Thursday:- THE ACCIDENTAL DATE
Capitals? Oh god, it Needs capitals. Now a fortnight of blowing her off and possibly inviting her to a squat party and not showing up finally culminated in some edging guilt. Mountain climbing girl Thursday.
Quick perks:
- Soft Soft Skin (excessive alliteration intended)
- Athletic
Long pains:
- Annoying in that British Bratish kind of way (” “)
- ONLY likes folk. Come on now, there is only so much Noah and the Wale before death ensues. Jesus (and everyone knows Jeffrey Lewis reins supreme)
- Is ridiculously tidy
I did it again. She was even a good kisser. But after two hours of mental foreplay on her roof, I found myself trying my hardest to fall asleep so I wouldn’t have to either walk home or apologise. Gross.
I felt her hand going for my too-new-a-haircut. Me – excited. Her – too excited. I knew she wouldn’t be great. Considered pulling out my “To drunk To cum” crude card (it’s a top trump, level 7 on all). No? Fall asleep it is. Now I have that congested feeling inside like a drunk Christian Bale Batman Voice.
Still 2:3 not too shabby. Maybe I’ll keep her on…
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