there are girls that like me.
some i know about.
maybe some that i dont.
these girls, probably, think about me from time to time and smile when they see me.
i know that there is one girl that likes me. i made out with her once and never went on another date with her again. (definetly a bad decision) now she always looks sad when we talk.
there is another girl that likes me. she asked if she could cut my hair today. i still kind of smell her on me. she dropped hints suggesting that i should ask her out.
i wonder about other girls. girls that i really like. i wonder if everytime we talk they have the same amount of butterflies. i wonder if they talk about me to their friends.
this is the point when i become full of apprehension.
not so much because they might say no if i asked them out,
but rather because they might say yes.
relationships are nothing but worry and financial peril. jealousy and second geussing. short lived bliss followed by akward uncertainty.
but man, i do love the butterflies. that small brush she gave to my neck this afternoon drove me mad.
i like kissing.
i like holding hands.
i like knowing all of someone's favorite things.
such is the curse of the hopeless romantic trapped inside the body of stubborn recluse.
2:55 p.m. - 2006-02-28
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