Introduction to my dream world, Part II
[ Part I]
After leaving the KingdomHearts3 website, we moved to Facebook . . .
I was secretly appalled that he had insulted the way I looked, the fact that I had glasses. I made sure he knew it too; I didn't stop talking to him, no, but I was cold to him and insulted him more than I already did, and he was finally like, "What gives?" and I told him that I was unhappy because he'd made me feel really bad about myself and this is where I admitted to him that I could never hate him, no matter what wrong he would ever do to me.
He, like the egotistical bastard he still is, told me not to feel bad, that "Tons of people can't hate me." And apparently, I'd misunderstood him, he didn't dislike glasses, just on me, that I would look better without them. He also commented negatively on my hair in the photo in question, that it wasn't flattering. He finally told me that he was insulting me in order to get me to insult him back, and I wouldn't, refused to. Eventually, we cooled down and returned to the base of our entire conversation, my boy issues. He helped me along with them, a few other things as well, and the months passed.
Now we've returned to early August of 2011. I let slip to him this one night that I would be attracted to him if I were a boy, and so we started a conversation about that, and the crescendo was growing and growing. Around this time, I finally succumbed to the pressure of KHV making me get an MSN account so that they could all stalk me. Not too soon after I'd gotten one, I added him as a contact. I was hesitant about it because I didn't know if it would annoy him or not, but I did it anyway. At this point, I was pretty much the bane of his existence - or so I wanted to be. He's still very fun to annoy.
Our first conversations in MSN were short, not filled with much, and I didn't talk to him every day. Some days I would forget he existed, others, I would be [of course] talking to him.
Then, this one conversation we had - August 29, 2011 . . .
(01:54:46 AM) Him: Watch some anime.
(01:54:49 AM) Me: Nah.
(01:54:56 AM) Him: Read some manga.
(01:55:03 AM) Him: Go to sleep.
(01:55:11 AM) Me: Just shut up.
(01:55:22 AM) Him: You said it was up to me.
(01:55:35 AM) Him: I could have suggested something uncouth.
(01:55:42 AM) Me: Uncouth.
(01:55:44 AM) Me: There'
(01:55:56 AM) Me: s a word I haven't heard in forever.
And that single word, the word "uncouth", is where my dreams went from normal, to incredibly inappropriate. This is where my dream journal begins . . .
After leaving the KingdomHearts3 website, we moved to Facebook . . .
I was secretly appalled that he had insulted the way I looked, the fact that I had glasses. I made sure he knew it too; I didn't stop talking to him, no, but I was cold to him and insulted him more than I already did, and he was finally like, "What gives?" and I told him that I was unhappy because he'd made me feel really bad about myself and this is where I admitted to him that I could never hate him, no matter what wrong he would ever do to me.
He, like the egotistical bastard he still is, told me not to feel bad, that "Tons of people can't hate me." And apparently, I'd misunderstood him, he didn't dislike glasses, just on me, that I would look better without them. He also commented negatively on my hair in the photo in question, that it wasn't flattering. He finally told me that he was insulting me in order to get me to insult him back, and I wouldn't, refused to. Eventually, we cooled down and returned to the base of our entire conversation, my boy issues. He helped me along with them, a few other things as well, and the months passed.
Now we've returned to early August of 2011. I let slip to him this one night that I would be attracted to him if I were a boy, and so we started a conversation about that, and the crescendo was growing and growing. Around this time, I finally succumbed to the pressure of KHV making me get an MSN account so that they could all stalk me. Not too soon after I'd gotten one, I added him as a contact. I was hesitant about it because I didn't know if it would annoy him or not, but I did it anyway. At this point, I was pretty much the bane of his existence - or so I wanted to be. He's still very fun to annoy.
Our first conversations in MSN were short, not filled with much, and I didn't talk to him every day. Some days I would forget he existed, others, I would be [of course] talking to him.
Then, this one conversation we had - August 29, 2011 . . .
(01:54:46 AM) Him: Watch some anime.
(01:54:49 AM) Me: Nah.
(01:54:56 AM) Him: Read some manga.
(01:55:03 AM) Him: Go to sleep.
(01:55:11 AM) Me: Just shut up.
(01:55:22 AM) Him: You said it was up to me.
(01:55:35 AM) Him: I could have suggested something uncouth.
(01:55:42 AM) Me: Uncouth.
(01:55:44 AM) Me: There'
(01:55:56 AM) Me: s a word I haven't heard in forever.
And that single word, the word "uncouth", is where my dreams went from normal, to incredibly inappropriate. This is where my dream journal begins . . .