Shoot!
There is this boy-thing. He has a single-room, and a projector. So we watched both "Grindhouse" movies in his room--"we" being myself, said boy-thing, and another girl. Watching those films in a way not representing a movie theater experience would suck....
Anyway... said boy-thing kept bumping my arm. Said boy-thing kept brushing against my hand. Somehow, we ended up holding hands throughout "Death Proof." This wasn't "hand holding," this was "Let me rub your palm with my thumb; let me explore your hand with mine."
He has been hitting on me for about a week, while also hitting on Ana. He also recently had sex with a friend of mine, who happens to be a tad bit promiscuous, which he claims to regret. My feeling on that is, don't do it if you'll regret it later. Is he settling? Does he think that I will... you know...?
So tired of mixed messages, from them and from me. GAHHH!
Anyway... said boy-thing kept bumping my arm. Said boy-thing kept brushing against my hand. Somehow, we ended up holding hands throughout "Death Proof." This wasn't "hand holding," this was "Let me rub your palm with my thumb; let me explore your hand with mine."
He has been hitting on me for about a week, while also hitting on Ana. He also recently had sex with a friend of mine, who happens to be a tad bit promiscuous, which he claims to regret. My feeling on that is, don't do it if you'll regret it later. Is he settling? Does he think that I will... you know...?
So tired of mixed messages, from them and from me. GAHHH!