Sevenish tomorrow. I am not much of a primper but imagine I might anyway. Gosh, this guy. I think this might be the definition of moving too fast, because we've talked every day this week and seen each other twice (with other folks around, for short moments). He calls me 'killer' and I like it. I remember I've been this giddy before, but it's been a long while. It's really opened my eyes, at least. I can't believe I wanted to be with an asshole like that. This guy hardly knows me but he seems to really like what he knows and I feel *wanted*.
I wonder how it'll go.
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