about a boy

Mar 10, 2006 23:50

ok, i did it. met the boy. yes, hes my age. but still a boy. often find myself here. have since the wreck but even prior to it really.
its what happens when you grow up fast.

tisha drove, hovered. i was glad she was there. nothing happened that required her attention.. but it could have. later, another bout of AD.
made me think of fab & how innocent he really is when it comes to reality. but im off topic, not sticking to the subject -- the boy. which nicely mirrors my priorities. sigh. he was so nervous. tries hard to hide it but damn. he couldnt handle anything other than me sitting there, peacefully. not good. & really disqualifies from the get go.

still unsure what his motivations are, what he.. wants. a deer in the headlights. with puppy eyes. i do want to be his friend. he needs one, one of the female species. perhaps i could be his dating coach. {awwww}

gimpiness, men, feeling tired, me, fab, the boy

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