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At least, if I were to die tomorrow, I know there is a beautiful man who might have loved me. The prospect of love is a balm. Only now I have to convince myself that I am worth loving. It's like a game of chance - as long as I have my glove open and in the air there is always a chance a ball could land there.
When I saw Dan at the party I thought what an ass he would be. A beautiful guy like that doesn't give a damn about anyone else, I thought. And then we exchanged playful banter, and I thought that maybe he was just trying to impress another girl in order to boost his already infated ego. It's always when you aren't looking for it that romance (or what might be) shows up. Maybe I was looking for it, but certainly not from him. Not that I wouldn't want his interest, I just never imagined...
So now, 2 weeks later, he has vigorously pursued me, and slowly thoughts of him have begun to usurp my mind. And all I can think is...Don't mess this up.
When I saw Dan at the party I thought what an ass he would be. A beautiful guy like that doesn't give a damn about anyone else, I thought. And then we exchanged playful banter, and I thought that maybe he was just trying to impress another girl in order to boost his already infated ego. It's always when you aren't looking for it that romance (or what might be) shows up. Maybe I was looking for it, but certainly not from him. Not that I wouldn't want his interest, I just never imagined...
So now, 2 weeks later, he has vigorously pursued me, and slowly thoughts of him have begun to usurp my mind. And all I can think is...Don't mess this up.