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. . . and he was doing so well too
*I've decided boys are just idiots. I'm all ready to talk all sorts of dirty kinky to a possible in Jville and he blows it. Not only does he blow it, but he cures me of my horny-ness. The whole arguement was such a turn off. He seemed like such a smooth talker, too. I wanted a smooth talker. Sometimes it's nice to be told what you wanna hear, even if it is just to get into your pants. Some guys are just morons. Don't say you REALLY want to fuck someone and then come across like you could care less for the rest of the convo. But you just have to love his reason- "because evey girl i have ever met that has shown even the little bit of interest in me made me play all these stupid games just to get a fucking kiss and not much more so sorry if i stoped caring i mean you're hot you're great to talk to even though we have arguments or what ever we still have long conversation so yes i do care if i get to fuck you cause i would enjoy it greatly but if not i still get to have these great conversations/arguments with you" OMG! Does he know nothing of girls?! Of coure every girl is gonna make him "play all these stupid games just to get a fucking kiss". . . That is how girls are. You know, I should be pretty pissed that he tries to compare the to "every girl" but I'm too bummed about the other stuff to get that nit picky.
*I'm a complicated, aggrivating, spoiled little attention whore. Either play the game (and play it RIGHT) or don't even attempt to talk to me.
*That is why I missed Tony. Not only could he play the game, but I gave it a name cuz of him. Plus, he was one of those "nice guys", which kinda kept me from taking advantage of him. (Yes, I can sometimes be nice) I wish he wasn't so busy. *sighs* That last time I saw him. . . heh
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