that bugs me, not the fact that Wej is not secretly lusting after my panties), and that I still haven't seen Danny since... is making me lonely.
I don't NEED a realtionship. I would just like one very much. Or, more accurately, someone to cuddle with during movies in the basement and whatnot.
I wish Ruth would call me back. And spend some time with me.
He made me think about something interesting. See, we were all talking about sex and past relationships and blah-dee-blah, and he said he could get in any girl's pants. I said he could never get in mine. This caused him to raise the question, "What did it take for you to give yourself up?" See, it really did make sense: unlike most other girls, I had meaningful sex with one person and haven't since, as opposed to the ever-popular "once you pop, the fun don't stop" philosophy today's youth has adopted for their sexual maxim.
It really made me wonder.
I still don't think he could get in my pants though. ^_^
If Bradford read this, I fear he would become more full of himself because of all the nice things I said about his intelligence and making me think and such. But, because he does not, I may speak! He is a handsome young man and is extremely smart. I'm glad I met him finally, despite some of his asshole-tendencies. He's like skinhead Matt: fun to be with, great to talk to, but sometimes the urge to poke hard with a sharp fork is overwhelminhg.
Danny told me I'm like his "best friend" and said he doesn't care about me romantically at all. He cares about me very much, just, not the way I care about him, he says. He said a lot of the times we fooled around he was fucked up. While probably true, that's what probably hurt the most. I still care about him, in the friend and girlfriend ways. I need to not love boys who could never love me back.
That, added to my previously mentioned rejection from Guy X (Kiff, for those of you who couldn't figure it out), the fact my friend cheated on her significant other, the Wej (Max) was flirting with me and APOLOGIZED later since he says he didn't MEAN it AT ALL (it's the no-meaning that bugs me, not the fact that Wej is not secretly lusting after my panties), and that I still haven't seen Danny since... is making me lonely.
I don't NEED a realtionship. I would just like one very much. Or, more accurately, someone to cuddle with during movies in the basement and whatnot.
I wish Ruth would call me back. And spend some time with me.