Yes Lyndsey, he was asking for your number. "Information" is an indirect way of finding it out, if not more, in order to hunt you down, club you, and drag you back to our subterranean caves by your oh-so-soft hair. We, the male, are cunning in our ways and will use our vastly superior brains to expertly delude ourselves whilst we lay alone in the dead of the night- among our Star Wars memorabilia and alphabetically organized smut- that by "I just want to be friends," you did in fact mean, "Please, ravage me now and ravage me fierce."
In other words, he's taken all of your concerns over why it couldn't work into account- he just manages not to care. By now he's put his feelings away in a conveniently crushable box with an even more convenient hair trigger, prepped and ready to be pulled and subsequently crushed no matter how you let him down
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HAHAHAHA!!!!!!! I read this in the morning before I had that class and it totally set me off on the right foot. Unfortunately (or fortunately) you were wrong... he wan't interested in getting my number OR dragging me back to his cave... he's engaged!
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that'll put you out of your misery, forever.
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Otherwise, we could just...uhhhh...pretend I'm your badass boyfriend :p
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In other words, he's taken all of your concerns over why it couldn't work into account- he just manages not to care. By now he's put his feelings away in a conveniently crushable box with an even more convenient hair trigger, prepped and ready to be pulled and subsequently crushed no matter how you let him down ( ... )
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