….I feel like I haven’t talked to you about boys for way too long.
Just to get the facts straight: Boys are stupid and nobody needs them,
unless the sexual frustration sets in, then I recommend putting up with
some hot exemplars of the species until you are nice and good again.
Having said that, let’s just ramble for a bit.
They obviously can’t read minds
Firstly, I am thouroughly upset about my personal loss of the cute
construction worker. Apparently, the works are already done, and I won’t
get to be the creepy lady in the window who sometimes brings coffee in
way too flimsy clothes for the weather anymore. Goodbye to that
working-man-meets-aristocratic-daughter-fantasy (aka The Notebook, just
without the feels). Not that my parents are aristocrats, but you get my
drift. More often than sometimes, I immediately associate a guy-interest
with a certain plot or story I make up and am pretty disappointed if it
kinda really doesn’t play out along those lines. And this one would
have made a damn great story, so that’s especially sad.
What’s also sad is that the range of emotions went from “He’s so
freaking hot I can’t stand it I have to have him” to “His hair looks
kinda stupid and we probably have nothing to talk about but I still want
him” so now I’m not even in awe, I’m just totally frustrated.
Some can’t keep their composure
Something weird happened to me today: The friend of a friend walked
up the stairs with me and mentioned friend today, but that only occured
to me when my friend laughed at him because he was acting rather
strangely. The person didn’t say a word and kept looking straight ahead,
even though I curiously glanced at them. He seemed to be bedazzled for
reasons I am unaware of. Which is fine with me. Not so fine was I,
however, when he ran into me at the turn of the stairs and then just
went on not saying anything and blushing and not looking at me. Was that
supposed to be a pick-up? Because if so, I am sorry, but I still don’t
know you’re name and I think you’re a little clumsy, so that didn’t work
out at all, darling.
Still, that was more effort than the construction worker made, so
technically….I want to cry a little bit. If forced to choose between abs
and shy affection there is only one possible answer, don’t you think?
Others would be attractive if they weren’t so obnoxious
Do you know that guy who’s preppy-polished and snickers out totally
useless comments all the time? The one who’s always around somehow even
though you definitely cannot remember to have asked him for his company?
I don’t know about you, but I actually kinda like him. I think, if he
could shut up for five seconds and didn’t dress like he was a Harvard
Prof ( I never got the hang of how that’s hot), he might be exactly the
type I’d want to be friends with. And if he wasn’t such a babyface, we
could even negotiate some benefits. ‘Cause smart-assery can be sexy, if
you’re a little like that yourself. Just think of all the fights you two
could have!
See, there’s a lot of trouble to choose from if you’re in the mood.
Surround yourself with the right kind of it and it’ll provide you with
some fun as well.
Promise.
Love,
Rosy Smith
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