Sometimes a girl needs to be sold a dream.
I'm not the true traditional girl by no means... but i'd like to think that possibilities are endless upon new encounters. While i know sometimes... The "NSA" arrangements are needed by everyone... included is me. lol... I can't even get into it. Let me just tell you... showing how much of a cocky playboy you may be... ain't getting you closer to... how do you say it... "Le Panties" It's oddly for the first time pushing me away. I mean no, I never went for that type anyway... but i think because this game... is so close to a game I'd played many times before that I'm beginning to realize how silly, degrading, and unattractive it is. How it confuses the universe about what you really want to have. How it speaks to karma and its hands in the work of that universe. How being that way ends so many possibilities... even the ones that i would prefer with you above all that physical mess. Besides... all of the innuendos are making it worse. I feel like... *sigh* Over it. iono... think we should've just stuck to selling dreams... at least we could blame the ends on bad sex or something like irreconcilable differences. He seemed like a dude i'd like to have around for the sake of having around... not one of those in case of emergency brothers, not one of those blame it on the alcohol cats, just a man that i can respect, celebrate, chill and shoot the shit with from time to time
*growl* I gotta make a post about the single girl chronicles, lol or at least the funny things that are happening to this (pretty... as in relatively)single girl. My friends think it's a RIOT
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