Monday, March 5, 2012

Don't be bitter...?


I am embodied into another countless relationship…
                The thrills and sensations are rather dull and just an everyday guy, with the sensational attitude of my friends repeatly saying “He’s prefect for you”. Since when did a platter of a ham sandwich seem flattering over a philly?
                Girls always want more than they can have. We subtract and add to a list of what we want, not sure if it is what we want. But after two months of dating and once a week meet ups to him sitting in front of me at a restaurant watching me eat while he just sits and talks about how broke he is, is not my desire.
                I have asked this former sweetheart of mine to take me to his place, since I’ve been there once and his arguments of being broke are always mentioned. But the excuse of having and I quote “asshole roommate” is the over used excuse. Wanting me to particularly meet the friends is a slow and mature circumstance for all relationships; I just occasionally beat around of the bush and always introduce my guys no matter how long it lasts. But then the fear, the fear of everyone meeting the next guy, and the next guy to hear the comment “ should I remember this one’s name?”
                This fellow that I am seeing? For once! For once! Is a good guy. Never cheats. Only has had four serious girlfriends and doesn’t sleep around or find strippers appealing. The good deeds from him is a simple “good morning” text which I always receive every morning, and positive thinking im always on his mind.
                Constantly texting me and if he doesn’t text me in a couple hours, he always types the excuse why and tries to call me back. Communication? Is far from well.
                He hangs out with the boys, a lot. Which is good. Not clingly or obsessive and believes friends come before chicks. Amazing!
                But where is the spice? The romance? Our next date is to the library, to study. Because I had to think of someplace to take him that was free. I pay for meals and I pay for things as well. But after two months of going out, I need thrills! Something! The boy is too shy to hold my hand…
                I am going to give it a chance…this one is great. Really he is, but damn I might be too wild for him.

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