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I almost always know something's a bad idea before I do anything.
Unfortunately that never stops me.
I'm really not 100% sure but the more I think about it the more it... fits.
Ever started liking a really close guy friend? Yeah, well, HELLO, my name is Lola and I'll be your textbook case.
I'm about ready to throw myself through the window pane. This isn't just a I wish I liked him because he's such a sweet guy, this is a bonafide crush.
Crushcrushcrush.
When did this turn from the guy I harassed because I was bored into the guy I wanted to talk to above everyone else?
Why do all guys I really like have to have some bizarro passion that he's devoted his life too? Is that my type?
I mean, we've got my first ex who is (was?) a total music fiend. Quantum Physics guy who rocked my world harder than nuclear fission and then decieded that magically disappearing out of my life would be a good idea. My boyfriend that I just broke up with was a complete art nerd. And now, I can proudly add the guy who spends his free time designing houses and reading the Architect's Digest to that list.
I couldn't even freaking spell Architect until I looked it up right now.
They're also all foreign. But I already know that I had a thing for foreign boys.
But ugh, I'm not the type to like my guy friends. I'm not, I'm not, I'm not. They all arleady know how slutty I can be! And worst of all now would be finding out, you know, if he doesn't want to be more than just friends. I can handle rejection from randoms because they don't know me. They don't know what they're rejecting.
But this kid, yeah, he would know. And my ego is way to sensitive for that.
Unfortunately that never stops me.
I'm really not 100% sure but the more I think about it the more it... fits.
Ever started liking a really close guy friend? Yeah, well, HELLO, my name is Lola and I'll be your textbook case.
I'm about ready to throw myself through the window pane. This isn't just a I wish I liked him because he's such a sweet guy, this is a bonafide crush.
Crushcrushcrush.
When did this turn from the guy I harassed because I was bored into the guy I wanted to talk to above everyone else?
Why do all guys I really like have to have some bizarro passion that he's devoted his life too? Is that my type?
I mean, we've got my first ex who is (was?) a total music fiend. Quantum Physics guy who rocked my world harder than nuclear fission and then decieded that magically disappearing out of my life would be a good idea. My boyfriend that I just broke up with was a complete art nerd. And now, I can proudly add the guy who spends his free time designing houses and reading the Architect's Digest to that list.
I couldn't even freaking spell Architect until I looked it up right now.
They're also all foreign. But I already know that I had a thing for foreign boys.
But ugh, I'm not the type to like my guy friends. I'm not, I'm not, I'm not. They all arleady know how slutty I can be! And worst of all now would be finding out, you know, if he doesn't want to be more than just friends. I can handle rejection from randoms because they don't know me. They don't know what they're rejecting.
But this kid, yeah, he would know. And my ego is way to sensitive for that.