(I did mean to tell you about W, I wrote this as a draft a while back, have it now dudes and dudettes)
I am choosing tonight to make an important life decision. I'm going to stop dating (God I hate that term) freerunners. Yes. They're hot. Yes, they have amazing bodies. Yes, I am close to seeing another one. Lying cheating bastards best friend....W. He's hot. He seems nice enough. He's also a druggy and a heavy smoker who has only recently gotten over a bad case of crabs. He's now after me.
I am choosing tonight to make an important life decision. I'm going to stop dating (God I hate that term) freerunners. Yes. They're hot. Yes, they have amazing bodies. Yes, I am close to seeing another one. Lying cheating bastards best friend....W. He's hot. He seems nice enough. He's also a druggy and a heavy smoker who has only recently gotten over a bad case of crabs. He's now after me.
So whilst I am well aware I shouldn't go for him. I know I'm going to end up doing it. Lets count the situations we've been in with...chemistry (Another hated term...gotta stop doing this)
- First met him (in person, we spoke for ages about a year ago)...Just talking. Still....something. Possibly due to his slight rebelliousness.
- Trying to make creepy stalker jealous
- At the park
- outside my house with lots of kissing
- At his cuddling up watching a film
p.s.... I just remembered why I deleted this. He showed up at my door. We started going out that evening, after a lot of kissing and a water fight...awkward. And we broke up after two days. So basically, I broke up with him, because he was a nob, but I feel I acted way too quickly and have blown any chance with him. FUCK IT.
No comments:
Post a Comment