So, I guess I have a boyfriend now, or whatever. These things just sort of happen to me. One day I am rolling around on my floor cursing the gods that I'll die alone and two weeks later I wake up in a fog with 57 missed calls from the same number and somebody else's toothbrush in my bathroom. What a mystery
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That sounds like all of my friends!
And, as for awkwardness, it seems that, by the time one has reached a certain age (and I don't mean that in the Dame Judy Dench sense), it's kind of a pain to keep grooming these wildly insecure folks, even if it seems all romantic. I say this, of course, as a wildly insecure person who somehow managed to bag a partner while he was still young and easily swayed.
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