If You Don't Have a Date, Celebrate
I looked over at the red light on my way home from Sarah's and listening to her talk about Pat and how she hadn't seen him yet today, and the guy in the car next to me leaned over and kissed his girlfriend. And they made out all through the duration of the redlight at Drake and Lemay (and anyone who lives here knows how long that light is after 10 pm.) My mind flashed to when Jordan would do that, and Anthony and Chris.... and my stomach just dropped. I know this guy someday will probably fuck over this girl, but oh, to be wanted! To be desired. I don't know... I guess I kind of feed off of it these days. I think I handled/am handling the Chris situation well because I have more self-confidence now than with Anthony. But I still live to hear someone tell me I'm pretty or I have cute hair or anything of the sort. I'm like... I dunno... a parasite or something. I don't want to be told I'm hot or sexy. I want to be told I'm pretty and wanted. I don't know why that is. I want to know that someone wants me like I want them. But alas.... one-sided is what it always is.