Yesterday, I could've kissed Brian. Both of them, actually. Brian Muller because he is so damn sweet(my tongue would've been down his throat, though) and Brian Tumulty because he is probably the best friend I have.(No, the tongue would've stayed in that time. He's gay.)
I have to work, meaning I miss Brian M. Again. I've only see him twice this week.
When I think about Brian M, things seem to wrong, but when I'm with him, I feel perfectly comfortable. Thing is, I need to get laid before I go out nwith him. He thinks I'm not a virgin--what a surprise! (Sorry babe--I just never got around to it!)
This is a confusing post. Reminiscent of How Stella Got Her Groove Back and Moulin Rouge, it seems we're an unlikely pair. He is 23 years older than me, BTW. Maybe I'll just go on a road trip or something that will last all summer and I won't have to deal with telling him no. But damn, I want to say yes.