in which Jessica talks about the fact that she can't keep it in her parts (among other things).
So, yeah, it's been a while, I know. But I really didn't have any inspiration for a while. And now I do. So here goes another post about my tragic love life.
First off, it's not so tragic. It's fine. I have tons of guy friends, and I could probably make a few of them into "something more" (at different time, mind you). But it's just that I guess I'm... Young and naive. I can't handle coed friendships without seeing something more, and most of the time, wanting it. Which really sucks.
So there's a few guys, currently, and I'm very... Conflicted. There's bachelor #1, who's mysterious, gorgeous, and all together the perfect guy. Any mom would LOVE him. But the big problem with him is that his mysteriousness makes him seem distant. And there's bachelor #2, who is adorable, hilarious, and all together amazing. He's a terrific writer, and well, adorable. Problem? I think he has a thing for my friend, and she just naturally flirtatious, so it probably seems like she returns these emotions. So that makes me sad. Bachelor #3? He's probably the one that would be easiest to "get". He's sweet, funny, and shows interest in me. Which is kind of rare, I must admit. And did I mention he's funny? Bachelor #4 might as well not be in this list. Nothing's going to happen. Ever. And I just need to GET OVER IT. And bachelor number 5? He's kind of a last minute addition. Almost an afterthought, but don't let that skew your picture of him. He's nice, pretty cute, and just generally cool. I don't see anything, but I'm not ruling them out.
BUT - there is one HUUUUUGE problem with all these guys. They're kind of my co-workers. Which really rules anything out, because really, how bad would that be? TO get together, break up, and then have to see eachother in a small group daily. Very bad.
So the moral of the story is that i need to keep it in my pants, and realize that GUYS ARE FRIENDS, NOT PEICES OF MEAT TO CHOOSE FROM.
hahahaha, i love myself.
how's your life going?
1 comment:
"So the moral of the story is that i need to keep it in my pants, and realize that GUYS ARE FRIENDS, NOT PEICES[sic] OF MEAT TO CHOOSE FROM."
Wow. Did a girl just say that? I thought that was just the way us guys worked.
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