I didn’t notice it. So you want me to fucking police the guy? Is that my job here? Or is it yours? If it is then you’re shite at it. And I don’t want it, he has his own shit to deal with. I’m just trying to provide another perspective. I have my shit to deal with too.
About fucking time then.
@MistressOphelia you are not reading anything, nor give a shit, about me or the girl. You have your own hang ups from who knows what, and are puking it here.
You are welcome in this thread like everybodyb else. But chill the fuck out before you fall from your high horse and break your neck.
Yeah ok a fucking convicted child molester. Yeah he’s dead if I see him.
You’re gonna compare that to flirting with a girl, asking her out, getting a yes, playing it wrong, getting a no, and feeling heartbreak because the feelings from my side were strong?
Can you read this twice and count to twenty before you spit out a bunch of anger?
Anyway, I finally have my hooks back, I know where her brain is and why. So dumb.
I walked past at the end of the day feeling myself and rapping and talking smack with the guys. Something about it caught, so she starts loudly flirting with another guy we all know has been on her skirt for years, making references to him to the guy I’m talking to as I’m talking to him.
Any guy that has had a girl try to make him jealous will not need too much description.
I was just too available, and too insecure.
Jeez.
I remembered, I told myself, “you’re a handsome bastard.” And it set something off.
Before that moment she had been impenetrable, perfectly polite and excessively formal, unreadable.
Who? Link to that.
…then why did you live with him, since you already knew that stuff? Somethin ain’t adding up here.
I know you’re having a time here, but it’s really the bottom of the manners barrel to be talking about people not present.
…manners? You think that’s going to influence me?
…not present? You think I believe that?
You in the corner now, peez.
I’m still joining the army though, by the way. That’s what this whole journey actually was.
Ugh.
Post a picture of yourself, Ophelia.