This world just likes to play the meanest jokes on me.
Why are the most dateable boys the ones that just aren’t going to work?
I really like this guy and yet I can’t foresee anything being able to come of it even if it were headed in that direction.
Yesterday’s date went really well. First time I’m getting the chance to settle in and write about it.
Her: What I wouldn’t give for a night of unbridled passion.
Me: I don’t know, unbridled passion sounds pretty exhausting. What about just regular passion, still bridled? Like regular people.
I slept terribly last night, I woke up far earlier than I should have, and I still am having stupid excitement/anxiety about this date.
So by no means am I exaggerating when I say I cannot wait.