Jul
27
2002

Met a guy. . . . falling on my face

I have to do this quick, cause i have computer conflictions….

But I did it.

I finally did it. I gave him my internet addy. He might not get it, i left it on his car, but– well the chances are high.

The rest of the entry is in case he should actually get here:

Dear “You”-

You’re here, despite my fears. I gave you my addy, and trust me, the whole time I was asking myself why i felt the need to do it.

Because I can’t spend my life in regret. I know you’re older than me, and you’re also enjoying the single scene….. I however, am not. But I have some important things to tell you before you read the previous entries

I am a lonely girl. You can tell by the title of my site, and this very diary. But I want to tell you, you’re cute. You’re so cute, you’re funny, and you’re one of the few people who makes me feel my age. Not Thirty-one, or five, my age. Me, you make me feel like me. I’m natural when i’m around you.

You’ve introduced me to new ideas, and i like that. You’ve proven on several occasions that Coke is better than Dr. Pepper. You let me hang out with your group, let me hang out with you at your party. I appreciated that beyond all words, even the most eloquent speakers would be left without words at the expression of my appreciation.

Thank you for listening to me rant. I do it a lot, and I appreciate that when I do, i only get a slight tease, and not a lecture. That’s something that’s important. It’s something I appreciated.

When you read some of these entries, I can’t even depict what i was thinking. all I can hope is that you remember what it was like to be a teenager, and that you’ll have some sort of mercy on me.

Here’s the hard part. Yes, I like/d you. I’m currently recovering.

The thing I’m most afraid of is not rejection, but the loss of the comfort that we have around each other now.

After, or if, you read this please just say this to me:

+*=^%Pancakes taste good by Gardinias%^=*+

Say that, and just that, and let us keep going on the way we are.

Please?

Derringer Meryl [She was queen for about an hour] Out

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