• You, and me

    by  • September 26, 2016 • To You • 0 Comments

    Okay. So here’s the deal. The whole, honest, embarrassing deal. And it could really, potentially fuck things up. Like I’m talking super weird, never-talk-to-me-again type shit. So anyways just keep an open mind? Or just don’t hate me, mostly. Please.
    I’m not desperate. I don’t need a relationship to be happy. I don’t mind being single. I like having my space.
    But.
    And.
    Or.
    Let’s try a different angle.
    You’re a great guy. You’re funny and you make me laugh and you laugh at my jokes. I enjoy spending time with you. You know me, you put up with me, you just get me. You’re smart. Smarter than me, probably. You’re a catch. Any girl would be lucky to have you.
    Okay, timeout. Can we take a second to talk about how sexy you are? Oh my god. Like I don’t think I could create a more beautiful person. You’re tall as hell, which in and of itself is a turn-on. But then you smile and your eyes get all crinkly at the corners and I melt. And your dark hair is perfect. Your eyes. Your body. And you don’t even know, it’s unbelievable. You laugh it off, you say you’re tall and lanky and goofy and that’s just not fair. Because you’re so fucking sexy it hurts me sometimes to look at you and not get to touch you.
    Okay. Now the hard part. What do I want? I don’t fucking know. I want you, anyway I can get you. You want to be friends? Okay, I can deal with that. And honestly, I would be okay with it if that was what you wanted. We are friends, we’ve been friends. Friendship is easy. I can do that.
    But. Last night? Are you fucking kidding me? That was some next level shit right there. I know I had been drinking. And I know I was horny and wanted to get laid and so did you. But oh my shit. I was not prepared for that at all. That was incredible. It was like you were reading my freaking mind knowing exactly what I wanted and how I wanted it. You fucked me so good. And even kissing you, touching you, cuddling you, it just felt right. Maybe that was the alcohol. Maybe it was familiar since we’ve been there before. But didn’t we fit together cuddling? That was some puzzle piece shit right there. Am I just being melodramatic? Maybe I am.
    So what does that even mean? Fuck buddies? Friends with benefits? Dating?
    We’ve both dated other people, we’ve both had shitty relationships that weren’t any good for us that we stayed in for too long for all the wrong reasons. I’m not good at relationships. I’m not good at talking about feelings and emotions and all this stupid bullshit. Would we even be compatible like that? Why wouldn’t we be?

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