So he stops me on my way home. I'm tired, useless, achey. He wants to get to know me.. And thats fair enough. So I do. We hang out, talk of philosophy, life, general bullshit. Then he asks me. I knew it would happen... GAWD did I know.. But I was hoping.. Just hoping that maybe this one would be different. Maybe this one didn't want my body.. Maybe
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Well, that's beside the point and I'm sure that didn't help, either. I'm just glad I can say that there's no way in hell we'll ever have a sexual relationship and yet I still hang around. Something's wrong with that. I mean, I should be only attracted to your outside, because your heart isn't attractive. It's a pulsing red and purple blob of muscle, forcing curtailing chains of disks throughout your body. Or wait, inside... Like that personality and stuff. Damn. I'm a sucker. I like your personality. It's what makes me enjoy being your friend.
How can I say that? I think my penis is broke. I'm liking you for something other than your body.
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