Heart it races.

Hello aggressive girl. Your confidence is sexy. I like how you asked your colleague to come over and ask about me, then asked your other colleague to ask more about me and then finally came over to ask about me.

Hello. I think it is a bit crazy that you offered to wait up and drive me home. I mean, who the fuck does that? That's insane, but was also a great display of guts. If nothing, it was fucking sexy. I mean, there are far too many people who are emotionally damaged and needy-I, for one count myself among that number.

Unfortunately, why'd you have to come over and offer me your name and your number. It kinda killed what little romance there was in the first place. It's weird and it reeks slightly of being needy. I mean, a few hours ago I didn't even know you existed and already you are trying to make me care about you.

I don't.

Not enough to appreciate how much you're attempting to make me care about you.


Don't tell me your name. Don't offer to be intimate. Don't say you like me because there isn't anything to like, when you don't even know me.


Let's be pragmatic and attempt to cultivate a relationship. It needn't be exclusive, but we could possibly be the best of friends. Once you've discovered the icky disgusting bits that very little people know about and decide that it's something that you could live with, then act all weird and creepy. By that time, I wouldn't even care.


Thanks for the attention anyway. I'm pretty sure there will be so much more romance if we just got to know each other. Yes, that's also how I manage to keep all my friends despite being such a bad one.


Unless of course, what you're interested in is something more nasty. Then by all means, make your intent clear. I am pretty sure that I have pretty flexible morals. I mean, yea, what the hell eh?