About a boy
At the risk of being completely misunderstood, I have to say this.
I like this boy. I don't love this boy, I'm not, currently, lusting over this boy, fantasizing over this boy, or overly thinking of this boy, but, I like him. He's fun. I don't trust him, I don't get him, but I like him. It's fun. He's nice, we are completely able to talk, communicate, we laugh and I'm crazy and that's fine.
I don't want to play games. I'm not super interested, but I am interested. I'm not desperate for his attention, but the attention whore in me gets antsy when I'm not receiving it, sometimes. But mostly not.
I just don't want to play games. I'm interested in continuing communications and I'm curious to know if he is too, I mean I'll obviously figure this out if he stops contacting me and begins avoiding me. But that's not what I want. That won't satisfy me as it comes back to not trusting him. Not that at this point I need to trust him because I only slightly like him.
Slightly like him is somewhat insulting, I assume, because I'm sure if I read somewhere that he "slightly" liked me, I'd be all "Harumpffft" *crossed arms, stomped foot, pouted lip*. But, it's not like that. I just, I sort of don't care and I sort of do.
Do you understand?
Part of me is aching to say "Hey, I like you." But, as the first line in this says, I feel I'll be completely misunderstood.
I'm very blunt, very open, very honest, that's me, and mostly it works, it works well, I certainly wouldn't say I have any problem getting what I want, but, there is always the chance of saying too much. Recently I did this in a message to someone on MySpace, which is fine, because I think he'd've been far too much work anyways, but, I wanted him. He was cute and dirty and I'm in the mood for a dirty boy, but, alas, I said too much and instead of intriguing I must have come across desperate.
His loss as it goes.
Either way, there is no point to this, I guess, I'm jus sayin'. I can't remember what it's like to really like someone, like what it feels like when you just know, when you meet and inside you go "Fuck." But it's ok, this is good, it's fun, it's so non committal and that is exactly what I need going on for me right now.
I like having options.
I like this boy. I don't love this boy, I'm not, currently, lusting over this boy, fantasizing over this boy, or overly thinking of this boy, but, I like him. He's fun. I don't trust him, I don't get him, but I like him. It's fun. He's nice, we are completely able to talk, communicate, we laugh and I'm crazy and that's fine.
I don't want to play games. I'm not super interested, but I am interested. I'm not desperate for his attention, but the attention whore in me gets antsy when I'm not receiving it, sometimes. But mostly not.
I just don't want to play games. I'm interested in continuing communications and I'm curious to know if he is too, I mean I'll obviously figure this out if he stops contacting me and begins avoiding me. But that's not what I want. That won't satisfy me as it comes back to not trusting him. Not that at this point I need to trust him because I only slightly like him.
Slightly like him is somewhat insulting, I assume, because I'm sure if I read somewhere that he "slightly" liked me, I'd be all "Harumpffft" *crossed arms, stomped foot, pouted lip*. But, it's not like that. I just, I sort of don't care and I sort of do.
Do you understand?
Part of me is aching to say "Hey, I like you." But, as the first line in this says, I feel I'll be completely misunderstood.
I'm very blunt, very open, very honest, that's me, and mostly it works, it works well, I certainly wouldn't say I have any problem getting what I want, but, there is always the chance of saying too much. Recently I did this in a message to someone on MySpace, which is fine, because I think he'd've been far too much work anyways, but, I wanted him. He was cute and dirty and I'm in the mood for a dirty boy, but, alas, I said too much and instead of intriguing I must have come across desperate.
His loss as it goes.
Either way, there is no point to this, I guess, I'm jus sayin'. I can't remember what it's like to really like someone, like what it feels like when you just know, when you meet and inside you go "Fuck." But it's ok, this is good, it's fun, it's so non committal and that is exactly what I need going on for me right now.
I like having options.
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